Chapter 173: Warning in the Fire

Clayton had no intention of desecrating the corpse, he just wanted to return the clown to his companions in the circus.

Unfortunately, the circus director did not appreciate it. The short guy nimbly avoided his companion's corpse. He looked ugly and his chest rose and fell violently, thinking that this was another trick.

However, Clayton just stood opposite and did not continue to attack.

This gave them another hope. The trainer swallowed his saliva and said carefully: "Can we still negotiate?"

The lieutenant looked at him coldly: "Last time, you rejected my proposal. This time it's my turn."

The werewolf was just waiting for his injuries to recover.

On his beast-like face, the burned flesh was slowly crawling outward to stimulate hair, and the perforation under his ribs was gradually shrinking.

Gilda woman saw his thoughts and screamed.

"Help me kill this wizard first, and then deal with him together!"

The four strongest rabbits at her feet suddenly climbed up again and surrounded Julius, as if the coma just now was just a trap to lure him deeper.

Seeing Julius in danger, Clayton swung his left hand again, and the long whip wrapped around the witch's neck, tightening like a noose, pulling the woman's body down. Without the clown's restraint, he no longer had to worry about many of his actions.

The rabbits that lost control fell to the ground again, and the wizard stabbed the dagger into those furry bodies, but the sound of broken clay came out.

Clayton retracted his left hand, and the witch was dragged towards him by the long whip, plowing a gully in the wet land.

She held the whip rope wrapped around her neck and struggled hard. The snake stick that was put down suddenly came to life. It went up along the witch's neck and climbed towards Clayton's hand with the long whip.

Clayton was not sure whether it was poisonous, so he had to throw the whip away.

As soon as the witch was untied, she climbed up with a flushed face. The trainer and the circus director each picked up a steel knife and rushed to attract Clayton's attention so that she could recover.

The axe blade of the mosquito slayer changed its target and cut towards the trainer. The dwarf swung the steel knife forward and blocked the long handle with the weapon's guard. The axe blade stopped in front of the trainer's face, illuminating a pale face.

The circus leader was very strong, and Clayton couldn't even suppress the weapon. He kicked the dwarf in the chest and knocked him back, and then swept it again. He noticed that the dwarf only had the axe blade flashing with cold light in his eyes, and neglected to protect the fortune teller. The trainer was too far back, and a large-scale swing might be successful.

Seeing the giant axe coming towards her, the Gilda woman screamed again.

The crystal ball fragments that she had thrown before suddenly flew up from the ground and pierced into Clayton's legs.

This was not a serious injury. Clayton was not even sure if he was bleeding, but the sudden tingling sensation still made him stagger.

The female fortune teller was able to escape the pursuit of the mosquito slayer, but the dwarf who had just climbed up was in trouble.

He originally raised his weapon to intercept Creighton's sweep to create an opportunity for the tamer, but this attack was interfered by his companions, and the trajectory of the axe blade was a little lower, which exceeded his expectations, so it just cut off his raised hand.

Feeling the fragrance of blood, the golden inscription on the blade of the mosquito slayer gradually turned red, and the thorns on the axe handle once again inserted into Creighton's wrist, like the expansion and contraction of blood vessels, like a vampire, introducing the newly found flesh and blood power into the body of the holder.

These waves of warm currents and the smell of the enemy's fear made Creighton very excited, and slightly relieved the hunger in his body.

He swung the axe again and took advantage of the situation to attack the weak dwarf.

The tamer rushed forward and raised the steel knife again, trying to block this attack for his leader.

However, the blood-sucking mosquito slayer increased in weight, and the force of this attack was completely different from the previous attack he had taken. The steel knife in his hand was directly broken, and the bloodthirsty axe blade cut into his head. As it sucked blood, its weight continued to increase, even beyond the control of Clayton's physical strength. Gravity and inertia alone smoothly split the trainer in half.

The dwarf stood behind the poor man. From the vertical gap, he saw not only the fresh and squirming internal organs, but also the murderer's weird head full of animal breath.

He turned his head with his broken arm, wanting to confirm the safety of another companion, but his hope was dashed.

The witch was reaching out to Clayton, as if she was going to cast a spell to rescue her companion again, but the green-haired wizard was already standing behind her, and the horn dagger pierced the woman's waist. The face under the hood could not see how painful it was, but the tip of the dagger had already protruded from the front.

In a short time, everyone died.

The circus director fell into madness.

