Goose-feather snow fluttered and fell from the sky, turning the earth into a blanket of silver, which was extremely enchanting.

Suro curled up in the pit of snow that he had dug with great difficulty, uncorked the wine bag, and poured a sip of the strong rum that his wife had made for herself, muttering as he cursed the annoying ghostly weather.

As a member of the dwarven tribe that inhabited the frozen plateau, Suro was most proud of his hunting skills. Although the dwarves are not known for hunting, they have become the darlings of the continent of Northumbeder thanks to the various exquisite crafts made under their dexterous hands.

However, due to the harsh climate and environment on the frozen plateau where the dwarves live, they have been shrouded in ice and snow for many years, and there is a shortage of daily necessities and food, so the dwarves can only trade with the Beamon Empire in the west of the continent and the human world countries in the east of the continent in the spring and summer when the snow has not yet closed the mountain, in exchange for all kinds of daily necessities needed to survive the long winter. However, towards the end of winter, the dwarves often ran out of the necessities of life that they had exchanged from orcs and humans. In particular, the lack of fatty meat, which urgently needs to provide a large amount of calories for the dwarves during the winter, has become one of the problems that often plague the dwarves.

Who told the more common animals on the Frozen Plateau, such as the snow badger and the snow otter, to hibernate at this time and lose their tracks? Therefore, a hunter who can hunt enough food for his people to survive the winter can be regarded as a highly respected heroic figure among the dwarven tribes of the Frozen Plateau.

Suro is one of the best hunters in Hela, a dwarven village on the eastern side of the foothills of the frozen plateau.

Another sip of rum went down to my stomach. A hot warmth rose from Su Luo's chest and slowly spread throughout his body, driving away the cold on his body for a while.

Su Luo's old face turned crimson, slightly drunk. Although Suro's alcohol consumption is not bad, the rum made from the secret recipe of the dwarves on the frozen plateau for thousands of years is also notoriously strong.

The stronger the wine, the more helpful it is to ward off the cold. Perhaps for the people of other races on the continent of Northumbered, drinking alcohol is nothing more than a pastime in life. But for the millions of dwarves living on the frozen plateau, wine is a drink that is related to livelihood, even life.

"Woohoo," a low wolf howl broke the silence of the frozen plateau. Under the influence of alcohol, Su Luo's eyes were gradually blurred, he poked his head out of the hidden snow pit, stretched out his left hand to wipe the fur hat that was almost covering his vision upward, and the shotgun in his right hand unconsciously tightened.

"Damn, I almost fell asleep. Su Luo scolded himself in a low heart.

As a good hunter, he will actually doze off while waiting for his prey, which if other hunters know, they will laugh and be generous. Su Luo has always believed that his "excellence" is not only for the dwarves, but even compared to the race of famous hunters in the whole continent - the troll race, it is not inferior.

"Maybe it's because I've been so tired lately. Suro was looking for excuses for his mistake.

Su Luo's wife had just given birth a while ago, and he was busy taking care of his confinement wife and newborn child. Looking at his wife's frail body and haggard face after giving birth, and then at the large wooden barrel used to store air-dried dried meat in the house, Su Luo resolutely picked up his shotgun, turned around and stepped out of his cabin. He decided to go out and try his luck to see if he could hunt prey in this cold weather, so that his wife could eat more fat and replenish her nutrition.

Could it be that I had good luck today? Did I really meet a prey in such bad weather? Su Luo looked in surprise at the place where the wolf howl could be heard. It was a lush coniferous forest. The only plant that thrives in the cold climate of the frozen plateau is this hardy coniferous tree. In the same way, hearing the howl of the wolf, Su Luo also knew what the prey was about to be hunted by him. Because, in the harsh environment of the frozen plateau, there is only one kind of canine that is scarce in number, the snow wolf, and the magical beast is adapted to survive here. This kind of demonic beast is born with one and a half moves of ice-based magic, but unfortunately their mana is not strong, and it is a relatively low-level demonic beast.

Naturally, this low-level magical beast was not much different from ordinary prey for a clever hunter like Su Luo. As a member of the Dwarves, the dominant race on the Frozen Plateau, Su Luo knew very well that the magic ice arrows from the mouth of this low-level magical beast living on his own territory could not even penetrate the thick leather jacket he was wearing. You know, the fur jacket you wear is made of the fur of one of the most terrifying animals on the frozen plateau, the polar snow bear. The fur of the polar snow bear is not easy to cut through even a sharp sword, let alone the snow wolf's lethal magic ice arrows.

