When Lanny turned her head, Allen was already standing at the door of the bedroom. The five-year-old boy was surprisingly calm, and Allen asked softly, "Mom, what are predators?"
"The devil." Lanny said simply, and added: "The sad devil."
Many years later, Allen did not know the meaning of this sentence. But now, Lanny has no time to let him experience this: "Alan, we have to get out of here. Take your dagger, and you don't need to clean up the rest!"
The mother and son took simple luggage and just ran out the door. A blaze came from the town entrance, and then the explosion appeared in a bungalow not far from them. Flames burst out from the windows and doors of the bungalow. Lifted the roof of the house and rushed to a height of ten meters!
Accompanied by the bursting fire, a circle of powerful shock waves spread out, pushing Lanny, mother and child back into the house heavily. The two fell into a ball, and it took a few seconds for Lanny to recover from the dizziness. She shook Ellen, and the boy struggled to his feet, indicating that he was fine. Turning around to leave the house again, Lan Ni saw a few figures emerging from the flames a few meters away.
Those were a few men, but not men from the town. Painted or tattooed on their bodies, and holding chainsaws or submachine guns in their hands, they were killing several nearby residents. One of the men looked towards the house, and his eyes met Lannie's in mid-air.
Lanny gritted her teeth and rushed to close the door. Then a table was dragged over to block the door firmly, and then he ran back and lifted a patched blanket in the corner of the room, which was a cellar below. Usually used to hide some food, Lanny opened the cellar and beckoned Allen to come over.
Allen seemed to know what was going to happen, his body trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word. He walked over, and Lanny kissed his forehead and said: "Hide here and don't come out, Alan. You have to live! Then that dagger killed your father. His name is Archimedes, without him, There would be no cursed fate for us today!"
Allen was shocked, he just instinctively remembered a name: Archimedes. He was in the cellar, the space was not completely dark, there was faint light from above, and some sounds.
The sound of the door being knocked hard.
Then there was a loud noise, as if a heavy object fell to the ground. Then Lanny's yell and the sound of the pistol sounded at the same time, and Allen sat around silently. Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded overhead, and scorching flames swept across the cellar. The blazing firelight shone on the boy's face through the not-so-strong wooden door.
That was the sound of a grenade exploding.
That night, screams, roars and explosions rang out non-stop. In the small cellar, Allen was as motionless as a statue. He didn't cry, just like the night he was born. It's just that there was misty mist in the bright red eyes.
At the same time, a certain corner of that young heart became hard and cold.
No matter how long the night is, there is a time in the past. When Allen came out of the house, he saw a large area of scorched land. Originally yesterday, the streets were covered with silvery white snowflakes, but now they protrude from the ground and are pitch black. Fragmented corpses were scattered on the scorched ground. In it, Allen saw a severed finger with a fire-blackened silver ring on it.
An indescribable sadness welled up in his chest, and the boy took a deep breath to keep himself from crying.
That's Lanny's ring.
Bodies can be seen everywhere on the streets of the town, in collapsed houses. Among these corpses, many were residents of the town, mostly men, but some were women and children. On the road not far away, Allen saw the house next door
Moss, the little fat guy who is one year older than Allen. Alan just had a fight with him not long ago, and now, poor little Moss has only one half of his body left, and the other half of his body has disappeared.
Allen raised his head, looking a little dazed. There was no one alive in the town, whether it was the survivors or the so-called predators, they had already left before dawn. The world is so big that it seems to have no boundaries; at the same time it is too small to accommodate a boy.
For a moment, Allen didn't know what to do.
Allen walked on the street blankly, when a light wind blew behind him at some point, and there was a certain fishy smell in the wind. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a black shadow rushing towards the house behind him. There was a bang in his head, and then he couldn't hear anything, and the world became silent. The pupils dilated slightly, which made him see clearly that the black shadow was actually a wolf.
A wolf the size of a calf.
It has gray hair all over its body, and its strong and powerful mouth is enough to bite through iron bars several centimeters thick, so it can easily bite off Alan's neck.
This is the snow wolf, a first-class dangerous species that only moves and hunts in winter. Generally speaking, experienced hunters can deal with such dangerous species, but Alan is only a five-year-old child!
In the eyes of Snow Wolf, this is an easy food. Although the amount of human baby meat is not much, the taste is very delicious, and the snow wolf can't wait to drink the warm blood from the tender neck. But when it saw the boy's red jewel-like eyes, with a circle of silver-gray lines quietly floating around the pupils, the snow wolf felt frightened!
It's like bumping headfirst into your own natural enemy instead of a tasty human child.
Everything that followed happened in an instant.
