Chapter 307: Strange Army

In Wonderland, Clayton is definitely not the best fighter, but he is confident that he has entered the first-class ranks in military affairs.

The weapons here are backward, and the military literacy of the dwarves is very low, but their physical fitness is very good. If they are willing to obey orders, he has great confidence to defend this place.

There is no death or hunger in Wonderland, and the defenders have a great advantage.

However.

"The Morrells have their own rules. You helped us before, and we all remember it, but this is not a reason for you to order us." The scarecrow said arrogantly. "As for your service experience in the world, you don't even have 20 years, so don't show it off."

Clayton tried his best to persuade, but was still blocked by the arrogance of these Morrells.

The Morrells are older than the plains people. There are many guys who live to the age of 90, and there is no distinction between warriors and farmers in the country of pure Morrells.

They don't even distinguish between men and women.

But such service experience is better than nothing in Clayton's eyes.

War is a collaborative technology. Even though these dwarves are all extraordinary, without formal rules, the killing efficiency they can achieve purely by personal bravery is far less than that of a disciplined army of ordinary people.

Moreover, most of the weapons they found were spears for stabbing, which could not effectively hinder the opponent's actions, and the armor was also short chain mail that exposed the forearms.

If Basham's army was equipped with swords and axes that could break limbs, the result can be imagined.

In the fairyland, eliminating the opponent's ability to move is the top priority.

There are two hundred dwarves, and Basham's army is unknown. The more people there are, the more the officers' command skills are tested, but these dwarves who judge their qualifications by the length of their beards are still full of unfounded confidence.

Rather than confidence, it is more like deep-rooted arrogance that makes Clayton waver in his original attitude.

Without saying anything more, Clayton took advantage of the fact that these dwarves were not paying attention to him, and he called Louis and Donna back to the castle together, took Clara and the broken mosquito slayer with him, and then quietly left.

The lesson in Revo told him that he should not hesitate any longer. As long as there was a possibility of a crisis, he should drag his family away.

"Are we leaving again?" Donna was a little reluctant. She wanted to stay with the dwarves for a while.

It's not that she suddenly fell in love with someone, but such a big scene is really rare.

She really wanted to see the war.

But Clayton thought it was unnecessary. A war without death would definitely be more tragic than the present world. It was too exciting for a girl who had just learned to fight.

As for the priesthood, although he affirmed the good deeds because of the doctrine he believed in, he did not blame Clayton for deserting the battlefield. After the death of his adopted son, a pragmatic spirit that deviated from absolute faith sprouted in his heart.

As long as the result is good, the process does not need to be demanding.

As it is now, since there is no death in the fairyland, he needs to save himself first. Only in this way can he come back to preach at any time in the future.

The three people chose a direction and rode faster, trying to get away from this country before the arrival of Bathum's army.

Soon, they returned to the forest.

"Will we really not run into them head-on?" Donna asked worriedly while running.

The dwarves said that Basham's army would usually surround this country, so they might also launch an attack from here.

Clayton's figure pushed through a large bush in front to clear the way for the people behind him: "I think we should not be so unlucky. The tactics here are still very ancient. Even if they need to extend the defense line for reconnaissance, they still adopt a dense formation when it comes to attacking."

The dwarves are confident of victory, so Basham's army should not exceed them by much, probably between 200 and 400 people.

And this country is surrounded by a vast forest.

Considering this point.

"The probability of us running into the army will not exceed one in fifty." Clayton made a judgment, which made the other two feel more or less at ease.

About three minutes later, one in fifty appeared.

An "ancient" army wearing helmets and armor appeared in front of them.

This army was composed entirely of cavalrymen, all wearing armor and scale armor, with swords and spears tied to their saddles. They moved swiftly and naturally, just like regular soldiers. Because of the woods around them, it was hard to tell how many of them there were, but it was definitely more than fifty.

They rode their horses freely in the forest, not worrying about damaging their horses' hooves.

When the cavalrymen saw the three people stranded in the forest, the leader blew a whistle, and then all the horses stopped.

Clayton was not surprised, but the other two were shocked by the army's consistent behavior.

The leader of the cavalry was very tall. He rode a few steps forward and came to Clayton, leaning forward slightly and asking, "Who are you?"

Clayton thought that he should not be involved with this country at this moment. After all, he didn't know whether these people were enemies or friends. They had better remain neutral to avoid being affected.

So he replied, "Strangers."

