Chapter 311 Chaotic Battle (New Chapter)

After all the infantrymen rushed into the castle's wall gate, the cavalrymen followed. When the last person disappeared behind the wall, the "wooden bridge" across the moat was raised again, and then the first Dinnon man who arrived dismounted, rushed to the wall through the stairs to start the mechanism, and then the gate was slowly lowered.

Donna noticed that although her uncle was walking in the middle of the team, he would look back from time to time, and his frowning eyebrows showed that he was very concerned about the performance of the Dinnon man.

She hurriedly leaned over the horse's ear and said a few words, and the horse moved forward faster, parallel to Clayton's mount.

She stepped on the stirrup with a little force, trying to push her upper body up. Clayton noticed her attempt and controlled the horse to move closer to her again, knee to knee, just like he did with his comrades during the parade in the past.

Donna breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "You look bad. Did you find something bad?"

Clayton's eyeballs slid back and forth quickly, and pointed to the position of the Dinnon people with his pupils.

"They are too familiar with the structure here. The appearance of that kind of mechanical structure was hundreds of years later than the time when they disappeared, but they immediately found the location of the mechanism."

"What does this mean?" Donna asked.

"It means that our allies are not united." Clayton sighed heavily, and then laughed at himself: "Everyone is lying."

When they arrived inside the castle, the cavalry got off their horses and let the livestock rest in the corridor, so the corridor was filled. Some of them and the infantry took the broken limbs to the room for restoration work.

As the corridor was empty again, Basham saw Clayton, snorted immediately, stretched out his hand to push away the crowd and horses, and walked into the nearest room.

The scarecrow who was leaning against the wall spit on the ground and chased in with a sword.

Seeing their performance, Di Jetali smiled coldly and walked into the room.

Donna felt an unusual atmosphere, and she reached out and pulled Clayton:

"Is it our turn?"

"Indeed." Clayton weighed the broken axe in his hand without surprise and walked in with big strides. Donna followed closely behind with Clara in her arms, leaving Adelaide behind to fight Louis.

As soon as the uncle and nephew Bello entered the door, they saw that the scarecrow and Bassam had already started fighting.

Bassam held the scarecrow's fist with a hideous look on his face, and his upper body began to lean forward to wrestle with the scarecrow. Although the two people looked like they were standing still, the blood vessels on the back of their hands and the thick wool carpet that was gradually torn under their feet showed that their strength was extraordinary.

The two dwarf leaders twisted together, and Di Jetali walked towards them with a sword in one hand and a spear in the other, with a fierce expression, obviously not to stop the dispute.

The leader of the farmers ran, holding the spear in his left hand under his armpit and piercing Basham steadily. Then he lifted the dwarf up, swung the sword in his right hand, and chopped off one of the dwarf prince's feet like cutting meat with a dinner knife. The scarecrow was not happy about Basham's defeat, but jumped up and hit Jetali's waist and abdomen, making him bend down and put the spear in his hand flat.

This suitable height made Basham's feet fall to the ground. He struggled to pull the spear out of his body, and rolled again after landing, and put his feet back.

"I don't need your help, just take care of yourself."

"Who the hell is helping you? I'll kill you all!" The scarecrow roared and hugged Jetali's calf, lifted him up and threw him at Basham, knocking Basham down again, but his head was also counterattacked by Jetali's counterweight ball on the hilt, and half of his head collapsed.

Clayton stepped forward and raised one hand to press down.

"We might as well" He planned to try to solve the problem with reason first, but then a white light wheel flew over and hit him in the chest.

When the light wheel stuck in the bone and stopped rotating, it turned into the sword of Basham.

"You die too!" the dwarf prince shouted.

Seeing such a reaction, Donna immediately felt bad. Sure enough, the pain activated the werewolf's nature at once. The pupils in Clayton's eyes instantly expanded to the maximum. He drew out the dagger without saying a word, and then immediately joined the battle with an axe, and never mentioned the proposal that had not yet been spoken.

The strength and speed of the four warriors were extraordinary. The tables and chairs were split apart, and the wall coating and floor were cracked because of their fighting.

Clayton and Jetali's fighting style was the same as the warriors Donna imagined. When the dwarves fought again, Jetali faced Clayton, threw away his spear, and suppressed the werewolf with his sword. His speed and strength were faster than Clayton's human form, and the first sword cut off Clayton's neck.

If it were in reality, Jetali's sword would have killed Clayton, but this is a fairyland, and cutting his throat is no big deal.