I thought of the snow bear that I had gone through a lot of hardships and set countless traps to hunt. The corners of Su Luo's mouth couldn't help but show a smug smile. It was after that hunt that Suro became recognized as the best hunter in Hela Village, and thus captured the favor of the most beautiful dwarf girl in the village, Yas, and finally succeeded in holding the beauty and making Yasz his wife. 5599

As soon as he thought of his beautiful wife and the big fat son who had just been born, a warm current surged in Su Luo's heart. He was now desperate to kill the snow wolf in the taiga, make a pot of fragrant and delicious wolf broth, and then feed it to his beloved wife with his own hands.

Su Luo lay in the snow pit, raised the shotgun in his hand, aimed in the direction where the sound came from in the taiga, and as soon as the prey appeared, he pulled the trigger between his fingers.

"Woo," Woohoo, "Several wolf howls sounded in the taiga one after another, and Su Luo couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard the sound, and secretly said that he had encountered a snow wolf pack?

Just as Su Luo frowned, other sounds from the taiga made him even more confused.

He faintly heard the creaking of human footsteps on the snow. Although the sound was not loud, almost muffled by the howling wind, as a good dwarven hunter, his unusually sensitive hearing allowed him to catch these subtle footsteps.

There are apparently people in the taiga, and there is more than one person.

What's going on?

Sensing that something was wrong, Su Luo quickly stopped raising his gun and aimed, and shrank into the snow pit with his shotgun in hand. Since the snow kept falling, the snow was about to fill up the snow pit dug by Suro, and he smeared a few handfuls of snow on the parts of his body that were not yet covered by snow, so his short body was quickly completely hidden by the snow.

Su Luo lay on his stomach in the snowdrift, looking through the eyes that were so captivated by the wind and snow that he could only barely open a gap that he looked at the taiga not far in front of him.

A huge giant wolf slowly stepped out of the taiga and appeared in Su Luo's eyes. Then came the second, the third, and the fourth...... These giant wolves are obviously not the snow wolves that are unique to the frozen plateau, with pure white fur and flawless coats. Because the snow wolves are medium in size, they are not so huge, and the coat color of these giant wolves is blue-gray. What is even more surprising is that along with the giant wolf appeared there were also werewolf soldiers holding various weapons, wearing iron helmets, and wrapped in a thick layer of scale armor.

After seeing those werewolf soldiers, Su Luo immediately guessed their identity: the wolf cavalry of the Beamon Empire.

Looking at the wolf cavalry coming out of the coniferous forest, Su Luo, who was hiding in the snowdrifts, couldn't help but gasp.

When did such a large group of foreign soldiers come to the frozen plateau? Judging from the number in front of them, it is clear that the number of people in this group is quite large. And when Su Luo realized that so many wolf cavalry were wearing iron armor, his heart gradually began to sink, because the iron mining and smelting technology of the Beamon Empire was relatively backward, resulting in a lack of iron products, so that most of the armor equipped by the orc army was leather armor, rattan armor, and even cloth armor. And judging from the fact that this group of wolf cavalry and their mounts are all in iron armor, they can only belong to the elite legion of the orc wolf clan army and make the entire Norsenside continent tremble, the Blood Fang Cavalry Regiment.

Among the dozens of legions of the Bimon Empire, large and small, there are four legions of great reputation. They are the Ares Legion of the Rhine, the Temple Guardians of the Tiger Tygo, the Berserk Legion of the Bears, and the Bloodfang Cavalry of the Wolf Clan.

Of the four legions, the Ares Legion and the Temple Guard are the mission to protect the Imperial Palace and the Temple of Tampas, the two symbols of power in the Bimon Empire. Unlike the Bloodfang Cavalry Regiment and the Berserk Legion, which have been fighting against foreign armies all year round, the military ranks of the God of War Legion and the Temple Guardian Legion are more hereditary. However, since the Rhine Lion and the Tiger Tygo have always been at the top of the pyramid in the Orc ruling class with their natural strength in the Bimon Empire's model of dividing social classes by force, no one will have any doubts about the strength of the God of War Legion and the Temple Guardian Legion, which are composed entirely of elite warriors of the Lion and Tiger races.

Although the two legions of the Rhine Lion and the Tiger Tiger rarely participated in the foreign wars of the Bimon Empire. However, the Berserk Legion and the Bloodfang Cavalry Regiment, which are on the same level as these two legions, have always played the role of the vanguard in all the major foreign wars of the Bimon Empire. These two elite legions from the Pyrur Bear and the Wolf Wolf have made many contributions since their inception, especially in the battle against Byzantium, the sworn enemy of the Beamon Empire and the most powerful Terran empire in the Eastern Continent.

In the history of warfare between the Bimon Empire and the Byzantine Empire, all wars involving the Berserker Legion or the Bloodfang Cavalry Regiment were bloody battles between the two countries, not just a skirmish on the border between the two countries.