I Like This Dream!

The cellar door was locked from the inside, and the general and his adjutants piled everything that could mask the smell behind the door. A disgusting smell filled the entire cellar.

Jane sneezed, leaned against the door with a curse, and glanced gloomily at the villagers huddled together in the cellar. It's such a bad time. The originally foolproof last escort unexpectedly encountered the first snowfall, turning an ordinary trouble into an escape. Now there is nothing to do but wait. Jane hated leaving her fate to luck. However, she would rather choose this path with an 80% chance of everyone escaping than to escape 100% but with 100% chance of killing most of the hundreds of villagers and causing casualties among the soldiers.

No one can survive in the void, and the seeds of the border army come from surrounding villages. Not to mention the direct losses of hundreds of people, once word spreads among the surviving villagers that the general abandoned them, for whatever reason, the people on the border will easily lose trust in the border army. Jane is not a heroic figure who tells survivors to "shut up." It has nothing to do with unrealistic heroism, this is entirely a matter of personal principle. It's worth trying if the risk is less than 50%, not to mention that there is only a 20% chance of being discovered by a strange beast this time.

She didn't rely too much on it. She did have a precedent of using a large amount of repellent in a hidden environment to avoid attacks by alien beasts. As long as there were no accidents, even if they were discovered by a small number of alien beasts with a particularly sensitive sense of smell, she and her adjutant would be able to deal with the attracted alien beasts, with at best a hard fight and a few casualties.

If there are no accidents.

They heard a muffled rumble underground, a blizzard raging on the ground. The first snowfall is always so powerful. The alien beasts chase the snow unreasonably, and then hunt wildly in order to obtain enough energy. Where there are no humans, they kill each other. Where there are people, they seem to have signed some kind of treaty and begin to unite to attack humans. They hungrily search for people with powers, and greedily sweep away ordinary people. There will not be a corpse left in places that have experienced the beast tide, whether it is human or beast.

"Mom, is it thundering in the sky?" a child asked in a low voice.

Her mother ignored her, and the playmate next to her continued: "It's not thundering, it's snowing."

"Is the snow so heavy?" the child asked in surprise, "it turns out that it sounds like thumping under the ground."

"That's the wind!" The friend was not sure, but he didn't want to show his timidity. "I used to hide in a tree hole for the night, and the draft in the autumn made a whining sound!"

No one paid attention to their carefree childish words. The general suddenly stood up and approached the iron gate solemnly. The wind passed through the gaps and made howling ghosts and wolves, covering up all sounds from the outside world. Jane put her hand against the iron door and spit out flames.

The flames she controlled did not destroy the cellar door, only heat quickly spread across the iron. There was a beast's cry from outside, as if it had been burned.

The general and the adjutant looked at each other with equally ugly expressions. It had only been a quarter of an hour since they sealed off the cellar, and it had only been a short while since the snowstorm had started - you know, the first snow could be as short as a few hours, or as long as nearly a day and night. The hiding had just begun when something spotted them.

David pressed against the door, and a wall of water suddenly rose outside the door, which was one meter thick. He felt that two beasts the size of spotted dogs were blocked in the water wall and struggled violently. They writhed in vain like bugs in glue, and finally died of suffocation, pushed outward by the wall of water. Jane put her ear against the iron door, which had recovered its temperature, and heard the sound of biting and fighting coming from outside again.

Spotted dogs will bark like weird laughter when they are fighting for food, which is easy to identify. From the sounds of it, there were at least four or five more.

The wall of water rose up silently, and the scavengers ran away. I don't know whether they gave up on this hard nail or were still lingering nearby. The closed cellar door protected the people in the cellar, but also made the people inside blind.

"Damn ghoul." Jane cursed under her breath, "Damn dog nose."

They only got tens of minutes of peace, and then other strange beasts began to enter the water wall, intermittently, one or two, more and more. Sweat broke out on David's forehead and rolled down his cheeks. Jane pressed his shoulder and asked briefly: "Distance, location, quantity?"

"Two to three meters, straight ahead," David frowned, "More than ten, ranging in size from flying squirrels to brown bears."

Jane nodded and changed positions with the adjutant. The wall of water outside the door suddenly dispersed, and just as the gathered beasts tentatively moved forward, a ball of flame appeared out of thin air and pounced on them ferociously. The miserable howls of various animals suddenly sounded outside, and the smell of burnt fur penetrated into the cellar through the vents.

The flames repeled the crowded peepers, but did not take advantage of the victory. Therefore, the survivors seemed to be swatted away by mosquitoes and flies, and soon they would return to their old ways. Jane didn't know how many times she had used her powers. David sniffed, jumped up from the ground, grabbed the general and told her not to continue. Water surged outside the door, and a large wave extinguished the flames on the body. The floor and walls, which had begun to burn black and smoke, were finally not ignited.

The entrance to the cellar is not a vertical wellhead, but more like a basement. The door is in a room. When you walk into the door, there is a platform more than one meter wide. There are steps leading to the underground cellar, which is quite large. This structure made it easier for the villagers to hide in as quickly as possible, but the door was not a manhole cover type. The entrance was indoors above ground. Although it could be sheltered, it caused a drawback that they discovered only after they came down: wooden buildings are very easy to ignite. Once the entrance collapses, , a cellar surrounded by stone slabs and a few meters deep underground will become a boxed meat with the lid opened. Jane can only use up to five points of ten points of power, and she must always be careful not to destroy the wall.

