I don't know whether to say that Rego has thick lines or reassure Regner, in short, the residence that Rego arranged for their mission is unexpectedly not far from Rego's own residence. However, Regner didn't care too much about this, anyway, if he was closer, he could effectively monitor Rego's movements, in case he made any small moves in the past few days.

Although he had made some psychological preparations for the harsh conditions of barbarian life, Regner had to say that this place really felt a bit of a pit and no limits.

Let's leave the house with wind everywhere, but at least can we get a new warm blanket? Okay, even if it's the old tattered, I can put up with it, but at least wash the blanket and bring it over? Okay, even if it's dirty on the top, I can put up with it, anyway, we were like wild dogs, and we didn't love to be clean. But...... But you're not dirty, it's not that dirty! What's the deal with the white spots on it? You brutes have done sex and don't know how to clean it? Even if you don't know if you can bring this thing over to me to use!

Regner felt sick at the thought that this thing had been tainted with the essence of a muscular, hairy brother. He tossed the blanket aside in disgust, then pulled out the warmth he had brought from his space pocket.

"Thanks to my extra heart. Regner couldn't help but sigh.

But even so, Regner felt itchy all over his body while lying on the barbarian's hard bed, and he really didn't know if this was a psychological effect or if there was something really stained with this bed.

"It's a lot worse than Orgrimmar of the orcs......" Regner sighed again when he woke up the next day.

Today Rego is going to take Regner to see their living environment, and the first "attraction" is to visit the hunt.

Regner originally thought that this hunt would be not much different from that of humans, except that one was snow hunting, and the other was forest or grassland hunting. But after half a day, Regner realized that he was wrong again.

Because of the harsh living environment, even wild beasts are not so common on this snowy plateau. Regner followed Rego and they searched there for a long time, but they only found a few snow rabbits, which were enough for a meal or two in Regner's opinion. But if you put it to a barbarian who eats an astonishing amount of food, I am afraid it is only enough to digest one meal.

Oh yes, by the way, if it was Annelot, I'm afraid such a rabbit would only be able to fill her half-full. Although the Frost Maiden does not show such an amazing amount of food on weekdays, Regner knows that this girl's stomach is a bottomless pit at all. In short, she belongs to the kind of person who can't survive anymore, and she can't starve for less.

"If we can run into wolves, we might get a lot of food. Rego said to Regner beside him on a snow bear.

"The wolves must be dangerous, right?" Regner also rode a snow bear, a ferocious beast that had become very obedient under the domestication of the barbarians. Regner felt as secure on this thing as he was in a chair, and he said to Rego, "Your men will get killed if they hunt that kind of thing, right?"

This is not that Regner is alarmist, he has already inquired, the harsh living conditions of this ice and snow plateau not only allow the barbarians to exercise strong physique, but also give the animals living here more terrifying strength than other similar ones. Small animals like snow hare or squirrels are fine, but carnivorous beasts like snow bears or white wolves are not for fun.

According to Regner's estimates, even the snow bear under his ass is probably no less powerful than the red blood bear he hunted when he was a mercenary in the past. You know, the Red Blood Bear is a real monster. In this regard, the research report of the Court Mage Association said that the harsh environment caused the beasts there to evolve, and the final result was that they were free from the category of beasts and evolved into the ranks of the beasts.

If it's a pack of wolves with the power of Warcraft...... Regner thought that nothing would happen, but this group of clansmen who followed Rego out to hunt was not easy to say, they were not regular barbarian warriors, the highest strength was only level seven, and the lowest was even only two levels. Not only that, but the age gap between them is very large. The oldest seems to be in his sixties and seventies, and the youngest ...... It should be smaller than Regner......

Regner looked at the little savage with a somewhat immature face, and couldn't help but worry a little about whether he would encounter any danger in the hunt.

"He's twelve years old, and maybe he's going to be a good fighter. Rego followed Regner's gaze to see the little barbarian, and spoke.

"Twelve?" Regner couldn't help but be stunned, so the little barbarian was not as old as Inniris, but looking at the resolute and resolute look on his face, it was estimated that he had participated in a lot of hunting.

