Chapter 473 No Wolfie to save the Princess
Victor slowly stood up to his feet.
His eyes scanned all around him.
About two hundred meters in the distance, he could see Lenny waving at him with a smile and Moses kneeling on the ground.
It was only now that the realization of where he stood hit him in the head.
After all, this was the wasteland.
Standing on its sandy soil was an insult to the creature's lying underneath, except, of course, one could display a quality of strength that could subdue its inhabitants.
However, Victor was not such a person.
He was 15 but had not even wolfed out, when most people his age accomplished this when they were about ten.
In fact, all Werewolf cubs wolfed out before turning fifteen.
There were even those who doubted that he was the child of an Alpha.
If not for his quality bloodline, which was evident for all to see, the elders might have believed this statement and thrown him out of the city.
However, such was his predicament.
Victor looked around him. "How dare you, Lenny Tales!" He screamed in anger.
However, the ground underneath his feet suddenly moved a bit, prompting him to shut up.
It was like the gentle sway of water.
However, this gentle sway was all the evidence he needed to know that whatever lay underneath was not a force he should mess with.
Victor suddenly remembered his mother's words: "If you ever find yourself in the wastelands, do not move and stay still where you are. Most of the mutated beasts there are blind as a result of their adaptation to the current conditions of their environment. However, their sensitivity to vibrations is incredible."
Therefore, he did not move one bit.
Even though the gentle sway looked as if the creature underneath was going to erupt at any time, he did not move a muscle.
He even reduced his breathing in order to reduce the vibrations that the body would naturally give.
Lenny saw this and shook his head. "Now that's no fun! Let's get you excited a bit."
He waved his hands, and knives appeared in between his fingers.
He threw the first one, and it landed in a stab for the earth, right at Victor's feet.
Victor yelped a little at this.
However, he immediately placed a hand over his mouth.
Screaming was not going to help his case.
He was just going to announce himself as prey that was ripe for the taking.
However, Lenny was also interested in seeing what would happen next.
He threw yet another knife.
Naturally, the sand swayed even more.
This made Victor swallow hard, his heart palpating with fear.
He had heard stories of the wastelands.
There was not one of them that involved people walking on these sands that ever ended up well.
This was the reason why pirates used mutated beasts to pull their ships.
Touching this earth was mostly unbearable, and those who were smart knew this and stayed away from it.
There were also stories told to him by people on Bitter Street, back when he was still on good terms with them.
They told of those who had gotten tired of the scraps and decided to go into the wastelands to hunt mutated animals for food.
At the end of the day, roles were mostly switched.
With the mutated beasts eating everything that those poor, unlucky souls had to offer, even bones, for the most part, were not left.
This was the wastelands. Ironically, nothing went to waste here, except life.
Lenny was impressed to see that Victor was actually doing better than he thought.
He decided to throw more knives at his feet.
However, Victor only barely moved.
"Oh, a tough kid! I see."
Lenny waved his hand, and two pistols appeared.
Lenny aimed them at Victor.
"Lenny! What are you doing? Have you forgotten that if the young master dies, so will?you?"Moses stated, trying to get his attention.
However, Lenny's response was surprising.
"I know! But let's test that theory a bit." He gave a menacing smile.
*Bang! Bang!*
Two shots went out, grazing Victor's thigh.
"Ahhh!" He groaned.
And that was it.
There was a sudden rumble in the ground, and every instinct in Victor's body told him to move.
Immediately, he dove to the side.
As he did, a loud GROWL was heard as a man-eating worm as thick as a car protruded through the ground where he had been standing.
The beast was brownish gold all over, round, with its head made mostly of its wide mouth, laced with razor-sharp teeth.
One look at them, and even Victor knew from the bottom of his heart that his bones would not so much as get stuck in between those teeth for discomfort.
The only thing that went off in his mind was to run.
However, fear overwhelmed him, and even though the sun was hot from the sky, a tundra chill ran through his spine, and the realization of his insignificance dawned on him.
He kicked against the ground again and again as he struggled to his feet.
However, he had only barely dived out of the way before the giant worm rushed for him like an eagle diving fish from the water.
Victor panicked some more.
"Moses! Moses!!" He screamed.
Moses saw what was happening, and he clearly heard his screams.
He wanted to dive into the sand.
However, Lenny suddenly waved his hand, hitting him on the head with the butt of his pistol.
"Nope, no big bad Wolfie to save the little princess today."
Just then, another worm also shot from the ground and attacked.
"Nice!" Lenny complimented.
Meanwhile, Victor was at his Witts end.
He had never been in a situation like this in his life.
Although he had been in a position of danger, there had always been someone there to save him.
After all, he had a previous identity.
Just then, another beast rose from the sands.
This time around, it was a giant man-eating crab.
It was also a golden brown.
It's pincers rushing for Victor.
Unfortunately, Victor was unable to dodge in time, and the crab clipped off his left leg...
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