The snow wolf didn't bite the boy's neck, and Alan rolled forward almost instinctively the moment the wolf pounced down, and rolled into the wolf's belly. The dagger in his hand stabbed upwards naturally, even the boy didn't make any other movements, just relying on the sharpness of the dagger and the inertia of the snow wolf's pounce, he opened a long wound on the wolf's belly.
The boy was drenched in wolf blood, intestines and offal. When Allen emerged from the wolf's corpse, the boy had turned into a blood man. However, before he recovered from the excitement of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, countless green dots floated up on the corner of the street, on the house or other places.
Dangerous creatures like snow wolves usually act in groups. There are 23 of them in total, surrounding Allen in the middle.
Allen's attention was attracted by Snow Wolf, he didn't notice the devil's praise in his hand, and all the wolf blood on the blade had disappeared.
Only some dark red blood remained on the knife, which was the blood of the dead.
The wolves were not in a hurry to attack, and Allen looked at one of them. It was the smallest snow wolf with long silver hairs all over its body, and it had a light that no other of its kind had.
Dim, silvery white light. Lonely and cold, like a gust of wind blowing in late autumn.
The silver wolves came out more and more, came to Alan's side and circled him. Still using its slightly damp nose to sniff around Allen's body, the boy froze throughout the process. Although it was only a few seconds, Allen felt as if a century had passed.
The silver wolf stepped back a little, and the wolf's mouth opened and closed to spit out human language: "Are you afraid of me?"
Allen couldn't be more surprised.
Silver Wolf showed a humane smile: "Although our body structure is different, we can still simulate your human voice through the vibration of certain muscles. Why, you have never seen it before.
such a thing? "
The boy shook his head honestly.
There was a flash of surprise in the silver wolf's clear blue pupils, and then he said: "Your smell is not bad, I like you. Your kind is dead, how about it, do you want to come with me?" ? Or, to be our lunch?"
"Will you kill me if I leave with you?"
"Of course not. On the contrary, I will teach you to hunt. But if you want food, you have to get it by yourself just like my other compatriots."
"Then I'll go with you." Allen didn't hesitate, he didn't forget his mother's last request. No matter what, even if he was with the snow wolf, he had to survive.
Only by living can Lanny's last wish be fulfilled!
So on this day, a little boy and a silver snow wolf left the town that had just experienced a massacre.
"By the way, my name is Bai Fang." On the way, Silver Wolf said.
"My name is Allen."
The boy hesitated for a while and asked, "Why did you let me go?"
"Because you are afraid of me, and because I am lonely..."
The world will not stop because of anyone, the gear of time always rolls forward at its own pace. Five years of cold winter, a flick of a finger.
Daybreak calendar 433 years, summer.
A group of soldiers shuttled through the mountains and forests. They were a hunting group that specialized in accepting various commissions, and sometimes hunted rare and dangerous species for huge profits. There are only three people in the hunting group, and they are all power users, especially the leader Andy, who is a level nine power user! As for the soldiers, they were actually hired from the nearby city of Gaul. There is no other reason, just because this mercenary is familiar with the surrounding environment.
At this time, the mercenary captain Gut said: "Boss, we are not far from the wolf den."
Captain Andy glanced at him and said, "Captain Gut, are you sure those damn snow wolves are nearby?"
"Last month, when we accepted the official commission of Gaul City to conduct a routine biological survey of the mountains and forests in this area, we did find the old den of snow wolves. If those guys haven't been removed, we can't be wrong." Gut After a pause, he emphasized: "Summer is a season that snow wolves have hated for a long time. In this season, they usually spend the whole summer hiding in shady caves, so the chance of moving their nest is not high."
"Very good." Andy jumped up, with a greedy look in his eyes: "I heard that there is a silver snow wolf in this team of snow wolves, and the fur of the silver snow wolf is hard to find! It seems that this time I don't want to get rich It's all difficult."
At the same time as the hunting group appeared, on the other side of the forest, a horned deer was wandering among the grass. It had horns as complicated as a crown, which was its weapon to protect itself. It is arching the grass with its horns, which is a means of testing whether there is danger hidden in the grass. After confirming that there is no danger, it gnaws on this piece of green grass. It can decompose water and fibers from the grass to maintain its own life.
Suddenly, the horned deer raised its head, and then pressed its powerful hind legs to the ground, sweeping a graceful arc immediately. This horned deer senses danger, an almost intuitive perception that has saved it many times so far. But this time it was an exception. Suddenly there was a silver light flashing under the tree sprout not far away, and the horned deer trembled suddenly in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a wail.
A sharp dagger disappeared and was nailed into its neck. The horned deer's eyes were full of fear, and it could feel that something in its body was being sucked away. It still didn't die immediately, kicking its limbs but unable to get up, it could only watch desperately as the predator emerged from the shade of the tree.
(end of this chapter)