Chapter 334 The Aggressive Loser

Even with the dwarves leading the way, it was already an hour before Clayton returned to the surface.

They returned to the hiding place chosen by Clayton and searched the streets. There were also some short swords and iron-headed staffs hidden in the houses here, enough to equip them all.

Next, Clayton took the risk of diving again, but this time he did not encounter any evil objects. They seemed to be lost in the tunnel. He took four dwarves and his already dilapidated weapon Mosquito Slayer and returned. Surface, equip them with weapons from the dwellings as before.

Seven dwarves, a werewolf, a witch, a wizard, and a demon.

Eleven heroes gathered together. They smelled the scent of Edwards' meat and discussed the next plan of action.

These dwarves belonged to two factions, but they all agreed to cooperate temporarily. Clayton persuaded them not to be alone for at least two days on the grounds that "the poisonous gas in the castle has not dispersed yet, and only Peleg and himself are immune to the poisonous gas." go back.

As for what to do in two days, Clayton didn't care.

As a former enemy, Pileg seemed a little uneasy sitting among them, but no one paid him any attention.

It wasn't that he was accepted by the dwarves, it was that they didn't take him seriously at all, but this was the best result.

"Actually, I also know Pan. Pan is a huge creature. In the books I read before, there are records of a twelve-foot-tall goat-headed monster appearing in Nanbuliga. The average mature individual may be a little shorter, but not Too short," said Donna.

This is a worrying statement, as there is almost no lifespan in fairyland, and no one can say for sure how old Pan will be.

"Try Clara's fire."

"I don't know if Clara's ability can work on it." Donna said worriedly: "Edwards no longer controls his magic, those black ones..."

"The sediment of people's hearts." Pileg said, trying to make himself appear useful.

"For those whose human hearts are sinking into the ground, the fire of the soul may not be as powerful as before."

Clara's inner fire needs fuel. Previously, it was the human sediment released by Edwards that could exert its terrifying power. If those fuels are lost, the power of magic will also weaken.

Donna's statement put a dark cloud on the hearts of the soldiers.

Clayton's werewolf form is currently only eight feet tall, and his strength is already very terrifying. He can completely subdue an adult male brown bear in terms of strength, has enough physical strength to drag a bull for an hour, and weighs 600 pounds.

Clayton himself has calculated that if he wants to hunt a monster like him, he will need at least two to three plate armor warriors like before. If the environment is open, he can do more tactical actions. If there is no time limit, By constantly draining the opponent's physical strength, he can kill them all. If there are more than six opponents, they must be equipped with crossbows and muskets to trap and kill them with a high probability.

And the twelve-foot-tall monster

Let's put it this way, as long as it runs towards them, it doesn't need to do anything else. The little legs it moves are enough to kick all creatures except werewolves to death.

Together they may not weigh as much as each other.

If the magic is not effective, they will have to fight this guy in close combat.

In the novel, the scene where a knight fights a monster can be summed up in one sentence as "stabbing the monster in the vital point with one sword", but the risks that need to be taken before stabbing the vital point are avoided.

Twelve feet high here only Clayton can reach Pan's vitals.

"Maybe I should use hyena tactics," Clayton sighed and said to himself, but he was the only one here who had seen this kind of animal from overseas, and no one knew what he was talking about.

The dwarves looked at each other, but couldn't tell the other's expressions because of each other's beards.

One of them made a voice from his beard: "Don't think so much, maybe it will encounter the Blood Lord. As long as they take action, we don't have to do anything."

The dwarf who spoke came from Basum's camp, and the dwarf who came with him also nodded: "It can't possibly deal with the Blood Lord."

Clayton had heard the name before, listening to their conversation;

Edwards seemed to have offended this person, so he sent Basham to protect the border of this country.

"Actually, Pan should have arrived before." Pileg said thoughtfully: "Before entering the castle, Edwards and I both saw Pan's trajectory in the forest, but now there is no movement at all. Maybe it Really obsessed with the Blood Lord."

"Then can we communicate with the Blood Lord?" Clayton suddenly asked: "We now have Edwards' head. Maybe we can use this as a bargaining chip to ask him to protect us."

"communicate?"

Bassem's men laughed.