The cavalry leader nodded, straightened up again, and raised one hand:

"Cut them."

Hearing this, Clayton stretched out his hand to grab him, but several short javelins flew quickly from behind the cavalry leader, knocking the three foreigners off their horses before they could react, pinning them to the ground. The cavalrymen started moving again, galloping, waving their long swords to cut the bodies of the three into several sections, and then drove away the horses, and then the troops left without a care.

"My mistake." Clayton said as he fell to the ground.

Generally, foreigners would not call themselves foreigners, and that guy should have taken action for this reason.

Beside him, Donna and Louis were already in tears and groaning because of the pain.

The fairyland protected them from death, but the pain was well preserved, and their limbs were cut off, so they could not help each other stand up.

"But that should not be the army of Basham, none of them are Morrell people."

But if that was not Edwards's men, it should be Edwards' enemies, who took the opportunity to attack because they found a flaw in the defense circle.

Clayton's speculation was not evaluated. Donna and Louis were not in the mood to think about these things. They just wanted to restore their bodies to their original state.

He transformed into a werewolf again. Although this form still had no limbs, he could use the extended snout to help himself move simply, so that he could get closer to the broken arm. As long as he connected a hand, he could free the other two companions.

This is a long process

When Adelaide Lux saw Clayton Bello again, the werewolf was digging the soil with his mouth, and his squirming body looked like a huge black caterpillar.

"What happened?"

Adelaide squatted down to look at these broken limbs and arms. She couldn't understand why these people's conditions deteriorated so quickly after only two hours in the real world?

And Father Louis was here.

"Sorry." The priest who was used to pain said to her.

She withdrew her eyes from the other person with a complicated look, and then saw Donna with red eyes and stiff neck:

"Help me hold my hand."

Adelaide had no intention of using this to threaten them. After helping them, the three of them quickly reassembled themselves and stood in front of her again - but their sleeves and trouser legs were cut off, and their clothes looked like fishermen on the beach.

"Did Mr. Channing reply?" Clayton only cared about leaving Wonderland.

"He promised to help you, and he needs you to take someone to the place where you just entered Wonderland and imitate what Chude Osmar did."

"Who to take?" Donna asked.

Adelaide did not answer, but her eyes gave the answer - obviously someone who could be a "sacrifice".

"Opening the door to the fairyland requires blood sacrifices in both worlds at the same time. Will he also conduct blood sacrifices in Sasha City?" Clayton glanced at Donna, whose face was gradually becoming serious: "I cannot agree with such behavior. Is there any other way?"

Adelaide saw Clayton's eye movement, and her expression suddenly became strange: "Mr. Channing knows that you may have such concerns. He said that you don't have to consider moral issues, because the execution of those sacrifices is legal even in the secular moral sense."

"Can the Elders extract death row prisoners from the prison?"

Clayton was surprised. After all, the prison is still an institution directly under the government, and the Elders should not be able to influence here.

Before telling the truth, Adelaide couldn't help but hesitate for a moment: "No, I heard that they are the descendants of Elder Fisher. According to Mr. Channing, Elder Fisher kills a group of useless descendants every year as ritual sacrifices."

Dorn law has no precedent for punishing parents who kill their children, and the law has no right to inquire about such incidents.

But this legal type is something that none of the three people thought of.

Donna wanted to say something, but Clayton stopped her.

"Elder Fisher is a ghoul," he said.

Sure enough, Donna didn't seem to have completely given up her entanglement, but she didn't refute it for the time being. Louis also held the same attitude as her, but the latter was more accepting of this than her. When Louis heard that the victim was not human, he had no worries at all.

Clayton continued to discuss with Adelaide about opening the door to the fairyland. In the place where they first came to the fairyland, there were countless living sacrifices, and they didn't need to prepare anything.

Adelaide needed to bring this news back, but before that she also needed to conduct a field investigation to ensure that the corresponding ritual form was safe.

Clayton followed the smell to find the escaped horse, and then several people headed towards the sacrificial site. Along the way, they were surprised to find that the horseshoe prints left by the previous cavalry team were always in front, as if they had the same purpose.

And when they realized this, the cavalry team appeared in front of them again.

In addition to the riders, there were also unconscious people piled on the back of each horse. They recognized that they were living sacrifices at the sacrificial site through several special faces.

The cavalry leader was also very surprised to see these people who had just been chopped into pieces by his own side.

He raised one hand: "Cut them."