Chapter 738 What year is it today?
The Fire Festival is over.
After the carnival, all that's left is loneliness.
With drunkenness and smiles on their faces, the villagers supported each other staggeringly and returned to their homes. They sat by the warm fireplace, stretching out their hands to light the fire while enjoying the warm time with their families.
There was only one girl, still standing there, looking out of the town.
Old John didn't bother the girl, he just wore a thick fur coat and waited quietly aside.
I don’t know how long it took, but the night got darker.
A bit of coldness fell between his eyebrows, showing a bone-chilling chill.
Yvette slowly stretched out her hand, and saw a crystal snowflake falling on her palm.
The last snow of the year fell like goose feathers all over the sky, as if it was seeing off the man who had left. The time we spent together in the past few months gradually disappeared with the cold wind blowing in our faces. among.
The north wind carried heavy snow, making the already cold weather even colder.
"Go back, Yvette."
Old John really couldn't bear to let his granddaughter suffer, so he walked over with hesitant steps and whispered softly: "He does not belong here, and he will leave sooner or later."
Yvette lowered her head deeply, her hands were turned purple from the cold, tears fell down her cheeks, she bit her lips tightly, and said in a very soft voice with a hint of trembling: " I...got it...Grandpa..."
Girls have been very sensible since they were young, and they have always been so.
She was very aware of her grandfather's concerns, and she also understood that Luka would not stay here, but she was just unwilling to do so.
Until the end...I didn't say those words.
"I like him......"
Yvette turned around and threw herself into the old man's arms. Her tears were like a flood, and she sobbed and whispered: "Grandpa... I like Luca... but why... why didn't he let me Say it...even if it means saying no..."
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The man walked in the mountains through the wind and snow, sleepless all night.
At dawn, a dazzling golden light suddenly appears, coating the entire mountain top with a golden glow. There are glowing rays of light in the steaming clouds, and the mountains and woods are all covered in silver. It feels like a fairyland outside the world.
But it's a pity.
Even fairyland has nothing to do with him. He just wants to find the nearest gathering place for humans.
If he continues in this direction, I'm afraid he will become a pure savage in less than ten days and a half.
With his physique, although he would not starve to death or freeze to death, his image could not be saved.
"If I had known better, I should have asked Old John for a map." The man looked at the boundless mountains and couldn't help but feel a headache: "God bless me, please don't let me get lost. I don't want to be a savage."
But now that I have left, it would be too embarrassing to go back.
The man shook his head with a wry smile, randomly chose a direction that looked pleasing to his eye, and started running with all his strength.
As the saying goes: It’s easier to go up a mountain than it is to go down.
But it seemed to be impossible for the man. He went down the mountain as fast as lightning, completely ignoring the steepness along the way. It was like an earth dragon rolling in the thick snow, setting off a wind dragon that was dozens of feet long.
In less than half an hour, the man rushed down from the top of the mountain several hundred meters high.
Ahead is a forest covered with white snow. There is no sound in the silence. After the heavy snow, all living things have fallen into a deep sleep.
If you are an experienced hunter, you will definitely not trespass into the forest just after heavy snowfall, because it is easy to encounter wild beasts that come out to hunt, especially brown bears. They like to hunt after heavy snowfall in order to stock up. More fat to survive the harsh winter.
The man was walking in the mountains and forests, and the sun was gradually setting in the west.
It had been two days since he left the town, and now he had not had a drop of water, nor any food, and his stomach was inevitably growling.
Just as the man was wondering whether to eat snow or grass tonight, a loud noise interrupted him.
"Roar--"
There was only a roar of a beast, and layers of snow fell from the branches.
Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, a wild bear standing upright about two meters tall with brown hair, sticky saliva dripping from its teeth, the beast's pupils were full of killing and violence, staring straight ahead. of human beings.
The two-meter-tall brown bear is definitely the overlord of the forest.
Just those sharp claws and fleshy palms that reflected the cold light could kill most carbon-based creatures with one slap, at least with broken muscles and bones.
In the cold winter of Northern Europe, food is quite scarce.
To meet a human-like person in the forest is like a delicacy given by God to the brown bear who has been hungry for half the winter.
Just by smelling the scent of humans, this huge brown bear was aroused. After letting out a roar, it ran towards the man.
The smelly saliva was splashed everywhere, and the huge brown bear ran like a land tank, shaking nearby branches and shaking off snow. If ordinary people saw this scene, they would probably turn around on the spot. run.
But unfortunately, men are not included in the ranks of ‘ordinary people’.
after all......
It's not just brown bears that need food.
The brown bear's eyes were full of confusion. With its IQ, it was completely unable to understand why the human in front of it didn't run away. However, tempted by greed and hunger, it still rushed towards the man resolutely.
In the brown bear's knowledge, no creature can resist its collision.
This is an ancient memory engraved in genes, and of course it can also be understood as a hunting instinct.
But the next moment, the brown bear suddenly stopped in front of the man.
It was as if a tank was advancing at full speed, and the powerful impact it carried came to an abrupt end, shaking the one-meter-thick snow on the ground. The snow kicked up by the air waves rushed into the air, making a loud and dull sound like thunder.
The man only used one hand to forcefully stop the brown bear from charging.
And his arm, as white as jade, was now covered with track-like red lines, just like a special tattoo formed by boiling blood and showing through the skin.
"Sorry......"
The man lowered his eyes and said softly: "The weak will eat the strong. This is the law of nature."
After the words fell, azure blue light was swallowed in the palm, and it penetrated the brown bear's head like a sharp arrow, exploding a mixture of white and red substances.
"Dinner is finally settled..." The man breathed a sigh of relief and condensed a blue sword in his hand.
Swish, swish, swish...
He skinned and deboned a brown bear three times, dismembered it, and then built a bonfire to roast it.
After a hearty meal, the man rested for half an hour, then got up and continued moving in one direction.
This walk lasted until noon the next day, when he finally saw the town.
But... here's the thing.
He didn't know whether he should call the pile of ruins a 'town'.
From the collapsed ruins, one can vaguely see the atmosphere of this town in the past, but now it has become a purgatory on earth, with people everywhere like walking corpses. There is no hope of life in their eyes, only the ashen look of death. despair.
The man came to a desperate man, leaned down and asked, "What on earth happened here?"
The desperate man didn't answer him. He just looked at the distant street with a dead expression. Then his pupils trembled violently, as if he had seen something terrifying. He screamed and started to run away in panic, and got into the ruins desperately.
Boom boom boom...
The loud sound of steel tracks drew the man's attention.
I saw groups of soldiers wearing steel helmets and holding rifles in their hands, following the tanks like steel beasts, holding their chests and heads high, walking through the ruined streets of the town, killing wantonly. Looking at the people on the way.
A black flag fluttered on the tank.
Accompanied by howls and screams from the crowd, the slanted swastika printed on the black flag trembled in the howling cold wind.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly and he focused on the slanted swastika on the black flag. A feeling of familiarity came to his mind.
Swastika flag......
Hitler.....
German army...
Second World War.....
Countless fragmented memory fragments flashed crazily in his mind, and then turned into a word.
That is a word that makes the whole world tremble, makes the whole of Europe tremble, and makes countless creatures fearful. The translated meaning of this word is that the Communist Party tramples on the entire European continent with iron hoofs!