"Although we call it the Blood Lord, it is not a human being. If you are lucky enough to see it, you will know that it is not an object that can be communicated with. And it must be more dangerous than Pan. Nothing can harm it, and it has Way to kill us—forever."

This doesn't sound good. If they're not lucky, they might have to deal with two monsters that can't communicate at the same time.

Clayton frowned: "Then how did you block it?"

"It is very dangerous, but it has no vision. Our strategy to deal with it is to use sound to attract it back and forth so that it will not come close to this country."

Another dwarf added to his companion: "But this method can't completely drive it away. The Blood Lord is notorious and has been lingering on the border. Now many countries no longer have dealings with this country. Caravans are afraid of being targeted by the Blood Lord, so they deliberately avoid us." He sighed regretfully: "Even if we get rid of Edwards, it will be difficult for this place to return to its past state."

Donna's eyes widened when she heard "many countries" and "caravans", but her uncle stopped her from asking further questions.

"We don't need to discuss this now." Clayton said, he got the topic back on track.

Since the dwarves who have dealt with the Blood Lord think that the Blood Lord is not a concern, they should focus on dealing with Pan.

After a brief discussion, they decided to take Edwards' head to the farmland on the outskirts of this country immediately, using it as a position for a decisive battle with a twelve-foot-tall monster.

The fields were covered with green wheat seedlings, and they had to dig some hidden pits under the cover of the wheat seedlings.

Clayton always hated rabbits, and many riders hated rabbits because this creature would dig holes everywhere on the ground, the openings were about the size of horse hooves, and grass grew next to them as cover, making it difficult to detect. If horses accidentally stepped on rabbit holes while running, their hooves would sink right into them, and then their legs would be broken due to the inertia of running.

Now, it was their turn to use the rabbit tactics.

There was no need to break Pan's legs, as long as they could make him fall, they would have a chance to attack his vital points.

The fields had been plowed, and the soil was softer than elsewhere. The heavier creatures were more easily disturbed. They didn't need to dig the pit too deep. As long as Pan could step in, his weight would improve the pit by himself.

A creature over ten feet tall must have a pair of big feet, and the range of the pit customized for it would not have such a big impact on the hunters here.

Donna and Clara also joined this work. Everyone looked serious and tried their best to speed up the digging, because they didn't know when Pan would come, so they had to strive to set up positions before the decisive battle.

"Roar--"

A terrifying howl suddenly sounded.

It was so loud that they could not tell the direction of the sound. But the scene visible to the naked eye was enough to make up for this.

A strong wind suddenly blew up in the forest not far away, and the trees rustled like waves on the sea. A twisted and huge shadow flashed in the shadows of the trees and moved towards their direction.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and they picked up their weapons at the same time, ready to meet the enemy.

There was no doubt that even if Edwards closed his consciousness, he could still send out a signal to attract his help.

Clayton hung Edwards' head on his waist with a rope, and his wolf eyes were tightly locked on the terrifying enemy who was about to walk out of the forest. He stretched out the thumb of his right claw to the figure standing in the shade of the trees, and was horrified to find that this enemy was much larger than they expected.

It was at least fifteen feet tall, almost twice the height of a werewolf.

Even if it had not yet left the shadow, the outline of the huge horns on both sides of the head had already revealed its identity.

Pan is here.

The warriors stared at the figure. They subconsciously held their weapons, but their palms were always sweating, causing the handles of their weapons to slide slightly.

"Remember the location of the trap we just dug." Clayton stared at the figure like them: "Attract it to go there. As long as it steps on the trap, we can win."

He tried to boost morale, and the dwarves responded absent-mindedly, but everyone knew that the trap was useless. They designed the trap size according to the size of a twelve-foot Pan, but the Pan in front of them was much larger and heavier than that.

The pit they dug might not be as deep as the opponent's footprints, so what effect would it have?

Now they still insisted on standing here and not running away, just because they didn't want to admit defeat.

Pileg retracted his gaze, took a step back, and looked around at the others with an ugly face.

"Maybe we can strategically move?"

"Move?" A dwarf trembled, but still sneered: "Its legs are longer than your whole body. Do you think you can run faster than it? Or do you plan to give Edwards back to it?"

