"Boom", a bunch of green fireworks bloomed in the night sky, followed by the second and third bunches, and the gradually darkening sky turned into a sea of fireworks. The last rays of sunset in the sky hadn't completely set, and the people of the town couldn't contain their excitement. The staggered light flickered on the roof of a cottage in the old town, and Al watched the revelry of the rich in the main part of the town.

Today is the town's important festival, the "Fire Worship Festival", a festival established in honor of the town's hero, Panson. More than ten years ago, the "iron-blooded captain" of the Green Valley Defense War relied on the strength of one person to change the flow of magma from the volcanic eruption in the forest outside the town, saving the lives of thousands of people in the town, but finally collapsed at the foot of the volcano due to physical exhaustion. In honor of this great hero, the town designated the first day of spring as "Fire Day" and prayed that the hero's soul would continue to defend the land.

"Al, come down to work, what's the good thing about breaking fireworks?" a rough voice came from the hut at Al's feet.

"Oh, here we are! Uncle Paul. Al retracted his thoughts and leaped off the roof with ease.

In front of Al, a bearded, smoking uncle was the same man who saved him from the expulsion of people more than ten years ago, when he was a capable soldier, and now he is a completely sloppy foot-picking man, who retired and took Al to a corner of the town to make a living by striking iron.

The exuberant fire made a "whirring" sound under the action of the bellows, reflecting on the man's bronzed skin, and the sweat that occasionally slipped down the strong muscles fell into the slag and turned into a puff of white smoke.

"We are no better than those officials and gentlemen, and the poor are just that kind of festival. Paul's hammer thrashed rhythmically against the red-hot iron.

Al knew that Uncle Paul had said this on purpose for fear that he would recall his painful experience, and that they had never celebrated the holiday since they had lived together.

"How does my left hand feel today, whether the armband is useless or not, I bought it from the "vampires" in the church for a lot of money, if it doesn't work, I will definitely not spare the old man who pretends to be a ghost all day. ”

"Oops, uncle. Al looked helpless, he shook his left arm, and a metal arm ring with an inscription glowed with metal in the light of the fire. "I know it's expensive, but you don't have to ask it three times a day, especially since I've only been wearing it for two days. ”

"It doesn't matter if it's expensive or not, it's deducted from your salary anyway, hehe. Paul smiled and wiped his sweat, "The key is to have an effect, in order to prevent your left hand from mutating again, I don't want to cheapen those old guys." ”

"Uncle, you're a vampire!" Al glanced at Paul with disdain like a deflated ball, and picked up the hammer on the ground with a bitter face.

"Hahaha," Uncle Paul couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The flames in the forge burned even brighter, and the warm yellow light reflected the beating shadows of two people on the ground. The sound of "ding-ding" striking iron is intertwined with the sound of fireworks bursting in the sky.

In the center of the town, the confused people and the officers and soldiers guarding were immersed in a joyous atmosphere, but no one noticed that in the green valley forest not far away, a pair of bloodthirsty pupils glowed in the dark night, and they were smiling, like a hungry giant snake winding in the direction of the town.

Sharp claws slashed across a soldier's smooth chest, a steaming red slowly flowed out, the undulating chest calmed down little by little, and behind the dark shadow, there were already seven or eight soldiers' corpses lying crookedly to the ground, with no sign of life. The werewolf took a breath of blood-soaked air, his barbed tongue licking the warm blood between his fingers, his red pupils glinting with excitement.

"Whew", a low wolf howl came from the city wall, which was clearly captured by the ears in the dense forest outside the city wall, and the front one bore the brunt of the leap and climbed towards the city, with huge claws stepping on the craggy stone bricks outside the city wall, and the rest of the black shadows immediately surged over like a tide, and the hunting time began.

The stalkers were muffled by the sound of singing and dancing and fireworks, and the writhing people didn't know that death had crept down on them.

"Today is our town's annual 'Fire Worship Festival', so that the great mountain god does not vent his anger on the town, so we..."

Suddenly, the mayor's voice stopped abruptly, and his fat body fell to the ground, his fingers trembling and pointing forward, and the manuscript in his hand was scattered among the questioning crowd, like a flock of startled moths.

"Orc! It's the orc, run!" I don't know who shouted, the crowd instantly stirred, the cries of children, the screams of women, and the shouts and curses of panic were chaotic, and the crowd that was still immersed in joy just now seemed to be sent into the underworld full of evil spirits in an instant.

At the top of the city, dozens of tall werewolves looked down on the humble reptiles, the night wind blowing through their gray manes, their strong muscles and sharp wolf teeth contained explosive power, and one of the slightly shorter silver werewolves stood out in the torch fire at the head of the city. They didn't rush into the crowd to fill their hungry bellies, but dozens of pairs of green eyes seemed to be searching for something.

"Captain Worf, do you want to do it?" asked a one-eyed werewolf.

"Wait, Green. The silver werewolf muttered, and the wolf's claws stretched out a little, shining with a cold light in the bright moonlight.

At the other end of the town, three iron doors of a black building suddenly opened, and many soldiers in armor with spears in their hands poured out, they clearly noticed the situation here, and hurried here, hundreds of pairs of iron boots fell to the ground rhythmically, making a sonorous and powerful sound.

The black building is the "Iron Curtain", the headquarters of the Midoriya Defense War, and in a huge pitch-black room at the top of the Iron Curtain, a man in military uniform crosses his arms in front of his chest and watches everything that happens in the town expressionlessly, even his face cannot be reflected on the glass of the window, and the black cloak melts into the thick black of the room.

The rioting crowd was clearly much calmer than before when they saw the arrival of the heavily armed Imperial army. Some of them hid in their own houses, shuddering with their doors and windows closed, some of them running through the streets crying and screaming far from their homes, and some of them were timid looking for places to crawl around. The panicked crowd dispersed, and the streets that had been celebrating a few minutes ago were now in disarray, with only the sound of unburned fireworks blaring like a halftime show at the Colosseum, and the most bloody battle would be over after the show.

By the time the crowd had almost dispersed, the bands of soldiers were closing on the walls. The silver werewolf leaped up from the wall, "Up!" The cold voice was like a marching horn, and dozens of werewolves were like bows and arrows ready to shoot at the soldiers of the Empire, and Shura from hell rushed towards their enemies with slaughter.

The werewolves did not harm innocent civilians, but only poured out their anger on the soldiers, their claws tore through their steel armor, a lump of flesh and blood flew sideways, the severed arms and stumps were ruthlessly ripped off, the lives of the soldiers melted like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and some were taken away before they even had time to cry out before death, and the scythe of death danced wildly in the night.