I Like This Dream!

Two years later, the outer suburbs of Abery

The dishonest man hugged his daughter and huddled in the ruins of the wall in fear. This house has been destroyed, with traces of smoke and fire everywhere. The roof has been burned away, leaving only three walls that are not high. The wall they were leaning against was only half a person's height, and an adult could see them just by walking to the side.

But it's not humans they're trying to avoid.

A wolf was patrolling among the ruins. It looked like an ordinary gray wolf, but had a gray-blue mane. It opened its mouth, its tongue drooped, its nose twitched, and its cruel yellow eyes looked around. The man covered his little daughter's mouth so hard that he didn't notice that her daughter was about to suffocate.

The wolf approached them.

They could hear the sound of wolf claws trampling on the sand, like the footsteps of death getting closer and closer. You can't see us here, right? The man prayed, clinging to his only support. He kept repeating his prayers to the God of Light in his heart. Perhaps his prayers were fulfilled. At some point, the rustling footsteps stopped.

Already left? He thought nervously, not daring to stand up and take a look at the situation. His bones seemed to be rusty, and he was afraid of making a sound if he moved even slightly. But stopping like this is not an option. If the beast has left, wouldn't it mean that the longer you stay here, the more likely you are to encounter new dangers? The man swallowed, but before he could figure out what he was going to do, he suddenly felt wet on his face.

The sky darkened unconsciously, perhaps because the rain last night started again. As he thought this, he subconsciously raised his head, and his heartbeat almost stopped: what was above his head was not a rain cloud, but a wide open mouth, with a blood-red tongue exposed between two rows of sharp teeth, and his saliva was flowing. Flow down drop by drop. The wolf quietly climbed to the top of the wall. After determining that the living creatures under the wall were just harmless prey, it took action.

"Ahhh!"

Blood spurted out, the man's face was covered with blood, and he let out a scream of extreme horror. He is going to die! He is going to die! A human hand pulled him up, knocked off his hand covering his daughter's mouth and nose, and interrupted his hysterics with another slap. Only then did he realize that he was intact and the smelly blood on his face belonged to the wolf.

He is alive and the wolf is dead.

The wolf's body was hanging on the wall. A sword had just cut off its spine, killing it cleanly. The sword-wielding warrior was slapping the girl, causing the almost suffocated girl to cough and start breathing again. Another young man holding a wooden stick ran up quickly, grabbed the man and shook him, and scolded him fearfully: "Old Bobby, you came to the blockade to seek death? And you brought Lily with you?"

Bobby gasped and looked at his fellow countrymen, speechless for a moment.

"Let's go quickly." The soldier picked up the unsteady girl and said sternly in a low voice, "The blockade order has been issued. It is very dangerous here."

"Huh...huh...Sir ranger!" Bobby stood unsteadily leaning on the wall and said incoherently: "But our things are still here, everything in the house, we..."

Chris looked at the man's bulging pockets and scavenger attire without giving him away.

Last night, a small group of wandering alien beasts attacked a village in the outskirts. The villagers burned their homes to temporarily drive them away. Less than half of the survivors fled to Eboli for help. The patrol team could only place these refugees in the suburbs and ordered the village to be cordoned off to prevent the alien beasts from attacking again. It was clearly late spring, but things were not peaceful around Abori City. The patrol team had to gather together to patrol near the main city, and there were no extra manpower to clean up the attacked villages. After all, facing a group of strange beasts, one or two rangers are like delivering food.

From last winter to today, three small villages have been "temporarily blocked", and many villagers who have become beggars have appeared in the suburbs. People who lost everything were unwilling to leave behind the property they had brought out. Some people became scavengers, sneaking into the blocked villages and putting the property that had not been taken away into their own pockets. These people are committing crimes, but at the same time they have to risk being killed by alien beasts in order to survive. This man is not the first, nor the last, to bring his whole family to scavenge.

Dealing with the alien beasts is a matter for the border guards. Just wait until they are free to deal with it. The patrol team's job is to protect the main city of Abori. Their manpower is busy dealing with the refugees in the suburbs so that they do not disturb the citizens of Abori City. , there is no time to care about other things - even now, colleagues still insist on this view.

Chris could not convince them and could only do what he could, such as selecting a temporary team from the displaced villagers to clear the nearby blockade area. He could not make everyone comply with the blockade order. He could only reiterate the dangers of returning to the blockade area and punish the scavengers found. This time we came to rescue this man because it was very close to the closed area being cleared and because he was desperately requested by the fellow villagers of this man in the temporary team.

"That's enough, come back with us." He ordered briefly.