Even if the Mosquito Slayer is damaged, it still retains some blood-sucking ability. In addition, this axe can not only cause chopping injuries, but its heavy weight can also easily break bones, and this type of injury recovers more slowly.

Clayton exchanged a minor injury for a serious one, and after a few rounds, he actually forced Jetali into a disadvantage.

However, they are not the only two on the battlefield. Anyone who shows the possibility of winning in a one-on-one duel will be desperately blocked by others.

Although the attack range of dwarves is short, their ability to withstand strikes is amazing. The chops that can cut off the limbs of ordinary people can only cut an inch into their bodies. Once they are entangled by them, it is difficult to escape.

Moreover, facing these short men, it became extremely difficult for Jetali and Clayton to protect their lower bodies.

The battle in the fairyland was uncontrolled, and the scene quickly became bloody and bloody. Every man was wearing tattered clothes and fighting with some of his bones exposed.

Although this situation stems from the grudge between them, it is also affected by Edwards' witchcraft.

Donna stood watching their fight, anxious but not sure what to do.

She began to suspect that her gnosis was wrong. When she was outside the room, she had a premonition that what happened when she walked in should be a good thing, but now it seemed that was not the case at all.

Asking for help from people outside the room at this time might trigger an outright civil war, and she was unwilling to stand by and watch.

"Stop it, have you forgotten that Edwards is still waiting for us?!"

"Shut up!"

Jetali didn't even look at her, and threw the sword away with his backhand. The high-speed rotating blade cut off a strand of Donna's hair, and finally nailed it to the wall behind the girl.

"Hiss--" Her left hand suddenly spasmed uncontrollably, and the protective spell left to her by Principal Fatiya began to appear, and even flowed into the air, like a black chain extending into her satchel, with branches extending to Clayton not far away and outside the house.

Clara's laughter also came from Donna's satchel at this moment.

"Haha. Hahahaha"

Donna quickly took her out, only to find that she had grown again.

The human body under the little devil's neck has grown shoulders, but it does not continue to shape the chest. Instead, slender arms extend downward on both sides. The color from the shoulders to the fingertips gradually changes from white to dark red. This is because a portion of the skin has not fully grown.

Donna's appearance was getting worse and worse. She suppressed her mood and used her gnosis to carefully examine the connection between them.

The laughter stopped, and the head in her arms made a sound like murmuring in sleep: "Clara is so happy."

A kind of transparent wave spread around Clara, stirring up the ubiquitous black smoke, shaping the smoke into the shapes of various birds and animals around her. Her behavior was extremely natural, and she did not show any effort on her face. , as easy as a fish returning to the water.

In the environment carefully arranged by Edwards, Clara, the dependent of the authoritative Demon Lord, has also been enhanced.

Donna found the key, used her own ideas to leverage Clara's power, and at the same time issued a final announcement to the four warriors who fell into madness.

"Stop it all!"

The black smoke suddenly burned. Because they were everywhere, the room was immediately filled with this illusory flame. All four warriors were wrapped in it and stumbled away. Amidst howls in unison, they His body gradually hunched up and was submerged in the soaring fire.

"This is too powerful!"

Donna hurriedly stopped using this power and rushed to the collapsed Clayton.

"Are you OK?"

Clayton clutched his throat and convulsed, and with a few coughs, he spit out a ball of hair.

"Is this wolf hair?" Donna wasn't sure what it was. She turned to look at the others. Not far from her, two dwarf warriors and Emperor Jetali were all huddled on the ground.

The bodies of the three people shrank visibly to the naked eye.

"Shit—" the Scarecrow said weakly.

When Donna saw their appearance, she began to get angry - if they hadn't done it first, Clayton wouldn't have been involved.

And the worst part is - even if they all go crazy, no one wants to fight her.

This is simply discrimination!

"Are you all fools? Before Edwards fell, you started killing each other. As the commander-in-chief of so many people, you don't take the truly important things to heart, and each of you only thinks about personal grudges."

"She's right," Clayton said, his voice hoarse as he lay on the ground.

However, the physical resemblance between him and Donna made these words unconvincing, so there was no response at all.

Suddenly, the other three men realized something. They gathered their energy and climbed up, staggering towards Donna - or Clara in her arms. The same enthusiasm and concentration in their eyes scared Donna.

"Is this a demon?" Bassem stared at the head.

The Scarecrow opened his eyes wide: "We also have a demon warlock!"

Jetali grabbed Donna directly, his greedy expression undisguised: "Don't worry about these dwarves, let's leave here now."

Hearing these words, the two dwarves captured Emperor Jetali again.

Clara’s new form refers to the small fist stone