When Abaylou and the buffalo returned to their place where they were going to camp for the night's rest, he put dry firewood underneath and built a simple barbecue out of stones. At this time, there is no need to be stingy with magic, a simple ignition is at your fingertips, and it is not impossible to bake directly with magic when there is no firewood, after all, Abailou has a lot of magic. But the taste of the meat that comes out of that way is always a little unsatisfactory.

The icefield bison had a natural wariness of the scorching red mass, but fortunately Abay had stopped in time, otherwise it would have rushed in and knocked the fire that had just risen into the air.

Abailou took out the training bag that he must bring as long as he went out on a trip, no matter what the hard road section is, Abailou will not bitter his tongue, he has been in the pancontinent for so long, only the "foodie spirit" engraved in his bones will never change.

Over time, the burnt aroma of the lamb began to shine through. The lamb, which contains delicious fat, begins to drip fat.

It's better to have a bigger fire. Abailou added a handful of firewood again, and the qualitative aroma produced by the fusion of meat products and flames made the ice field bison a little unable to sit still, and it swayed to Abailou, a little puzzled what smelled so good.

"Would you like to eat?" asked Abaylou with a smile. He tore off a half-cooked rib weighing a few pounds and put it in the mouth of the ice field bison. The icefield bison had tasted processed meat for the first time, and it was not only delicious but also easier to eat, so he lay on the ground and begged Abaylou to give it a little more.

The ice field bison don't understand why the meat taken out by humans is more delicious. It is not very fond of humans, who not only enslave them but also eat their flesh and are the natural predators of the ice bison. It didn't understand why this human had made it involuntarily surrender.

Finally, at 12 o'clock in the morning, Abaylou and the bison of the ice field, enjoying the warmth of the campfire, had the night snack of their dreams. The icefield bison were so close to the campfire that they no longer seemed to be afraid of the flames.

Abailou divided the roasted mutton into two, one with a small amount of seasoning and one for himself, and one man and one beast ate it openly.

"I remember there was wine. Abaylou opened the package, and sure enough, he saw the flask that Parastuff had in his bag.

The iron flask can be heated in the fire, and drinking hot wine is the tradition of the northern peoples in the snow, and a glass of warm liquor makes Abaylou's limbs warmer.

"Hahahaha. Abaylou laughed, quite a bit of the earth's call of the rivers and lakes, between this heaven and earth, there is a loneliness that only Abaylou understands, "Para is such a smart girl, she can prepare everything, and I will give her better things in the future." ”

For 5,000 years, Abay has witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties and the prosperity of the country—and the strong homesickness has flourished in this place similar to the Kunlun Mountains.

After all, he has lived on earth for 5,000 years, and he has lived for 20 years in this unknown pan-continent. The sky and the earth are slim, he is just a mayfly!

If he can go back, of course he wants to go back, but he must be able to come back, there is more than one person in this world waiting for his life and death. How could he be willing to be unsuccessful and famous, engraved in his blood, but the blood of the eternal inheritance.

The pride turned into three or two sentences of the drunken mantra of the idiot warrior, anyway, no one could see the true face of Abay Lou, and he was happy in the snow and vastness.

"Even if I lean my palms against the sky, the dragon is subdued. ”

"I can't stop this person's heart like a demon. ”

"The so-called first in the world, how can I be confined to the sky, the sky is high and the sea is wide!"

"Forget your worries and then eliminate your sorrows~"

"Three bowls compete in the same day!"

"Floating clouds, cangs, dogs, rotten mud. ”

"Only this Miao is honest and not deceitful. ”

"Heaven and earth are free for me to swim, hurry up!"

However, this enthusiasm is equivalent to playing the piano to a cow, and the ice field bison does not understand the vain pride in Abaylou's heart, and who in heaven and earth can understand it?

This kind of drunkenness, which is equivalent to drinking to relieve sorrow, will be shocked to see Shamasha, who has never seen him drunk in all the years she has known him.

Maybe it's sorrow that makes people drunk?

Abay, who had always been as cold as an iron plate, also held a kettle, and after adding a pile of firewood to the campfire, he fell asleep under the body of the icy bison.

His face was flushed, and he was muttering about his dreams.

"Go home ......"

"Uncompromising ......"

After a long absence, Abailou had a pretty good dream that night.

"Maybe drinking is a good thing, and it's not too much to dream about it for too long. In the dream, Abailou was eating noodles from a quaint street, and while eating, he shouted to the busy Xiaoer, "Shop Xiaoer, let's have another bowl of beef noodles!"

"Okay! Look at ......."

The next day, instead of waking up naturally, Abay was awakened at seven o'clock in the morning by the footsteps of a group of people. A group of people walked around, and Abay Lou was woken up even if he was asleep.

He came out from under the guarded ice field bison, rubbed his eyes sleepily and asked, "What's the matter?"

The men who had gathered the carcasses of the badgers laid down the corpses and pointed their spears of bone at Abaylou, each wearing a fur coat and a tubular weapon pinned to his waist, one of which had no wall and the bottom was solid.

Presumably a unique throwing weapon for the locals, it is able to put daggers, arrows, and other things into it, and then use it to throw more force.

Of course, there are more suitable things, such as the long thorns of the hedgehog badger.

It should be the locals, although the herdsmen surrounding Abailou did not release their hostility, but only faced Abailou in a vigilant way, but in the face of the cold tip of the gun, Abailou couldn't help but cold his face.

"This is the hospitality of your tribe, and the spear is applied to the traveler on the road?"

A large bearded man with a feather on his head pushed through the crowd, followed by a little boy who looked a little angry. "Put your guns down. He pressed the head of the spear of one of his subordinates next to him, and said to Abay with a smile: "Excuse me, traveler, I am the patriarch of this tribe, Hosala, can you ask if you killed the badger here?"

It should have been a spy just now, if Abailou hadn't shown dissatisfaction and a cowardly and incompetent face, I'm afraid he wouldn't have seen this patriarch. The one who can kill these thorn badgers must be warriors.

"Is it not me, is it you?" asked Abaylou in a cold voice.

"No, because we were so shocked. Hosara explained: "The Snow Trail Forest was originally our forest farm for making weapons, and then a group of such villains came, the hedgeho badgers here are fierce and cunning, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, we can't work in this forest farm at all, today is the day to clean them up regularly, we see that the hedgeho badgers have almost been killed by you." ”

"The badger colony here is known as the Grim Reaper in the Snow. The little boy next to Hosara interjected, "You are a respectable warrior of the snowfields who can kill them." ”

"He's my nephew, Goranbo. Hosara said. He asked his subordinates to put together the corpses of more than thirty thorn badgers that had been arranged, as well as the peeling thorns, in bundles.

"Warrior, what shall I call you?"

"Moon Scythe. Abaylou said.

Hosara knew that this was a code name, and that people who traveled to Xuegra always had a story to tell. They didn't want people to know that the name was normal, so they didn't ask any more, as long as they knew if this guy was dangerous and whether there was any threat to their clan.

If they could, they would like to entertain the man who had helped their tribe.