The ginkgo leaves rustled in the night wind, as if telling the passage of time, and as if listening to Alexander's story.
Twenty years is enough to change a lot of things.
Twenty years ago, Alexander was still a high-spirited teenager. He shouldered the hope of the entire werewolf clan. In order to protect his clan and the sacred objects, he resolutely embarked on a journey and fought a desperate battle with the evil forces.
Twenty years later, he woke up again, but found that he had changed a lot.
He lost his father, his lover, his clan, and even his body became weak due to injuries.
If it weren't for Aideen's careful care, he might have left this world long ago.
"Aideen, you have worked hard all these years..." Alexander held Aideen's hand, his eyes full of gratitude and guilt. He knew how much Aideen paid to save him.
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid." Aideen smiled kindly, his eyes full of relief, "Your ability to wake up safely is the greatest reward for me."
"But... where are my people? Where are they now?" Alexander looked around, but did not find any trace of werewolves. He could not help but have an ominous premonition in his heart.
Aideen was silent, his face became a little ugly, and he seemed unwilling to mention this painful memory.
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"Tell me! Aideen, what happened?" Alexander asked eagerly. He had a premonition that his people must have encountered something unexpected.
Aideen sighed, he looked at Alexander, his eyes full of sadness and helplessness, and slowly said: "Child, during the time you were unconscious, the Demon Hunting Church launched a crazy hunt against our werewolf tribe..."
It turned out that after Alexander fell into a coma, the Demon Hunting Church took the opportunity to launch a large-scale encirclement and suppression of the werewolf tribe. They used all kinds of despicable means to spread rumors, slandering werewolves as the embodiment of evil and the enemy of mankind, inciting ignorant people to carry out crazy massacres of werewolves.
Countless werewolves were killed without any preparation. Their homes were destroyed, their relatives were killed, and they were forced to flee everywhere and live a dark life.
Aideen tried his best to protect the surviving tribesmen, but his strength was limited after all, and he was seriously injured and could not exert his full strength.
In the end, he could only watch, one tribesman after another, fall under the butcher knife of the Demon Hunting Church...
"No! This is impossible!" Alexander hugged his head in pain. He didn't want to believe Aideen's words. He didn't want to believe that his people had suffered such a cruel fate.
"Child, calm down!" Aideen quickly supported Alexander and comforted him, "Now is not the time to be sad, we must cheer up and avenge those dead people!"
"Revenge! I want revenge!" Alexander's eyes were burning with rage. He clenched his fists, his nails pierced deeply into the flesh, and blood dripped from his fingers to the ground.
"Child, I know you are angry, but you must remember that revenge is not the goal, but to protect." Aideen looked at Alexander and said earnestly, "Our werewolf tribe has guarded this forest for generations and protected the balance between man and nature. Now, what the Demon Hunting Church has done has seriously destroyed this balance. If they are allowed to continue like this, the consequences will be disastrous!"
"Teacher, I understand what you mean." Alexander took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, "I will not be blinded by hatred. I will lead the surviving people to rebuild their homes and protect this forest. I will never let my father and people die in vain!"