Chapter 304 Intensified Conflict

Which one is easier to deal with, the arrogant Salen (the scientific name of the pointed-eared people, the full name of the Semitic people) or the irritable Morrell (the scientific name of the dwarves), Louis is not sure, but at least the Salen have been extinct, while the Morrell are everywhere around him. The communication with these people makes him believe that the Morrell is worse.

They are basically rude to people of other nationalities, and it may be that Edwards gave them a bad impression of the plains people.

In short, except for Hohomer, everyone tried to threaten Louis with force.

Splashing brains on him is just the most boring one.

If you want to say that the source of the dwarves' confidence in fighting Edwards, it can be said to be simple and direct.

They found a new mineral in their recent excavation work. As long as they carry a small piece with them, they can effectively resist the power of demons-of course not all, its effect is similar to the holy relics of the church, and only when the holder actively has a mentality of resistance can it play the greatest role.

But this is enough. The power of the demon weakens the secret power of the blade in these Morrells, and as long as they recover their power, they will be enough to expel Edwards.

At least that's what Hohomer told Louis.

Louis's mission was to inform King Clayton and ask him to find a way to cooperate with their plan.

"We are your guards."

Someone else broke into the training ground and interrupted Clayton's carefully designed teaching course for Donna.

Two guards - undoubtedly sent by Edwards.

The king lowered his sword unhappily, turned around and looked at the servant, and then was surprised by his face.

"Are you still human?"

The two guards were very tall, almost as tall as Clayton. They were bald, and their facial features were magnified and deformed, and their positions were also very inconsistent, more like a piece of cloth with facial features painted on his bald head.

Donna was also shocked when she saw their faces clearly, and the sharp sword in her hand almost pointed at them.

"Talking evil creatures?!"

Looking at their appearance, it was clear that they were only one step away from complete transformation.

When the guards heard her words, they all showed a smug look on their faces.

"Edwards asked us to protect you. There is an accident now, which will be solved soon, but before that, you'd better return to the castle and don't come out."

"Is this an order?" Clayton asked.

"Just do it." One of the guards said arrogantly.

"Or will this make you more cooperative?"

One of the guards walked towards Donna, and his rough, keratinous palm grabbed her head.

The sound of the blade breaking through the air approached instantly, and he couldn't put his hand down, and the king's long sword pierced his hand. The tip of the sword passed through the gap between the metacarpal bones and almost cut the palm in half, but this is Wonderland, and no one takes such injuries seriously.

The injured guard cast a fierce look at Clayton, and another guard also started to move behind Clayton.

"I think I should still be considered the king."

Clayton tried to intimidate them, and slowly retracted his weapons. The guards looked at each other and slightly restrained their attacking posture.

But the next moment, Donna's swing cut off two fingers of the injured guard.

All the faces turned to her.

Two were angry, one was shocked.

The girl grabbed the sword, her face pale: "I... I was a little slow to react."

"Catch them!" The injured guard roared.

Clayton took a step forward, and the long sword stabbed forward again. The tip of the sword pierced the guard's heart accurately through the gap between the ribs, but such an injury could not stop him. He completely gave up all defenses, rushed over despite the pain of the long sword, and wrestled with Clayton.

The other guard had no intention of helping him, and rushed directly to Donna.

The effect of the girl's recent training was immediately reflected.

She instinctively rolled to the side, and the long sword cut through the guard's ankle.

The guard's strength and speed were far superior to her, but because he underestimated her too much, this step left him almost no room to retreat, and his leg almost kicked the blade himself.

Everyone heard the friction sound of the blade dragging on the bones.

He staggered and fell behind Clayton, just grabbing the werewolf's legs, and pressed on Clayton with his companions.

The sound of their fight attracted the attention of some servants and civilians, who stopped outside the parade ground and watched quietly.

"It's Edwards' order!"

The shout of the guards made some eyes disappear, and Clayton also tried to use his identity as a king to order servants and civilians to help him, but this identity didn't work.

It seemed that Edwards had eliminated everyone's fighting will, and only a few people could attack with his permission.

"Guards! Guards!"

The two guards shouted to the crowd, trying to summon more people to suppress Clayton.

They did this because they could no longer suppress their king.

Under the two overlapping human bodies, Clayton's body suddenly exerted force to lift them apart. After standing up, black hair gushed out from under the skin, turning the gorgeous clothes into a pile of rags. The werewolf's extended claws cut the throat of a guard as soon as they stretched out, making him shut his mouth.

But even so, the two guards' determination to catch him remained unchanged.