He screamed and passed under the table in the center of the battlefield, which was intact from beginning to end.

The lieutenant wanted to raise the mosquito slayer again to give the dwarf a fatal blow, but the doubled weight was both an advantage and a disadvantage. He couldn't pull up the axe for a while, and could only watch the dwarf pass under the table.

However, the short legs stepped into a pit in the soil, and the appearance of this pit caused another piece of soil to collapse. One of the legs of the table sank into it, and the table top tilted outward. The still bright oil lamp on it slid down the slope, and the hot oil burning with flames poured on the dwarf's back.

The fake body that the circus leader wore before also contained a lot of fuel oil. After it was chopped by Creighton, a lot of stock splashed on the dwarf and burned at this moment.

But he seemed to feel no pain, just looking forward, stumbling past Clayton.

"So that's it! Its power is doom! Doom!"

The dwarf shouted incoherently, his voice as hoarse and mournful as a crow losing its child, and the flames burned in his hair and back.

Clayton was also shocked by his momentum at the moment and did not chase him.

Of course, he didn't need to chase him anymore, because the circus leader didn't enter the dense forest.

The short figure fell down not long after walking away, but the flames were still burning on his black body, and the light illuminated the open space in front of the forest, like a human-shaped torch.

Clayton had seen people who went crazy in battle, but the dwarf's cry before death was full of malice and relief. He had never seen two contradictory emotions blend together before, and this last words also contained the meaning of curse.

He looked at Julius, hoping that the wizard would give his own explanation for this phenomenon, but Julius did not pay attention to it.

The wizard just stayed close to his target, even allowing the Gilda woman to lean on his arms to prevent her from falling.

Yes, although she was dying, she was still alive.

Clayton put down his axe and walked towards them empty-handed, while restraining his half-beast appearance.

Julius looked regretful. When he saw Clayton coming, he barely squeezed out a bit of relief on his face, but what he said was an apology.

"Sorry, I just realized how difficult it is to kill people."

"First time killing people?" Clayton asked him.

Julius lowered his head in silence.

In his arms, the heart of the dying person was still beating, even with the same rhythm as his, but because of that knife, she was going to die now.

He had seen others kill people in the Elders' Council and assisted Clayton in killing people, so he always thought that killing was a simple thing.

Until now, when he pierced a person with his own hands and felt the warmth of this life gradually disappearing in his hands, he felt a kind of regret in his heart, and even felt at a loss.

Even though the other party was trying to kill him just now and was an enemy that must be eliminated, Julius still couldn't forget this cruel feeling. Their heartbeats were the same speed, which was almost a kind of spiritual response in mysticism, but this life that was similar to his was about to die, and he killed it with his own hands.

Clayton took a breath, walked to the wizard, gently took off the hood of the dying witch, revealing the painful and pale face underneath. Even if Gilda was not dead yet, she was not far from death.

He looked at it for a while, memorized this face, and then reached out and quickly twisted her neck.

"This is mine." He said.

Julius looked up in astonishment and saw Clayton's back staggering towards other tents.

"I'll go find some food, you clean up the battlefield first."

This unexpected development gradually calmed the wizard's mood. He found a little bit of his usual feeling, and the guilt in his heart was alleviated. So he slowly laid the body on the ground and searched for clues according to Clayton's instructions.

After a while, he found a strange object here,

that was another hand of glory.

The waxy yellow palm was hidden in the chopped-off fake body of the circus leader. Judging from its similar finger shape and palm print pattern, it should be a pair with the one kept by Julius.

Afterwards, Julius came to the conclusion from the map marks found on them.

The people of this circus were hired by Professor Christopher to come to Geve to explore the "beast of doom".

In fact, many extraordinary people have taken this job from Christopher, but they went to the wrong place and found nothing. This is written in the diary on the fortune teller's body.

Recently, most people have been attracted to the black market of mines closed by the military.

This idea is not wrong. The beast will be attracted by misfortune. What is more unfortunate than a massacre?

But the "beast" did not appear there.

In order to find what he wanted, Professor Christopher had to pay the price in advance, that is, these special hands of glory with the effect of luck, hoping that they can help his newly recruited helpers find the beast.

Both Easter Island and the circus received his gifts because their work required long-term mobility.

The above is Julius's conclusion, half of which has sufficient evidence, and the other half has been carefully inferred. He then told Clayton this, and Clayton thought they were credible.