MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 52

The cellar door was locked from the inside, and the general and adjutants piled all the things that could cover up the smell behind the door, and the entire cellar was filled with a disgusting smell.

Jane sneezed, leaned against the door cursing, and glanced sullenly at the huddled villagers in the cellar. It's just a bad time, when the last escort, which was supposed to be safe, unexpectedly met the first snow, turning an ordinary trouble into an escape, and now there is nothing to do but wait. Jane hates to leave her fate to luck, but she would rather choose this path that has an 80% chance of getting everyone out of trouble than 100% getting out but killing half of the hundreds of villagers and bringing casualties to the soldiers.

No one can survive in the void, the seeds of the frontier army come from the surrounding villages. Not to mention the direct loss of hundreds of people, once the surviving villagers spread the word that the general had left them, for whatever reason, people on the frontier could easily lose their trust in the frontier army. Jane isn't the sort of roguelike 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 a try if the risk is less than 50%, not to mention that this time there is only a 20% chance of being discovered by a strange beast.

She didn't take it too seriously, and there was indeed a precedent for using a large amount of repellent in a hidden environment to avoid the attack of alien beasts. As long as there are no accidents, even if they are discovered by a small number of strange beasts with a particularly sensitive sense of smell, she and the adjutant are enough to deal with the attracted strange beasts. At best, there will be a hard fight and a few casualties.

If nothing unexpected.

They heard a muffled rumbling sound underground, and it was a blizzard raging on the ground. The first snow is always so powerful, the beasts chase the wind and snow unreasonably, and then hunt wildly in order to obtain enough energy. Where there is no human habitation, they kill each other, and where there are people, they seem to have signed some kind of treaty, and start to unite to attack humans. They hungrily searched for supernatural beings, greedily wiped away ordinary people, and there would not be a single corpse left behind in places that experienced beast tides, no matter if it was human or beast.

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

Her mother ignored her, and the playmate next to her continued: "There is no thunder, it is snowing."

"Is the snow so heavy?" the child asked in amazement, "So it sounds like a thud when it's underground."

"That's the wind!" The little 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 autumn is just howling!"

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

The flames she controlled didn't destroy the cellar door, only the heat spread quickly on the iron sheet. There was a wail of a beast from outside, as if it had been scalded.

The general and the adjutant looked at each other with equally ugly faces. It was only a quarter of an hour after they sealed off the cellar, and it was only a short while before the snowstorm started—you must know that the first snow was as short as a few hours, and as long as it was a day and a night. The hiding had just begun when something spotted them.

David stuck to the door, and a wall of water suddenly rose outside the door, which was a meter thick. He felt two beasts the size of Dalmatians trapped in the water wall, struggling violently. They writhed futilely like worms in glue, and finally died of suffocation, pushed outside by the wall of water. Jane pressed her ear to the iron door, which had recovered in temperature, and heard the sound of biting and scrambling outside again.

Dalmatians will bark like a funny laugh when grabbing food, which is easy to identify. From the sound, there are at least four or five more.

The wall of water swelled up silently, and it was empty. The scavengers ran away, not knowing whether they had given up on this hard nail or were still lingering nearby. The cellar door was closed, protecting the people in the cellar and blinding the people inside.

"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 dripped from 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 from flying squirrels to brown bears."

Jane nodded, and changed positions with the adjutant. The wall of water outside the door suddenly dispersed, and the gathered wild beasts just moved forward tentatively, when a ball of flames burst out out of thin air and rushed towards them fiercely. All kinds of animal howls suddenly sounded outside, and the smell of scorched fur penetrated into the cellar through the vent.

The flames repelled the crowded peepers, but did not take advantage of the victory to pursue them, so the survivors were like mosquitoes that were daring to be swung away, and it didn't take long for them to revert to their old ways. Jane didn't know how many times she used the power, David sniffled, jumped up from the ground, grabbed the general and told her not to continue. Water waves surged outside the door, and a big wave extinguished the flames on the body, and the floor and walls that had begun to blacken 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, and there is a platform more than one meter wide in the door. There are steps leading to the underground cellar with a large area. This structure facilitates the villagers to hide in as soon as possible, but the door is not a manhole cover type, and the entrance is on the ground indoors. Although it can be sheltered, it has caused a disadvantage that they only discovered after they came down: the wooden building is very easy to ignite, once the entrance collapses , a cellar surrounded by stone slabs and a few meters deep underground will become boxed meat with the lid opened. Jane's ten strength can be used up to five points, and she must always be careful not to destroy the city wall.