Annoyed by the series of resistance, they pounced on the werewolf again, grabbed his arms tightly, and then pulled back hard, trying to tear him in half.

Clayton could already feel his shoulder blades groaning.

He tried his best to tilt his body slightly to the right, retracted his disarticulated left leg to gather strength, and then suddenly kicked out diagonally downward, and the sharp toenails cut off two-thirds of the right ankle of the guard on the left.

The pulling force from the left was instantly reduced, and Clayton allowed the guard to continue pulling his left hand, and with the help of the unrelaxed strength of the right guard, he pounced to the right and knocked down the enemy on the right.

Both of his arms were broken by this action, but his teeth were still useful.

The werewolf tilted his head, and under the attack of the enemy behind him, he stabbed his teeth into the neck of the guard under him and tore wildly until one of his teeth was embedded between the vertebrae, and the enemy finally stopped moving.

At the same time, he also felt the enemy behind him loosen his hand.

He looked back and found that Donna had pierced the guard's neck from behind. She grabbed the hilt of the sword and pushed it like a donkey pushing a millstone, trying to chop off his head, while the guard grabbed the part of the long sword that had pierced through and wrestled with her, and even had the upper hand.

Clayton quickly slapped him, and his head spun off his neck, and Donna fell backwards.

"Well done." The werewolf pulled his niece up and looked at the people watching at the side of the school field.

These people finally showed expressions of surprise on their faces. The fact that the king was a werewolf was not what they expected, but they did not show hostility.

The fully armed guards also came. They looked at the two guards on the ground and asked Clayton: "Your Majesty, what happened just now?"

"They tried to assassinate me." Clayton said, "Don't worry about it."

These guards' martial arts skills were not bad, but they actually believed this statement, saluted him without question and left.

Edwards did not give them direct instructions, which may be the reason why they are not hostile to Clayton now.

Edwards used them while guarding against them.

But why didn't Edwards come?

Clayton was too lazy to think about it, but decided to leave this country immediately. Whether Edwards found out that he had attacked his familiar before, he should know now that he is not an easy person to tame.

He took the sword from Donna's hand, cut off the head of another guard, then lifted the two heads and walked to a well next to the castle and threw them all down.

"Ah."

There was no sound of falling into the water in the well, but a cry of pain came instead.

This was obviously not the sound made by the head itself.

Clayton and Donna waited for a few seconds in surprise, and then saw Louis climb up from below.

The archbishop looked gray and dirty, with his shoulders and back hunched unnaturally, as if he had just worked as a miner, and there were strange stains on his face.

Clayton pointed a black finger at his face and asked, "What's on your face?"

"Brains." Louis said.

Then there was another noise from the well, and several ragged dwarves climbed out with pickaxes and hammers, and there was also the scarecrow that Clayton had seen.

"I'm going to vomit. Why are people throwing heads into the well?" They complained, and then after seeing the werewolf, they all raised their weapons and responded to him nervously.

Clayton did not move. He and Donna looked at the wellhead in surprise. These dwarves were not all. Dwarves kept coming out of the well. This situation reminded them of the hunters who ambushed the leatherworker in Gevo.

"Okay, Hohoma, put down your weapons. This is our new king." Louis said to the scarecrow.

"A werewolf?" The scarecrow muttered, but still put down his weapons and walked to Clayton: "You, go and get everyone to gather at the parade ground. Remember, everyone."

"Why?"

"Go if I tell you to go. We are in a hurry!"

Clayton did not like the scarecrow's attitude, but Louis nodded to him, so he had to believe them this time.

He returned to the castle to restore his human form and changed his clothes. During this period, these dwarves followed him worriedly, watching him order the bell ringer to pass on his orders and lead everyone to the parade ground.

There are not many people in this country, but the parade ground is not big.

In the open space, people were crowded together, and the guards and civilians looked at Clayton, waiting for him to speak.

Clayton was about to say something to delay time, but Louis waved at him from behind the crowd. Donna seemed to have learned something and made the same gesture in panic.

"Wait here for a while." Clayton said to his "people", then walked through the crowd and left the parade ground.

"What's wrong, is there anything else?" He frowned and asked Louis.

Louis was covering his ears and said nothing, but the scarecrow next to him showed a smug smile and raised a stubby finger to him.

"Let's enjoy this wonderful music."

The dwarves hiding in the shade of the trees covered their ears and looked at the parade ground eagerly.

The next moment, a deafening roar came from underground, and a large cloud of smoke rose, blocking Clayton's vision.

When the air became clear again, the crowd in the parade ground had disappeared, leaving only a big hole in the ground.