Chapter 738： what year is today

Fire Festival is over.

After the carnival, the only thing left is loneliness.

With drunkenness and smiles on their faces, the villagers staggered and supported each other, returned to their homes, sat by the warm fireplace, stretched out their hands to bake the fire, and enjoyed the warm time with their families.

There was only one girl, still standing there, her eyes always looking out of the town.

Old John didn't bother the girl, just put on a thick fur coat and waited quietly by the side.

I don't know how long, the night is getting darker.

The eyebrows fell a little cold, revealing a bone-chilling chill.

Yvette slowly stretched out her hand, but saw a crystal snowflake falling into her palm.

The last snow of this year, like goose feathers, fell like a goose feather. It seemed to be sending off a man who had gone away. among.

The north wind was carrying the goose feather snow, making the already cold weather a bit colder.

"Go back, Yvette."

Old John couldn't bear to let his granddaughter suffer, so he walked over with hesitant steps, and softly persuaded: "He doesn't belong here, and he will leave sooner or later."

Yvette lowered her head deeply, her hands were frozen purple, tears fell down her cheeks, her teeth bit her lip, and said in a very soft voice with a hint of trembling: " I... get it... Grandpa..."

The girl has been very sensible since she was a child, and has always been so.

She is very aware of Grandpa's concerns and understands that Luka will not stay here, but she is just not reconciled.

Until the end...the words were not spoken.

"I like him......"

Yvette turned and threw herself into the arms of the old man, her tears bursting like a flood, sobbing and whispering: "Grandpa...I like Luca...but why...why doesn't he let me Say it...even if it's a refusal..."

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The man walked in the mountains all night without sleep.

At dawn, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, gilding the entire mountain top with golden light, the clouds transpired, and the mountains and forests were all covered in silver, giving it a feeling of a fairyland outside the world.

But unfortunately.

Even if the fairyland has nothing to do with him, he just wants to find the nearest human gathering place.

If he continued in this direction, he would have to become a purebred savage within ten days and a half.

With his physique, although he would not starve to death and freeze to death, his image could not be preserved.

"I should have asked Old John if I wanted a map." The man looked at the boundless mountains and couldn't help but have a headache: "God bless me, don't let me get lost, I don't want to be a savage."

But since he had already left, it would be a shame to go back again.

The man shook his head with a wry smile, chose a direction that seemed pleasing to the eye, and started running wildly with all his strength.

As the saying goes: Going up is easy and going down is hard.

But it seemed a little unworkable for the man. I saw him going down the mountain as fast as lightning, completely ignoring the steepness of the road, as if the earth dragon was rolling in the thick snow, setting off a wind dragon that was several dozen meters long.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the man rushed down from the top of the mountain several hundred meters high.

In front of it was a forest covered with snow. Wan Lai was silent without a trace of sound. After the heavy snow, all creatures fell into a deep sleep.

If you are an experienced hunter, you will definitely not trespass into the forest just after the heavy snow, because it is easy to encounter wild beasts that come out to hunt, especially brown bears and other wild beasts. More fat to survive the harsh winter.

The man was walking in the forest, and the sun was gradually sinking.

It has been two days since he left the town, and now there is no dripping water, let alone any food, and his stomach is inevitably grumbling.

Just as the man was worried about whether to eat snow or grass tonight, a loud noise interrupted him.

"Roar-"

He heard a roar of a beast, and the layers of snow fell on the branches.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, a wild bear with brown hair standing up to two meters high, with sticky saliva dripping from its teeth, the beast's eyes full of killing and tyranny, staring straight ahead. of humans.

The two-meter-tall brown bear is definitely the overlord in the forest.

Just the pair of sharp claws and fleshy palms that reflect the cold light can slap most carbon-based creatures to death, at least with broken tendons.

In the cold winter of northern Europe, food is quite scarce.

Being able to meet people like humans in the forest is like a delicacy bestowed by the gods for brown bears who have been hungry for half a winter.

Just smelling the breath of human beings, this huge brown bear greedy worm was hooked up, and after a roar, it rushed towards the man.

The stench of saliva was splattered everywhere, and the huge brown bear ran like a land tank. The nearby branches kept shaking off the snow. If ordinary people saw this scene, they would 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 who need food.

The brown bear's eyes were full of confusion, and with its IQ, it was completely incomprehensible why the human in front of him didn't run away, but under the temptation of gluttony and hunger in its belly, it still charged towards the man firmly.

In the brown bear's cognition, there is no creature that can resist one of its collisions.

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.

As if when a tank was moving at full speed, the strong impact it carried came to an abrupt end, shaking the snow up to one meter thick on the ground, and the snow lifted by the air waves rushed into the air, making a dull loud noise like thunder.

With only one hand, the man forcibly stopped the brown bear's collision.

And his arm, which is as white as jade, is now covered with red lines like orbits, like a special tattoo formed by the skin after the blood boils.

"Sorry......"

The man lowered his eyes and said softly: "The weak eat the strong, this is the law of nature."

The voice fell, and the palm of the hand swallowed the blue light, which penetrated the brown bear's head like a sharp arrow, and exploded a mixture of white and red.

"Dinner is over..." The man breathed a sigh of relief, condensing a azure blue sword in his hand.

shhhhh......

The skin and bones were removed in three strokes and five by two, and a brown bear was dismembered, and then a bonfire was built on it to bake.

After a full meal, the man rested for half an hour, got up and continued to move in one direction.

This walk, until noon the next day, finally let him see the town.

But... the problem is.

He didn't know if he should call the pile of broken ruins a 'town'.

From the crumbling ruins, I can vaguely see the breath of this town in the past, but now it has become a purgatory on earth, with people everywhere like walking dead, and there is no hope for life in their eyes, only ashes like ashes despair.

The man came to a desperate man, leaned down and asked, "What the **** happened here?"

The desperate man didn't answer him, but just stared at the distant street with a dead face, and then his pupils trembled violently, as if he saw something terrifying, he screamed and started to flee in a hurry, and he went into the ruins desperately.

boom boom boom...

A loud noise from the steel tracks pulled the man's line of sight.

I saw a group of soldiers who were determined and determined, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com wearing a steel helmet and holding a rifle, he followed the steel behemoth-like tank, raised his chest and raised his head proudly, and walked through the ruins of the town street, wantonly killing the crowd on the way.

A black flag flies over the tank.

Along with the howls and screams from the crowd, the slanted **** printed on the black flag trembled in the howling cold wind.

The man's pupils shrank slightly, and the **** slanted on the black flag was fixed, and the feeling of deja vu came to his mind.

Swastika flag...

Hitler.....

German Army...

Second World War.....

Countless fragmented memory fragments flashed wildly in his mind, and then turned into a word.

That is a word that makes the whole world tremble, makes the whole Europe tremble, and terrifies countless living beings, and the translation of this word means that the iron hoof tramples the entire European continent - the **** party!