Even in broad daylight.
The raging flames and thick smoke can still be clearly seen.
The originally peaceful village has been shrouded in thick black smoke. Occasionally, you can see crowds of people, but they are too far away to be clearly identified.
"Teacher Zabu..."
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Ivanov's face was full of helplessness, and he said in astonishment: "What on earth is going on?!"
Looking dreamily at the precarious village at the foot of the mountain.
Zabu's lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but silently clenched his fists as he hesitated to speak.
"Let's go into the village and have a look!"
Clench your teeth hard.
The strong man in front of him grabbed the young man's shoulders and jumped towards the village at the foot of the mountain.
The biting cold wind blew across his face, and Ivanov was carried on his shoulders.
He gave up all his hunting equipment on the spot, leaving only his shotgun.
Zabu's face was extremely ugly, and he jumped up from the cliff without giving little Ivan a chance to react!
"Baiju. Jueyingqi——"
Accompanied by a loud shout.
A majestic biological force field burst out from Zabu's body.
In the void, a centaur-like creature jumped out with a bang, and its broad back just caught the two people who jumped from the cliff.
"This...god..."
Ivanov was stunned on the spot, and his world view collapsed on the spot.
The centaur monster underneath him was completely white.
Strong muscles are distributed evenly throughout the body. The upper body is covered in silver armor, and a pair of sharp horns extend outward from the top of the head, making it look particularly handsome.
"Teacher Zabu..."
He looked at Zabu with astonishment on his face.
Little Ivan asked hesitantly: "You, you are the night watchman?!"
Although his village is just a tiny place on the border of the Principality of Isa.
But little Ivan still knows the legends about night watchmen from big cities.
A strong man who can freely control monsters to fight, and the only hero who can protect the post-apocalyptic civilization in the wasteland.
This is the legendary and powerful night watchman!
"I... didn't mean to hide it from everyone."
Secretly gritted his teeth.
Looking anxiously in the direction of the village, Zabu emphasized: "Let's see what happened in the village first. If I have a chance later, I will definitely explain it to everyone!"
The pure white centaur freak jumped into the sky.
The surrounding wind elements responded and danced around its strong hooves.
Staring straight at Zabu's dark face, little Ivan on the freak's back was completely speechless.
The sudden disaster and the familiar yet unfamiliar teacher in front of him made the boy unable to accept it for a while.
The white horse passes by and is fleeting.
Controlling the wind element in the sky, the centaur monster carried the two of them and floated down from the top of the mountain in an instant.
In the blink of an eye——
The two came to the village at the foot of the mountain.
"How, how could..."
Suddenly he turned over and fell down.
Ivanov's legs weakened and he fell to his knees in the snow with a plop.
The village of yesteryear is long gone.
The blazing flames shined with an evil luster in the daylight, and there were obviously mottled blood stains on the path leading to the village entrance.
Thick black smoke shrouded most of the village, and the laughter of children in the past had long been replaced by the hunting sounds of burning flames.
Astride the armed freak's back.
Facing the tragic situation of the entire village, Zabu was also dumbfounded, and the resentment between his eyebrows fleetingly disappeared.
The memory was full of bloody massacre scenes, which could not help but be awakened in an instant.
"Dad, mom..."
I think of my elderly parents at home.
Ivanov could no longer keep calm, left the dazed Zabu behind, got up and rushed towards his home in the village.
Stumbling all the way towards home.
Along the way, the corpses of many villagers were clearly visible, most of them being strong men in the village.
They also held shotguns and knives in their hands.
Apparently he had fought hard before his death, but unfortunately he could not turn the tide.
With a speculative mood.
Ivanov finally arrived at the door of his house, only to find that the former simple but cozy wooden house had been reduced to ashes.
The bodies of his parents were disheveled and were placed in front of the door like garbage.
Judging from that appearance, it seemed that he had been subjected to inhuman abuse before he died.
"Why......"
Tears welled up in my eyes.
Ivanov stepped forward and hugged the bodies of his parents and cried loudly. The cold snow was covered with traces of solidified blood.
"Who...who did this and why did he do this!?"
I couldn't help but roar to the sky.
Ivanov's heart was pounding like a knife, and his body couldn't stop shaking crazily.
At this moment, he only had one idea in his mind: to find the enemies who had bloodbathed the village and cut them into pieces!
Bang~
A dull gunshot suddenly sounded in the deathly silent village.
He was startled violently.
The boy with tears on his face immediately frowned.
By hunting with Zabu in the wild all year round, Ivanov has long developed sensory abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.
Just this muffled sound.
He immediately determined that the sound was coming from the village square, and it was the unique firing sound of a standard firearm.
"Son of a bitch......"
Realize that the enemy has not left.
The young man in front of him suddenly stood up, raised a simple old-fashioned shotgun from behind, his eyes filled with angry tears, and ran towards the direction of the sound without hesitation.
Above the village square.
All the old, weak, women and children had already been gathered together.
Hundreds of night watchmen in silver uniforms surrounded these helpless villagers.
Wisps of light smoke came out of the black hole of the gun.
A blond man wearing a brocade coat held a short gun and slowly shook his head at the girl's body in the snow.
"Haha, it's true. Killing people with this kind of gunpowder firearm will be more satisfying..."
He raised his hand, pointed the muzzle of the gun at his nose, and sniffed greedily.
Turning to look at an old man in the crowd, the blond man said with a sick smile: "I'll give you another chance. If you don't want me to continue killing people, just tell the truth..."
There was a pause.
Squinting his eyes slightly, the blond man asked: "The man with red hair, where did he... go?!"
Clench your teeth hard.
The old man kneeling in the snow is the head of this remote village.
He glanced at the body of the girl who had been shot dead just now.
The old man in front of him had a forehead covered with veins, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Zabu left the village for hunting two days ago, and the people in the village don't know his whereabouts at all now."
"However, even if you know..."
He raised his head angrily and looked at the tall blond man fearlessly.
The old man in front of him shouted sternly: "With what you beasts have done to our village, never think that I will reveal any information to you!"
Hear the words.
Slowly drooping his eyelids.
The blond man couldn't help but suppress his smile, his expression was gloomy and he looked particularly dissatisfied.
