Heavy snow rushes down from the towering snow-capped mountains.

López reached out and lifted the moose's carcass up and threw it hard at the approaching snowstream.

The moose's carcass flew directly to the surface of the snow stream, but fortunately the snow stream did not swallow the moose's carcass, and its powerful impact carried the moose's carcass forward quickly.

But Lopez was not so lucky, as he wasted precious time by throwing the moose carcass, causing him to be swallowed up by the torrent of snow.

The moose carcass was now López's only hope of survival, and he had to lean on the moose carcass as soon as possible and climb on top of it so that he could have a chance to survive the icy catastrophe.

López struggled with all his strength in the snow to lean against the moose carcass that was not very far away from him, but at this time, the distance that was not very far seemed to be as difficult to reach as the end of the world.

López was constantly being played with by the snow, like a child at the mercy of his own toys, and the non-stop flow of snow had already covered López's chest, which made it a little difficult for him to breathe.

The snow is still rising, or López is falling, and all in all, the snow seems to be about to bury López completely, and he can only choose to fight for it.

In fact, López was left with only one option now, his hand reaching for the short blade around his waist, the snow around him making it difficult for him to perform even this simple movement, and at the same time he had to control his body and try not to be covered in snow.

After bringing the dagger to his mouth and holding it, López began to reach into Wright's bag and grope for it.

Finally, he felt the familiar touch of the rope.

It was still quite laborious to send the rope out of the snow, but fortunately López still had some strength, and tied the end of the dagger to the rope, López aimed at the carcass of the moose not far away and threw it out.

"Whew. The dagger poked straight in, the blood in the moose's body had coagulated, and the corpse had already stiffened, which made the dagger much more stable.

Tilting his head, López took a deep breath before revealing a wry smile.

In the blink of an eye, the snow had completely engulfed him.

López's hand gripped the rope tightly as he swam towards the moose's carcass with the last of his strength.

Time passed minute by minute, seeing that the moose's corpse was close in front of him, López couldn't get close, and the huge force of the snow stream kept hitting the moose's corpse to the side.

López's physical strength was completely exhausted, but he didn't want to be buried by the snow and die in this cold ghost place, and when he was helpless, a snow wolf came to López's side, and it seemed that it also had its eyes on the moose's corpse.

The snow wolf was much stronger than López in terms of physical strength and strength, and it saw that it had swam next to the moose's carcass, and was raising its front paws to climb up.

But this gave López a chance, and López raised his hand to grab the snow wolf's fur and kept tugging.

Of course, the snow wolf will not rest on its laurels, it will continue to swim forward with force, and at the same time keep shaking its body, trying to get López away.

In between this back and forth, López was also brought to the moose carcass.

Seeing this, López couldn't help but smile, and he yanked the snow wolf, using this force to climb directly on top of the moose carcass.

The change in form caused the snow wolf to howl in anger, but its front paws still clung to the moose's carcass.

But Lopez wasn't going to give it a chance, he pulled the dagger from his waist and slammed it at the snow wolf's head without hesitation.

But at this time, López had not much strength left, and the snow wolf's head was quite hard, so the dagger only pierced a little of its fur.

It seems that this snow wolf's desire to survive is still quite strong.

But so what? He was never a good man.

López grabbed the dagger and stabbed at the snow wolf again, but this time it wasn't the snow wolf's head, but its sharp claws.

In an instant, the icy snow buried the snow wolf and its mournful howl.

López was finally relieved, he couldn't lift any strength in his body, and just like that, he sat on the carcass of a moose and kept drifting along the snow, quite a bit of skiing fun.

After a long time on the carcass of the moose, the avalanche slowly stopped.

After the avalanche, only a patch of snow remained, as if it had never been there.

After making sure that there was no danger, López rested in place for a while before dragging the moose's carcass and slowly moving forward.

The carcass of a moose is a precious food, and of course he will be grateful to the moose, but at the same time, he will help it and pass on the virtue of helping others to the end.

But after walking a few steps, López found a moose carcass again, and he crouched down to take a closer look, and found that there were many scratches and bite marks on the carcass.

It seems that this moose may have just slipped through the net, and the snow wolves' real target should be the deer herd, but this is not something he should care about.

The avalanche caused him to lose his way completely in the white expanse, but fortunately it was not a problem for López, who looked up at the sun in the sky.

It was the simplest and most effective way to deal with disorientation, but it was a bit of a waste of time, and he had to rush back to the cabin before the sun went down.

Lowering his head and thinking for a while, López took out the dagger and plunged it directly into the snow, and then silently observed the shadow of the dagger.

The direction of motion of the projection is opposite to that of the sun, and at 12 o'clock at noon, the direction of the sun, that is, the reverse of the projection, is due south.

This makes it easy to get the direction due south.

In the light of the sun, the dagger took its first shadow.

Seeing this, López took out a gem from Carter's bag and marked the end point of the dagger projection on the ground.

After about ten minutes, López took the end of the new shadow and marked it with another gem.

López then drew the dagger and connected the two dots so that he could get an approximate east-west line.

Since the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, its shadow moves in the opposite direction, so the first point is west and the second point is east.

Draw a straight line perpendicular to the first line, which is the north-south line.

Although it was a bit of a waste of time, it was a good thing to clear the direction.

According to his meager memory, López vaguely remembered that the direction of the wooden house should be southeast of the Amelia snowfield.

Sighing, López dragged the moose's carcass on.

Because he wasn't sure where the avalanche had taken him in the Amelia snowfield.

One could only pray that the cabin was not very far from him.