Pilige stopped talking. He turned his attention back to the enemy. Its figure moved in the forest in a strange way. It did not move at a constant speed, but stopped from time to time, and then sprinted to the next position after a few seconds.

This way of moving was simply unheard of.

"Let's go." Clayton suddenly said.

The dwarves turned around and looked at him like a madman.

Clayton told them frankly: "Okay, I admit that our strength is not enough to fight this guy, so now we can only hope that Clara's fire can work on it, but her magic power is weakening every moment. And there are at least some trees in the forest that can be used as cover."

Weakening every moment means that the power of magic is the strongest now.

The warriors understood what he meant. There is no other time more suitable for a decisive battle than now. They grabbed their weapons and roared in unison, rushing down the field and rushing towards the forest.

As they broke through the bushes and charged at the giant, the giant also rushed towards them fiercely.

The tons of powerful flesh hit the ground heavily, and the vibration caused even interrupted the charge of the warriors and wizards, causing them to fall down together, leaving only the werewolf standing.

The dwarves rolled on the ground, cursing, but when they stood up again and saw Pan's appearance clearly, they were all stunned.

This terrifying monster was indeed Pan, and the huge sheep's head, black fur, and giant-like body all proved its identity.

However, its current condition was far from good.

It was so bad that the warriors felt guilty when they thought about fighting it before.

Pan knelt on one knee on the ground, supporting the ground with both hands, so they could see all the scars on his body.

The black fur on his chest became bumpy, with countless holes, and almost all the flesh and blood was missing under the right ribs, and the entire waist was gone.

Bright pink wounds were exposed under the black fur, and the intestines hung out from the broken abdominal cavity and dragged on the ground. There were also some places that looked like they should have organs, but now they were empty. Scarlet blood flowed out of the big hole, soaking the ground. Many short spears with silver light pierced its body everywhere, including its arms and legs. They pierced from all directions and penetrated its body. You can see that the tips of the pierced spears have barbs, which are tightly embedded in Pan's flesh. They were pulled back by people, thus tearing the flesh and blood until Pan's bones were exposed.

Moreover, this Pan only had one leg left.

In the place where Pan passed before, the blood that was splashed on the ground almost drew a complete track of movement.

"Save me." The sheep uttered weak words from its open mouth, and it stretched out its hands to them, as if they should be its savior. But when its horizontal pupils saw the head hanging on the werewolf's waist, the fire of hope in front of its eyes was extinguished, and it turned into a last-ditch frenzy.

"Clara!" Clayton shouted.

The flames of burning spirits ignited on Pan's body. It twisted its severely injured body frantically. Its swinging right arm did not hit Clayton, who was already prepared, but hit the tree next to it. The terrifying force even broke the tough and strong trunk from the middle, and the branches and leaves fell all over the ground. The tree itself slowly fell down with a crisp cracking sound.

It just waved its arm, and the wind it raised could drive the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, causing a dust fog.

The warriors who came to attack it retreated to the surroundings, avoiding its dying struggle.

It was not until four minutes later that the extremely weak monster stopped its rampage and fell down.

Clayton walked forward and swung the axe seven times before chopping off its head.

The others gathered around and looked at the body that was no longer moving with anxiety.

Even after falling, it was still intimidating.

This Pan was so powerful even in its extremely weak state. What else could hurt it? Would that thing hurt them too?

"Is this caused by the Blood Lord?" Pileg asked tremblingly, his voice full of nervous excitement.

"Definitely not." One of Basham's men said. "The Blood Lord can't cause such injuries. It doesn't kill people by force."

They looked at Clayton, who was examining Pan's body. Although the werewolf's face could not show any expression, his body movements and subtle physical reactions still made people feel that his emotions were different.

A dwarf walked up to him: "Do you know what caused this?"

The werewolf's eyes were fixed on the most tragic wounds on the huge corpse, and he inserted his sharp fingers into them to explore, and his voice was barely audible.

"Navy gun."

"What?"

"Navy gun!"

Clayton roared, and his black fingers retracted from Pan's wound, twisting a few white maggot eggs on them.

"Shit! It came back from the real world! It's been less than ten hours since it came back!"