the only savior

Chapter 429 Aaron Griffin

"He's dead! Quick, attack it!"

With a growl, Cando pulled the trigger first.

"what!!!"

The crowd also roared, as if they wanted to release the emotions suppressed in their hearts just now along with the bullets.

The bullet passed through the monster's wound and entered its body, the ammunition poured out as if it was free, and the flame from the muzzle seemed to light up the night.

Finally, with an unwilling cry, the huge worm could no longer support its body and fell to the ground.

"Huhuhu~"

Everyone began to breathe heavily at this moment, seeing the mess on the field, their hearts were extremely complicated.

John treated the wound with a bandage, but fortunately, the monster did not hurt his main artery, which saved his life.

"Everyone, check the ammunition, rescue the wounded, let's go to the tree!"

He issued the latest order, which made some people very puzzled.

"Commander, it's so dangerous here, why don't we leave?"

John shook his head and said:
"No, if we leave this light source and encounter those monsters again in the dark night, I'm afraid we won't be able to die even if we have nine lives. And the trees here can't be burned for fire. The best way now is to hide in the up the tree, waiting for the day to come..."

John's statement made everyone nod, and everyone immediately got busy.

Watching them start to build the suspended tent, John propped himself up and sat up. His wound has been bandaged and the bleeding has stopped, and his life is temporarily out of danger.

However, in order not to cause other possible fatal symptoms, he must return to the camp as soon as possible and do a good job of safe and hygienic disinfection.

Touching the monster's bite on his thigh, John only felt a strange numbness, and there seemed to be a small lump inside, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, the physical discomfort is only temporary, but the pain in his heart is permanent. Looking at the explosion not far away, John couldn't help but sigh slightly:
"Charles, don't worry, I will definitely take care of Kashan for you..."

……

No one else knows what happened to the sea lion team. Compared to the fact that they were forced to fight the monsters, some people actively wanted to find and kill these guys.

The United States, Texas, the small town of Morganstoke.

This is a peaceful town. Like most villages in the United States, the population here is not large, and every household is familiar with it. There are very few outsiders traveling here on weekdays.

Some public facilities in the town are lacking, there is only one school, one hospital, one park, one church, and four banks...

Here, even everyone's favorite food, Grandpa Ken and Uncle Mai, are not available.

Even if you're passing by and want to fill up your car with a tank of gas, you might have to wait until the first of every week.

Because the owner of the only gas store here, only then will he set off to replenish gasoline.

Although the small town of Morganstoke is simple, it is very peaceful and comfortable. The people here seem to be isolated from the world, forgetting their worries and quietly enjoying a leisurely and comfortable life.

In the past two days, the people in the town were smiling even more, and there were many more people in the usually deserted streets.

Discount signs were pasted in front of every store, and decorations were hung on the houses of the residents, looking like a festival.

But they are indeed celebrating the festival, or preparing for the festival.

Tomorrow, October 10nd, is a special festival in the small town of Morganstoke - the Milk Festival.

The Milk Festival originated 50 years ago.

Because the town is rich in a lot of milk, the result is that it cannot be drunk every time, resulting in waste.

Therefore, the residents at that time gathered the excess milk, and then celebrated and splashed it together. As a result, over time, the present festival came into being.

Of course, festivals like this are not exclusive to the small town of Morgenstock.

There are many places like this in rural America, because too much milk is wasted, so everyone gathers and has a carnival.

It's just that depending on the place, the time of the so-called festival in each town is different, and the name is also different.

Milk festival is a holiday that is enjoyed by many adults and children alike.

When the festival is approaching, they will prepare a lot of oversized pots and tanks, and then put them on the street or in front of their own houses.

On the day of the festival, they fill up the pots they prepared, and the bigger the pots, the more face they have in the neighbors.

At that time, not only humans, but also many animals will join in this carnival.

They like the milk in the pot. If there are many animals in front of the pot, it will undoubtedly become the envy of people in the next period of time.

Many people living in big cities in the United States have never participated in this kind of festival, and they have never even heard of it. They are also very surprised and interesting about this custom.

Aaron Griffin is such a person.

He is walking on this vibrant street at the moment, the morning sunshine makes him feel very comfortable, and the curious eyes from the surrounding residents from time to time also make him quite benefit.

Aaron knew why everyone thought of himself that way.

Because he has white hair and is wearing a retro windbreaker jacket. Although he doesn't have any muscles, he is still tall and looks quite handsome.

Of course, this is all his own idea.

In the eyes of others, this is a middle-aged and two-year-old youth with strange clothes and a thin appearance.

Aaron is an ordinary person born in Button City. Three years ago, his only relative, Grandfather Baal, left him forever, and he began to live a life alone.

Aaron had a dream since he was a child, he wanted to be a witcher!

This dream seems ridiculous to others, even his parents who left him a long time ago scoffed at him, only his grandfather has always supported him behind his back.

And the reason for saying this is because Aaron's grandfather also firmly believed in this way.

He even took out a pocket watch in a serious manner, saying that it was a piece of evidence handed down by the family...

When he was very young, his grandfather began to tell him some stories about the witcher.

Like sun banshees, forest ogres, clock ghosts, cursed witches and the like.

All the anecdotes made Aaron deeply involved and longing for it.

I wish I could become the protagonist in the story and conquer those dark and evil creatures one by one.

These are also things that his grandfather, who was a little in middle school, always wanted to do.

It's just that my grandfather is too old to put his ideas into action, so he can only leave with regret.

After his grandfather left, Aaron was left alone. He relied on a deposit left by his parents, lived off the interest on it, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to his demon hunting plan.

It's just a pity that the long-term preparation didn't pay off for him.

After searching for a long time, he still didn't find any reliable clues.

Even if there were similar rumors, he didn't find out until he went to confirm them. It turned out that these were just rumors and deceitful stories.

But today, Aaron felt that he should gain something.

Because the recent rumors of monster incidents have shown that there may really be some extraordinary creatures in this world.

He didn't find it before, and it was just bad luck.

Now, according to a report in a corner of a newspaper, he learned that in the small town of Morganstock, Texas, someone encountered some strange things...

PS: Thanks for the reward of 100 coins from the birch tree in the south!
(End of this chapter)