Time to Silent Night

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Mark did his best. Although in his case, he could only find a spare weapon, stock up on a bag of provisions in case of emergency. And rest to be ready. He wanted to help the village, but if they died, there would be no one to help, and as he did not want to leave them, his affection had not yet developed to the level of life and death.

Mark are you ready? Sen asked him. She started banging on his door early in the morning, bombarding him with questions about how he could sleep. Without noticing it, Mark quickly adapted.

"Nowhere better," he said with a smile, behind which was hidden a shadow of excitement mixed with fear. He, like any living being, had an instinctive fear of death.

– You should have seen the world chat. He's going crazy now. If I had not trained so much, I would be the same. And you know Mark, I wanted to say...

At that moment, everyone felt suppressed. The sound at that moment seemed to cease to exist. If you had never been in space you would not understand this.

The very fact of the existence of the environment of everything was as if cut off.

On the faces of everyone you can see the tension from the fact that this is unusual, and not pleasant.

The next thing that became more noticeable was how the day became night, and darkness fell on the village.

Anna herself stepped forward waving a torch in front of everyone, bringing everyone out of their momentary shock. Seeing Anna's action, the rest dispersed around the village, lighting torches.

Anna waited until everything was finished. As soon as the last she-wolf returned to the group. Anna lowered the torch to the ground. Previously, there were specially created paths of oil. Now part of the village was bordered by strips of burning oil.

This was the part that everyone agreed to leave earlier, since it was directed towards the capital, and this road was the safest.

Having done this, she raised her hands to the sky, and put Milana on her shoulders, after three blows, she smiled softly, after turning around she went to the wall opposite the forest. Everyone followed her.

It was at this moment, without saying a word, everyone was charged with the energy of the head. Her confidence, and the way she walked, gave the others incomparable confidence.

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The following flashed before Mark's eyes at that moment.

[The time for "Silent Night" has come. Run, run, fight.

It will be up to you to decide what you will be left with, or what will be left of you.

The cowards will survive, but the strong will fall.

But the survivors will move on.

In honor of your courage, a killing contest will be opened.

The first hundred will be awarded with gifts.

Let Silent Night begin. ]

All this was written in red letters from which blood flowed. This gave a special feeling of wildness. And Mark was getting more and more frowning.

"History seems more and more alien to me"

He recently began to notice how history has minor deviations. The first thing I noticed was that the history of the fall of the Earth was written, but none of the worlds should have known about it.

The next thing he encountered was his direction of the seal master.

According to his idea, they were the inventors of their images. But in addition, an alternative safer way of functioning was created. This is verbal writing. Sealmasters could use a verbal technique to intervene in the world by borrowing the image of words from sealmasters that had reached rank 9. The real downside is that no sealmaster will unleash its full power unless it was the creator of the word system.

It looked very interesting. The magician of seals had to create an image in his head and use his hand as a writing board, and by controlling the manno he had to shoot the words from his palm, surrounding them with manna to protect them from damage.

All this has already begun to interfere with Mark. Lead his plans began to take shape on the basis of his knowledge, which was now becoming cheaper and cheaper.

Thinking about this, Mark ended up on the wall.

His thoughts returned to normal as Seno slapped him on the back of the head with a smile of purpose accomplished.

"You wait for the next hunt"

Mark grumbled mentally, not knowing what else to do.

Before his face was only darkness, and silence. It was very stressful. Because, unlike the monsters, he was as blind as a newborn at night. And it made him tremble more and more. Since the expectation of the unknown, more and more began to disturb everyone.

Seeing this, Milana picked up the torch and threw it at a distance of ten meters.

Having fallen, he set fire to the oil, starting to show the circles bred by the wolves.

This sobered up the frightened wolves and she-wolves.

The first people they saw were the wolves. They were still young, but they were the first to rush into battle.

As soon as everyone approached the rings, many spears were launched into them.

Thus, the first barricade was created, since the accuracy of the copies was very high.

That created a difficult passable area through which the young wolf cubs had to break through. Due to the fact that the spears are sharpened on both sides, and it would be fatal for them to jump over.

Their savagery pushed them all to extremes. The first wolf cub that crossed the area of spears touching the burning oil instantly became a local torch.

His silent howl was forgotten after the next tanned wolf cub.

Watching the young grow near the first layer of the fence, Mark noticed how the first unsuccessful wave of monsters was transformed.

Behind them appeared adult rabbits. Looking at them now, Mark could see the difference, their eyes were completely red, and bloody tears were coming out of them.

This was observed in everyone creating a scene of complete pain.