Fortunately, the strange beasts were attacking the door, and the cellar vent was right on the door, and the smell of the confined space only escaped through there. However, the vents were almost covered by the vanilla sacs left by everyone, which should have been enough to cover up the aura of the two supernatural beings. David simply tore open the vanilla sacs one by one, and sprinkled the contents into any place that could leak. Jane glanced at him and swore: "When I go back, those guys who sell fake goods will suffer."

David stopped abruptly.

He was holding an open vanilla sac in his hand, and his pale face lost all color in an instant due to the consumption of abilities, and was so pale that it was almost blue. In addition to the dried plants, there was also something that should never be in there, a dark brown branch. Ordinary people might mistake it for unroasted herbs, but David, the careful adjutant and Eve's agent, would never admit it wrong.

The alien animal bait he gave to the bribed priest to put on the body of the god-favored or ascetic monk somehow appeared in his own herb pouch.

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

She didn't hear an explanation, and the dense sound of the iron gate temporarily overwhelmed the howling of the wind, like rain falling on plantains, but it was definitely not gentle raindrops that could make the iron gate make such a sound. In an instant, dense depressions appeared on the door. Jane cursed and repeated the 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 attack had arrived.

The entire entrance was shaken.

The general and the adjutant were once thankful that the strange beast had no brains and would not attack the whole house, but they were too happy. If someone stood outside, they would be able to see clearly what happened: far beyond the imagination of the hiders in the cellar, the entire ground near the cellar entrance had been covered by strange beasts.

These various kinds of animals are eerily quiet, turning a blind eye to the food and natural enemies around them, and the sound of wind and snow can cover their wheezing and dripping saliva. White snow had already covered the ground, dark clouds enveloped the sky, and a herd of beasts surrounded the entrance of the cellar, from the roof to the wall, like an ant colony surrounding a sugar ball. Perhaps taking out the bait became the last straw, or perhaps it was just that their temptation was over, and at this moment, they moved together.

Roofs were planed, walls were smashed, and the power or talent of alien beasts poured out on the helpless houses. The wooden building, like a toy house made of toothpicks, made a harsh creaking sound, and it didn't take long for it to fall apart. There was a terrified cry from the cellar, and they saw the ominous wind and snow pouring in through the gap. Then, the smoke billowed and the entrance collapsed.

The hungry herds rushed towards the ruins, and they bumped or planed to break the wood, trying to be the first lucky one to eat. A fire dragon rises from the ground, sending the falling planks flying with the impatient predators. Jane backed away in time before the entrance collapsed, and rushed forward in time before the herd of beasts rushed in. Blossoming red lotuses bloomed on the snow, and the heat wave scattered the dense herd of beasts.

Tibes's general filled the door, her chest was heaving violently, and no fish that slipped through the net could run past her.

However, there is no cover between them and the strange beast.

Soldiers without supernatural powers could only hold their weapons tightly below. They were already good hands among ordinary people, but they couldn't help them in this situation. If they went out rashly, they could only be easily besieged to death. The strange beasts rushed over continuously, the general and the adjutant blocked the entrance of the cellar, blocking the strange beasts in all directions with the strength of the two of them.

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

There was a buzzing sound of prayers in the cellar. These mortals were powerless to deal with the status quo and could only hope for the mercy of God. Even the children were affected by the tense atmosphere, and they were silent and dared not speak. The little girl who was surprised by the sound of falling snow raised her head, happily grabbed her friend's arm, and said, "Is it dawn?"

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

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

The clawed gopher, who is good at digging, scratched the stone slabs on the cellar roof. After the first lucky one succeeded, his companions came to help one by one. The earth and rocks fell from the top of the head one after another, and the people in the cellar cried and rioted, as if avoiding the falling earth and rocks could escape the fate of being eaten next. The little girl was picked up by her mother, but her little friend didn't stand up for a moment, and disappeared into the crowd in an instant. The girl let out a shriek, her thin voice drowned out by the apocalyptic cacophony.

A hole was opened in the safe black sky, the sky was getting brighter, and the stench of wind, snow and beasts had poured in. The closest beast bowed and wanted to pounce, Jane let out a loud shout, and the flames swept across the hole like a sail, but she was distracted and let an ice arrow penetrate her shoulder. She staggered and stood up leaning on her sword. The place emptied by the fire sails was filled by beasts in the blink of an eye.

Just lost? Jane thought about it.

Are you going to die? The villagers thought looking up at the strange beast they had seen the most in their life.

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

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

Accompanied by the slight crackling sound of thunder and lightning, several strange beasts jumped up as if electrocuted, gave up the meat around their mouths and ran wildly. A young girl's voice sounded in the wind and snow, and she said cheerfully, "I said I couldn't find it anywhere, but it's all here!"