Werewolf hunting rules

Volleyball shooting is one of the best ways to deal with large enemies.

Thick white gunpowder smoke formed a curtain on the edge of the stair railing, and the monster behind the curtain staggered and retreated as if drunk.

Although not all of the twelve shotguns hit it, at least half of their pellets hit it.

Clayton saw it stand up sideways after seeing the musket, and at the same time protect its head with its huge palms. Under the disheveled wet blond hair, there were a few pits with smooth edges on the waxy skin, but there were no Blood was flowing out, and those bullets failed to hit its vitals.

Now comes the hard part.

The leatherworker did not fall completely, but the patrol members' guns had all been fired. The reloading speed of the old-fashioned shotgun was slower than the walking speed of a snail, but the leatherworker seemed to still have the strength to fight.

However, the patrol members were not unprepared for this.

The old hunter's goatee shouted: "Boys, bring out the holy water!"

The patrol members took out glass bottles and splashed holy water in the lobby without restraint. The person who bore the brunt of the drenching was not the terrifying leatherworker, but a friendly werewolf. Out of a desire to protect each other, they were extra careful. He took care of the stranger standing in front of him.

Clayton's body trembled.

Although the werewolf's human form is not directly harmed by the holy water, it will be weakened by it.

His strength was declining rapidly, and the resistance to the alien curse was like a tweezer stirring inside his body without restraint. However, he could not show discomfort in front of everyone.

"Donna! Come upstairs!"

He yelled at his niece, still pointing the tip of his sword at the leatherworker, but slowly retreating to the goatee.

The leatherworker was also splashed with holy water, and his white wax-like flesh was almost melting. He fell opposite him and struggled in pain. The table and chair were easily knocked over by its twisted and deformed body. He looked much weaker than Clayton.

But he still didn't take action.

Donna ran up the stairs from behind him and turned back to look at him uneasily when she reached the landing.

"Are you going to be okay?"

After hearing her question, Goatee muttered dissatisfiedly: "We are here, what can happen to him?"

He didn't just talk. As soon as he finished complaining, he immediately dropped the musket, caught the short spear thrown by the young man who came after him, poured holy water on it, then handed the short spear to his right hand, pressed his left hand on the railing and jumped down. When he came to Clayton's side, he was more agile than the average young man.

Anyone who can still be a hunter at this age has some ability.

His specialty is spear skills.

Since muskets became popular for hunting in rural areas, not many people are willing to practice spear hunting. Those who are still practicing spear hunting in this era are all elite hunters and industry elites who pursue perfect hunting.

The vitality of most beasts is stronger than that of humans. As long as they are not hit by muskets, they can still escape from the hands of the hunter after being shot. Almost no one has heard of animals that can escape with a spear stuck in their body.

A skilled spearman can even stop a running wild boar with one thrust, or pierce a leopard's eye socket without damaging its fur.

Goatee was such a good spearman.

Clayton glanced at him briefly and realized the fact without saying anything - Goatee's skilled posture and confident expression did not lie, it was a look that could only be acquired after experiencing many victories.

Although the leatherworker was once a human, his posture has become closer to that of a beast, and the hunter's past experience will naturally come in handy.

"You come up too." Goatee ordered.

The lieutenant moved sideways and walked around the railing of the stairs, his eyes and the tip of his sword always pointed at the leatherworker.

"Be careful of it breaking through the main entrance." He warned the old hunter in a low voice.

The gunmen on the stairs and in front of the main entrance on the first floor are both reloading, and the gunman coming from the backyard still has a chance to fire. Clayton doesn't know how the leatherworker's intelligence compares to humans, but if he is placed here Position, he will only break towards the main gate.

To return to the backyard, you have to pass through a narrow corridor. There is almost no room for the leatherworker's body to dodge. The gunman in the backyard will not miss this opportunity.

The main entrance has the fewest people, and the leatherworker can get out without killing those three people.

Once outside, it can climb to the high roofs, and the old-fashioned muskets used by these gunmen no longer pose a threat to it.

The goatee nodded imperceptibly, then took a step to the right, preparing to block the main entrance.

The two men moved to the right at the same time, but their speed and position gradually changed. Clayton needed to step back at the end of the railing, while the old hunter needed to walk forward to the right. When Goatee moved directly in front of him, Clayton Dun finally put down his sword, turned around and quickened his pace to go upstairs, leaving the battle to the locals.

However, when his figure missed the goatee, the leatherworker who was still twisting and struggling suddenly stopped struggling.

Under the strange palm, a trace of mechanical coldness flashed in the pure black eyeballs exposed between the fingers.

It covered its face with one hand with its left hand, and its body like a snake and a gecko lay down again. Its anti-jointed legs were pressed tightly against the ground. It pressed the long five-pointed finger of its right hand on the ground. It started so fast that it almost made the patrol members It was completely lost in my vision.

Almost instantly, it pounced in front of Goatee.

