In a world where thousands of miles of people are uninhabited and full of silver. The heavy snow suppressed the restlessness of the whole world, drowning out everything that was noisy and quarrelsome. The snow also hides everything, hiding the pure, the dirty, the beautiful and the ugly, leaving the monotonous whiteness behind.

A lone stag wanders aimlessly in the woods, foraging for food, and the wolves are missing in the vast jungle, which is its greatest enemy in life, and it means that there is no danger in sight.

It began to seek, in the thick snow for all the grass it could eat, the forest was rich in deliciousness but also with danger, but the buck did not know that it had been targeted and preyed on while it was foraging.

It pricked up its ears, and did not dare to let down its guard even after eating, and sailed carefully on the ship of ten thousand years, not only people, but also animals understood this truth better, but the stag did not perceive the danger of hiding in the bushes.

"Whoosh!"

Not far away, the branch moved, and a wooden arrow cut through the snow on the branch, hitting the stag in the buttocks. The sudden, sharp pain frightened the stag, and it shuddered, contracted its muscles, and leaped five meters away, fleeing in the opposite direction from which the arrow came.

"Quick, quick! Grab it and don't let it run! ”

From the time the stag fled, the forest was doomed. Amid a loud shout, several riders flew out of the bushes, some armed with bows and arrows, some with javelins, galloping on their horses.

They screamed, and the one with the bow and arrow kept throwing arrows at the stag, and the one with the javelin tried to get close to the distance and throw the javelin, but this did not stop the stag from galloping, and it ran so fast that the arrows and javelins could only fall in the snowflakes raised behind it.

The riders quickly changed their way of hunting, and they swung their spears in a semicircle and shouted loudly, scaring the stag with their roar and making it flee in the desired route. Of course, such an approach has been tried and tested, and they have succeeded.

On the other side of the jungle, two men were standing beside a tall and stout man, each of them holding a whole shawl made of bearskin, and the bear's head was the helmet of the stout man. The other man was holding a giant axe in both hands, which looked very heavy.

The man in the middle was about two meters tall, and his arms were bare in the cold and snow, even if they were red from the cold. He was unhurriedly wrapping strips of sackcloth around his arms and palms.

"Be sure to attack the legs!" The man beside him with a giant axe said to the strong man, "Our leader, Archie, the guardian of the Gate of the West. The Hammer of Thunder needs a full deerskin, so don't mess it up, we've got a lot of good things to offer, and we only need the skin, and the rest of the meat is enough to fill you up! ”

The two guys told over and over again, but the tall strong man turned a deaf ear, probably hearing that his ears were calloused, and he took care of himself unhurriedly, when there was a shout from the rider in the bushes in front of him and the sound of the bush branches being knocked down, and the prey was about to arrive, and the two men suddenly became nervous, afraid that they did not expect to come so soon.

"It's all up to you, Philphilistines!"

The man spoke, handing the great axe in his hand with great difficulty. The Nephilim unhurriedly took the axe and hung it over his lap, while the other hurried to help him put the bearskin on and tie it tightly around his chest.

"Woo~"

A cloud of white gas came out of the mouth of the Nephilim, accompanied by a heavy whining. He slowly rose to his feet with the support of his great axe, and the two entourages hurriedly retreated, knowing that the Nephilim was about to make a move!

"Hula!"

The stag jumped out of the bushes in front of him and landed right in front of the Nephilim.

"Roar!!

A roar resounded throughout the forest, and the Nephilim with his axe in both hands bent down and lowered his body as far as he could, and with a roar the stag landed in front of him. He jerked up the axe and cut off the buck's legs.

With a wail, the stag slammed to the ground, struggling to compromise with its fate as it lost its front hooves. Blood gushed from the fracture stained the snow beneath his feet.

"You did it! And it did! The two attendants cheered with the eviction riders who followed, raising their weapons in their hands. Some people couldn't wait, they rolled over and dismounted, and ran all the way to deal with the struggling buck.

It was just a casual move to deal with this huge prey, and the breathtaking performance displayed by the Philistines made everyone present admire.

Naturally, the Philphilim knew this, and he was naturally very angry, but he didn't show it, but just pretended to be indifferent, squatted down, and wiped the blood on the blade of the axe with snow.

The killing seemed to have ended, and the barbarians were happily disposing of their spoils. In the bushes not far away, small branches were slowly opened, and a bow and arrow appeared in the small gap. The movements were silent, the snow did its best to hide the movements of the hunters, and the god of winter remained neutral, and he did not take sides.

The barbarians would never have imagined that they would gradually become the prey of others when they were successful in hunting.

"The one in the middle who washes the axe with snow is a Nephilim." In the bush from behind, one explained to another.

"It's a big guy, but one is pretty good, and if we can finish them here, there's no way the barbarians will know that we did it." The other man spoke.

"But I warn you that the Nephilim are taller, stronger than the average man, and difficult to defeat."

"Then shoot with a javelin and a bow and arrow until you die." The man's voice was as cold as the harsh winter, "Anyway, we didn't force our chips to live or die. ”

"That's it! All right! ”

Several people worked together to cut off the stag's skin, but then a wolf howl came from the woods. The voice came from a distant place, and everyone present couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Damn, they have such a sharp nose."

The bloodied barbarian rider stood up with a blood-stained red knife and looked in the direction of the wolf howl, God knows how many wolves were speeding towards it.

"We've got to leave!"

The riders beckoned everyone, and they hurriedly packed up the deerskin and turned over on their horses.

The Nephilims were tall and strong, but they were a real brain, and even if the wolves were getting closer, the threat of imminence could not make him give up on the stag. He hurried up and slung the stag on his shoulder, ready to leave with the rest of the barbarians.

"Whoosh..."

Arrows from the bushes in all directions struck each of them instantly, and all the riders fell from their horses screaming, and the horses fled in fright.

The Nephilim was left alone in the snow, and the sudden death of all the Saxon soldiers around him brought him to a halt, and an arrow stuck in his back, but it did not seem to have much effect on him.

"Surround him, surround him!"

At the command, all of them came out of the bushes, and they pointed their bows and arrows at the Nephilim in front of them.