What are people about ten years old doing in the human world? Even if they are children of the poor, they have just begun to help their parents with some housework within their ability, right? As a barbarian, this little guy seems to have seen blood and experienced many trials of life and death......

Regner secretly decided that if this little guy was in danger this time, he might as well help him. It's not that Regner is a bad guy, he just thinks that if he could save a life with just his hands, he would be more than happy to do it.

But what happened in the afternoon had a big impact on Regner.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and I don't know whether to call it luck or misfortune, but all in all, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Regna's hunting party finally encountered the wolves.

Surprisingly, the wolves didn't seem to be terribly afraid of the barbarians. Because of the extremely harsh living environment, all life has done its best to survive. So, in a world where it's all about survival, the roles of prey and hunter are often reversed. When savages encounter wolves, they will feel that this time they will finally be able to go days without worrying about food. But in the same way, in the eyes of the wolves, these barbarians are also the best meat.

The crowd and the wolves met with little hesitation, and they all roared like beasts and rushed towards each other. The weapons these barbarians hold in their hands may be lethal to ordinary humans, but they are obviously not that threatening to wolves who have survived the rigors of the environment.

Bladed axes and scimitars, some can only hold sticks and stones. But even so, the barbarians rushed at their enemies without fear. They sang the sacrificial songs that had been handed down since the time of their ancestors, and fought the bloodiest and most primitive battles with these monsters.

A wolf pounced on the barbarian, who stabbed the scimitar into the wolf's soft belly and slashed it away. The scimitar moved to the other side of the wolf's belly with great force, and because the blade was not sharp, it seemed to Regner that the knife was not so much cutting as tearing. But even so, the savage used his enormous strength to tear open the wolf's abdomen with a huge wound large enough to fit into his own head.

In an instant, the wolf's internal organs flowed down from the stomach by gravity. They landed on the barbarians' waists and bellies, and even rose white smoke in the snow.

But all this was not enough to kill the tenacious wolf, and despite the heavy losses, the wolf did not show any weakness as a result. It was as if it had burned its last life force, bursting out with all its strength. The beast opened its mouth and bit down precisely and ferociously at the barbarian's neck.

"Poof!"

The barbarian's throat was torn by the wolf, and blood gushed out of the broken veins under the pressure of the heart. The wolf also showed its beastly instinct at this time, and instead of spitting out the minced meat and throat in its mouth, it simply chewed it twice and swallowed it directly into its own tattered belly.

Then another savage caught up, and he mustered up his courage to swing the stone hammer in his hand and slammed it down on the wolf's head from behind. This blow not only smashed the wolf's head to pieces, but also smashed the head of the savage who was crushed by the wolf. And, despite the fatal blow he had dealt to his companion, the barbarian did not feel the slightest guilt. Instead, he let out a cry of excitement, and the poor fellow was torn to pieces by two wolves that pounced on him.

Regner couldn't help but frown when he saw the scene in front of him, he wasn't disgusted. Ever since he became a mercenary, Regner has long been accustomed to things like blood and internal organs. He remembered that he had been unable to eat meat for days after his first fight with the orcs, and that if it weren't for Cordak and Vera's counseling, he might have become a vegetarian. But now, Regner is completely immune to such a scenario, or rather, completely numb.

But even so, Regner was amazed at the way the barbarian had just ignored his dying companion and did not hesitate to act. Although a ruptured throat is already a fatal injury, if Regner is allowed to smash his head directly regardless of his feelings because of this, Regner thinks he can't do it. Moreover, what the barbarian did just now was clearly not to help his companion free himself from his suffering, he was to kill the wolf.

"Sure enough, it's a barbarian, even in the face of its companions, they can wave their weapons without hesitation. Regner couldn't help but feel a little more contempt for the barbarians in his heart.

Just when Regner was facing the barbarians' methods in his heart, Alex spoke up: "Boy, that little friend you just fell in love with seems to be in trouble now. ”

Regner naturally understood that the "little friend" in Alex's mouth was referring to the little barbarian he had just noticed. He turned his head to see that the little guy was holding a huge scimitar and facing the siege of two wolves at the same time.