Fortunately, the strange beasts were attacking the door, and the cellar vent was right on the door, so the smell of the confined space could only escape through that. However, the vents were almost covered by the vanilla capsules left by everyone, which should have been enough to cover up the auras of the two superpowers. David simply tore open all the vanilla sacs and spread the contents wherever there was air leakage. Jane glanced at him and swore: "When I go back, those guys selling fake goods will suffer."

David stopped suddenly.

He was holding an opened vanilla bag in his hand, and his face, which was slightly pale due to the consumption of superpowers, lost all color in an instant and was so pale that it turned blue. In addition to the dried plants, there was something that should never be inside, a dark brown branch. Ordinary people might mistake it for uncooked vanilla, but David, the attentive lieutenant and Eve's agent, would never mistake it.

He handed it over to the bribed priest, and asked the other party to put the bait for the alien beasts into the bodies of the gods' favored persons or ascetic monks. Somehow, it appeared in his own people's vanilla bags.

"What's wrong?" Jane looked at David's expression and asked blankly.

She didn't hear the explanation. The dense knocking sound from the iron gate temporarily overwhelmed the howling of the wind, like rain falling on banana trees. However, it was not gentle raindrops that could make such a sound from the iron gate. In an instant, dense dents appeared on the door. Jian cursed under his breath and repeated his old trick, sweeping the open space in front of the door with flames, but nothing was touched. The attacker was several meters away, and before the general had time to make adjustments, the second wave of attacks had arrived.

The entire entrance was shaken.

The general and the adjutant were once glad that the alien beast had no brains and did not attack the entire room, but they were happy too soon. If someone stood outside, they would be able to see clearly what was happening: far beyond the imagination of those hiding in the cellar, the entire ground near the entrance to the cellar had been covered by strange beasts.

These various types of animals are eerily quiet, turning a blind eye to the food and natural enemies around them. The sound of the wind and snow is enough to cover up their gasps and the sounds of saliva dripping. White snow has covered the ground, dark clouds cover the sky, and a herd of exotic animals surrounds the entrance of the cellar, from the roof to the wall, like a colony of ants surrounding a sugar ball. Perhaps taking out the bait was the last straw, or perhaps their testing was over. At this moment, they started moving together.

The roof was scraped, the walls were smashed, and the strange power or talent of the alien beast was poured out on the isolated house. The wooden building was like a toy house made of toothpicks. It made a harsh creaking sound and was on the verge of falling apart in a short time. There were screams of terror in the cellar, and they saw the ominous blizzard pouring in through the gaps. Then, smoke and dust rose and the entrance collapsed.

The hungry herds rushed towards the ruins. They dug or dug into the ground to break open the wood, trying to be the first lucky one to eat. A fire dragon rises from the ground, sending the fallen planks flying away along with the impatient predators. Jane retreated in time before the entrance collapsed, and rushed forward in time before the beasts rushed in. Blossoming red lotuses bloomed on the snow, and the heat wave dispersed the dense herd of beasts.

Thebans' general made up for the door. Her chest heaved violently, and no fish that slipped through the net could escape her.

However, there is no longer any cover between them and the alien beasts.

Soldiers without special powers could only hold onto their weapons below. They were already good hands among ordinary people, but they couldn't help in this situation. If they went out rashly, they would be easily surrounded and killed. Alien beasts rushed over in a steady stream. The general and his adjutant blocked the entrance of the cellar, using their strength to block the alien beasts from all directions.

Tragic? Maybe, but for those who are panicking for survival in the cellar, what matters is the result, life or death.

There was a buzzing sound of prayer in the cellar. This group of mortals were powerless to deal with the current situation and could only hope in God's mercy. Even the children were infected by the tense atmosphere and remained silent without daring to speak. The little girl who had been surprised by the sound of falling snow raised her head, happily grabbed her friend's arm and said, "Is it daylight yet?"

Several people raised their heads, despair appearing on their faces.

It wasn't dark in the first place, but the cellar was too dark. Now there is a crack on the top, revealing a ray of light, isn't it bright?

The sharp-clawed gopher, who is good at digging the ground, scratched the stone slab on the roof of the cellar. After the first lucky man succeeded, his companions came to help one by one. Earth and rocks fell from overhead, and the people in the cellar began to cry and commotion, as if they could escape the fate of being eaten by avoiding the falling earth and rocks. The little girl was picked up by her mother. Her little friend didn't stand up for a moment and disappeared into the crowd in an instant. The girl screamed, her delicate voice drowned in the apocalyptic noise.

A hole opened in the safe black sky, the sky was getting brighter and brighter, and the smell of wind, snow and wild beasts had already poured in. The closest beast was about to pounce, Jane shouted loudly, and the flames passed over the hollow like a sail, but she was distracted and an ice arrow penetrated her shoulder. She staggered and stood up with her sword in hand. In the blink of an eye, the place that had been cleared by the fire sail was filled by the beasts again.

Lost like this? Jian thought with tears in his eyes.

Dying? The villagers thought as they looked up at the strange beast they had seen the most in their lives.

because I? David thought desperately, with a hint of confusion.

The shadow of something fell over them, not a bird, but the shadow of a man.

Accompanied by the slight crackle of thunder and lightning, several strange beasts jumped up as if they were electrocuted, giving up the meat around their mouths and running wildly. A girl's voice rang out in the wind and snow, and she said cheerfully: "Why can't I find it anywhere? It's all here!"