The man who survived the disaster nodded repeatedly. After a while, his expression changed drastically, and he begged Chris: "Master ranger! My son is still here!"

"I didn't see anyone else along the way." Chris frowned, "He might have gone back first."

"Impossible! He is the most filial and will not leave until he meets us! He has brown hair like me, is so tall, and has a mole on his nose. Come on, Mr. Ranger!" Bobby knelt down. , went to hug Chris' leg, but was dodged, "My son has just transformed into an alpha! He is the only alpha in our family!"

Chris sighed with a headache and asked the temporary team to take the scavenger and his daughter away. "Scavenging has violated the law. If you don't cooperate, you will be thrown into prison and do hard labor for the rest of your life." Seeing that Bobby was still howling, he threatened, "I will go find your son. You must shut up and leave immediately."

Bobby remained silent, and then left obediently with his fellow villagers.

To a certain extent, the ideas of the patrol and the nobles made sense. These illiterate poor people are as difficult to deal with as alien animals, and it is absolutely impossible for the nobles to come up with supplies that are gathering dust in the warehouse to provide relief. The disasters of alien beasts are becoming more and more serious, but people are becoming numb because of the slow increase in its severity; the rich nobles are rich and unkind, and the poor commoners are ignorant. Chris has done his best over the years and has indeed helped many people, and there are fewer and fewer doubts about him. He has done a lot, but recently he often doubts himself: Is everything I do the same as throwing a stone into a pond, causing only a few ripples?

Chris watched them leave quickly and began to look for people in the ruins of the village. The terrain in the village is winding and complex, and there are many blind spots that you have to go around to avoid missing. He didn't shout loudly to avoid attracting more strange beasts. The ice wolf that was killed just now was not powerful, but they acted in groups.

He searched for half an hour and found nothing, not even a living person or a strange animal. After searching for more than ten minutes, he was ready to go back. Everything you can see is a mess. This relatively small village now only has ruins. It is a mess everywhere. From time to time, money and blood can be seen thrown on the ground. There were not many corpses, fewer than the dead. Many of those who lost their lives did not leave any corpses. Some of them were buried in the sea of ​​​​fire, and some disappeared into the belly of strange beasts.

Can we just get through these days? The tide of beasts is God's punishment, so there is nothing we can do? Chris felt pity and felt the sword in his hand was heavy. He had dreamed of becoming a hero and fighting off alien beasts since he was a child. His dream was not extinguished when he became an omega, but it was almost extinguished after a few years in the patrol team. Is it just arrogance to want to change the situation and save humanity?

Chris thought about the rumors he heard about Duke Ronald not long ago. If he had heard it a few years ago, he would have dropped everything and ran to the Wengaro Defense Line without hesitation. But now, every time he prepares to make a decision, he can't help but be in a dilemma. He feels that he can't do it here without him, and he feels that leaving may not be able to do more than staying here, at least the future here is visible.

An's voice suddenly sounded in his head, mocking him for being a coward who worried about gains and losses. "What's the point of living in a foreseeable and boring future?" she said. "Of course it's interesting to go to a new place and different things will happen!"

Chris smiled at the imaginary voice. Speaking of which, this year's meeting time was coming soon. An mentioned in her letter her friends and her ability to make progress. She should be living better now than last year...

Chris lowered his body suddenly, and the wind brought the fresh smell of blood. Someone is injured in the front, and he's an alpha. He pricked up his ears, stepped lightly, and walked gently around the corner.

There was a man with brown hair lying in the corner, clutching his chest and abdomen, his face twisted in fear and pain. Chris walked in quickly, squatted down, and touched the skin that was still warm. The alpha had just died, and Chris looked at the mole on his nose and thought seriously that he could only tell his father the bad news.

He glanced around, wanting to move the body elsewhere and bury it, but suddenly felt something was wrong. The corpse dropped to the ground as soon as the hand touched it, revealing its torn open abdominal cavity. Half of the internal organs inside were missing and were in tatters, as if they had just been half eaten.

Chris rolled sideways and avoided a piece of ice. Densely packed sharp ice arrows pierced the place where he had just stood, smashing the body into a piece of flesh. He quickly stood up, pushed his right foot on the ground, and took a big step to the side. He heard a thumping sound, and the earth wall he relied on had been shot into a sieve.

The enemy stopped after two rounds of volleys. The Ice Wolf's reserves were not endless. Yet this is far from worth the relief. Chris leaned against the wall, glanced around, and his heart sank. A total of seven wolves with gray and blue fur formed a fan shape around them, breathing hard and staring greedily at the prey attracted by the bait.

Chris tightened his grip on the sword.