But the old hunter's reaction was faster than that of his apprentices. After realizing the monster's movement, the short spear in his hand pierced it in anticipation.

The short spear held by Goatee is a standard boar spear. There are horizontal lugs on both sides of the spear head to prevent it from piercing the prey too deep and making it difficult to pull out. Therefore, the user can more easily draw the spear for multiple piercing attacks.

However, this convenient design prevented the old hunter from causing deeper damage to the ferocious prey.

The sharp metal spearhead completely penetrated the white tough flesh, but this alienated monster paid no attention to the wound or the person who made the wound. It didn't even try to dodge, but looked at the surprised look in the goatee's eyes. Zhong insisted on moving forward, letting the spear blade cut into his body to the end.

It ignored the entire row of patrols next to it, and its awl-like fingers reached behind Clayton, who didn't even realize that he was the target.

This scene completely fell into the eyes of Donna Bello.

She no longer cared about hiding, and suddenly raised her hand to point at the leatherworker. She chanted a spell quickly and sharply, with more than a dozen syllables condensed into two sounds.

An invisible force erupted behind the leatherworker, dragging it completely backwards.

Although this power did not last long, it gave Clayton a chance to react.

The space on the stairs was not suitable for hiding, and he did not allow the battle line to be so close to Donna. So he turned around, stepped down the stairs, and then struck vertically with his sword.

This sword not only used all the strength of the whole body, but also had a weight bonus from top to bottom. Even if his strength declined to the level of a mortal, it was enough to hurt the opponent. The blade hit the leatherworker's head, slicing it open from the forehead. To the chin, the vertical scar was connected with the long and narrow wound made from the side by the old hunter's wild boar spear.

At the junction of the vertical scratches, the white, blood-stained, sticky skin with bullet holes tilted up, revealing the flesh-colored skin underneath that was the same as that of ordinary people.

"Damn it, it's even covered in skin!" Goatee shouted.

The truth is only now being discovered.

The leatherworker's body was actually wrapped in a layer of specially tanned leather, which seemed to be blessed by some evil force. This layer of protection blocked the holy water, goatee and Clayton's gun and sword attacks, even muskets. It also removes a lot of power from the projectiles.

When the patrol members saw this scene, their loading movements were a little slow.

"Keep loading!"

The old hunter shouted, straightened up his short spear, and thrust it into the monster's shoulder blade.

Even if the spear head is relatively short, as long as the joint is stuck, the mobility of its right hand can still be disabled.

Clayton had never communicated with him before about how to cooperate in close combat, but now he jumped out again with a tacit understanding, forcing the long sword towards the leatherworker's eyes.

The monster subconsciously raised its right hand, and the joint gap at the shoulder and back was stretched to the maximum. Goatee's wild boar spear penetrated directly, jamming its right hand in a state where it could only extend forward and was unable to exert force.

"Cut it off!" Goatee shouted, but before he finished shouting, Clayton had already cut off the long handle of the wild boar spear with a predicting sword move.

The Leatherworker's upper body fell down, and it kicked off its two hind legs, but it was still unable to maintain its balance.

It still has some strength left in its left hand, but it is impossible to pull out the metal spear tip that affects its movement. No matter how hard it tries to reach back, it can't reach the short one in its right shoulder. Even so, the structure of the spear tip cannot break out of the wound by hitting a foreign object.

Unless someone helps, it will never be able to take back its right hand in this life.

The excellent cooperation gave Clayton some confidence. He raised his sword again and aimed at the leatherworker's neck and slashed at it.

The long sword cut into the pale white leather and pushed it aside without any resistance, instead of cutting into it, only for the flesh and blood inside to disappear.

The leatherworker used this "armor" to attract Clayton's attention, and he escaped from behind the leather bag and retreated to the original center of the hall. Only then did people see its true face.

Its skin finally gained a bit more color, but it looked even weirder because of it. The wound in the middle of its face was bleeding outwards. The spiderweb-like purple-red blood streaks made it difficult to see its features. There was no hair at all on the top of its head. Before The hair on that shell was probably attached to the scalp of a certain victim.

However, despite being injured like this, it never paid attention to the goatee that hurt it, but kept staring at Clayton, which had to make the old hunter suspicious.

"Do you recognize it?"

The antique dealer shook his head decisively: "I have never seen it look like this."

"Maybe it looks different than when it was a human."

"Of course I won't recognize it."

Goatee stopped asking, and he also realized that his question was a bit ridiculous, not to mention that this stranger had been in Gevo for less than half a month, and the "beast" had been wreaking havoc for much longer than that.

As if realizing that the goal was impossible to achieve, the leatherworker no longer lingered here. It limped around and rushed towards the main entrance.

The three patrols guarding the main entrance have now reloaded their shotguns.

Without the protection of its "skin", its body was crumbling under the baptism of bullets, but it still managed to throw itself at the door.

The door opened just in time, and it fell in front of a man in black robe.