Carrying Wright's bag behind him, López jumped straight from the snow cave, of course, this has nothing to do with jumping off a cliff and committing suicide, just frustration.

It's much faster than poking a dagger little by little, and you don't have to worry about safety.

It's all soft snow underneath, which acts as a good cushion, but even then, you have to use your dagger to slow down before you land.

Safely back on the ground, except for the criticism that the butt doesn't feel very good, the rest is quite perfect.

Patting the snow sticking to his buttocks, López looked up at the sun hanging high in space, which was extremely dazzling, and he suddenly felt that it was better to have a blizzard, although it was just a joke.

But judging by the position of the sun, if he had picked up his pace, he might have been able to get out of the Amelia snow before dark, and he really didn't want to spend another night in this cold and dangerous place.

I want to think so, but the speed of López's progress has not accelerated, which can't be blamed on him, his feet are soft, and his heart is more than enough.

It seemed unlikely that López would be able to get out of the Amelia snow today at his current pace, so he decided to go back to the chalet again to survive the night.

But if he does that, he has to face a very serious problem.

Food problems, the bear meat that was stored before may now have been pulled out by Xiaobai.

It is obviously not advisable to be hungry until tomorrow, and I am afraid that I will not even have the strength to walk by then, and while López was troubled, a deer roared suddenly not far away.

This made him turn his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a moose running fast for him, but López did not show a happy expression, because this was obviously wrong, and the deer that had broken away from the herd was worth pondering.

Caution made López not rush forward, but pulled out the dagger behind his waist, and silently lurked in place, saying that it was lurking, but in fact it didn't mean much, although the cloak was white, but his long black hair was too conspicuous against the snow.

And the dagger reflected the sun's brilliance, which was particularly eye-catching, but even so, the moose still rushed towards López without stopping.

After a while, the moose had already come to his side, and before he had time to think about it, López grabbed the moose's huge antlers and quickly flipped onto the moose's back.

He raised the dagger and was about to stab him to end his life, but suddenly there was a mournful and loud wolf howl behind him, which was like a thunderbolt, a swift and penetrating howl that resounded through the Amelia snow.

That's right, this is the king of the Amelia snow, the snow wolf pack, and it is obvious that this moose is the prey they have been eyeing for a long time.

In the white snow, their eyes shimmered like a green glow like fireflies.

"Ah, bad luck. Recognizing the situation at this time, López complained helplessly, but since things have happened and there is no way to change them, he can only come up with a way to deal with it as soon as possible to satisfy his strong desire to survive.

Looking at it this way, the moose under him is probably his only hope of survival.

It is worth mentioning that the moose also seems to be very smart, because it did not throw López down, probably because it also understands that whether it wants to survive depends on the human on its back.

In this way, López grabbed the antlers and slowly straightened up, which was actually quite simple, like riding a horse.

After inserting the dagger back into his waist, he immediately drew his long sword, which at this time was an inch long and an inch strong.

In a moment's time, dozens of snow wolves had already surrounded the moose, howling wildly, their faces full of impatience.

López's expression was quite serious, and the long sword in his hand was ready to swing quickly, this was a battle that risked his life, and if he was not careful, it would become a big meal in the mouth of the snow wolf.

In the non-stop chase, the snow wolf on the left side was approaching, and was gnawing at the strong neck of the moose with its bloody mouth.

Red blood stood out in the pure white snow, and piercing howls echoed.

The snow wolf on the left has not yet been solved, and the one on the right has also been forced up, biting directly on the stomach of the moose, and the moose let out a painful cry, but did not stop running, and stopping means death.

However, because of the blocking of the antlers, it was difficult for the long sword in López's hand to quickly switch to the right side, and he didn't have time to think, so he could only stretch out his fist and hit the snow wolf's head fiercely.

But the snow wolf didn't have any intention of talking, he still bit it tightly, and seeing that his fist was useless, López directly pulled out the dagger behind his waist and stabbed it fiercely at the snow wolf's head.

Although the snow wolf's head was surprisingly hard, it could not stop the sharp dagger, and the snow wolf, along with the dagger, fell straight into the snow.

After dealing with the snow wolf on the right, López raised his hand again and grabbed the antlers, but this was not the way to go, and it was only a matter of time before the two of them became the snow wolf's full food.

The moose did not run as fast as the snow wolves, and now that all the snow wolves had rushed to the moose, López roughly estimated that there must be at least fifty of them, and it was tantamount to whimsical to escape in such a tight encirclement.

But the snow wolves didn't give López time to think about what to do, they began to pounce on the moose, and then bared their fangs and continued to bite at the delicious flesh, although López tried his best to drive away, but it was useless.

After a while, the moose was already covered in bruises, and its speed slowed down, and Lopez kept waving the long sword in his hand, but the number of snow wolves was too much, and these 2 were a drop in the bucket.

The moose is at the end of its crossbow, and now it is only a strong desire to save that supports its movements.

Finally, a snow wolf bit its right leg fiercely, which was like the last straw that broke the moose, and it fell straight into the snow, and López was thrown straight away.

The scene of the victors howling to the sky and celebrating the arrival of food that would survive the winter was a shocking sight.

The wolves howled in unison, and their voices spread far through the empty snow, as if to announce to the Amelia snow that they were the kings of the place.

There was a howl before they lowered their heads and prepared to drag the food away.

At this time, López, who was in the center of the snow wolf pack, struggled to get up, he held his sword horizontally in front of him, and his eyes were staring directly at the snow wolf, ready to make a final resistance.

But the arrogance of the snow wolf seems to have caused Amelia Snowland to be dissatisfied.

López felt the snow shiver slightly beneath his feet, and he heard a sound like thousands of horses galloping through the slopes louder and louder from somewhere on the slope.

He quickly realized something, and muttered with a somewhat solemn expression, "Oops, this is a precursor to an avalanche." ”

Before López's words fell, a huge chunk of snow like a small mountain made a dull loud noise and swooped down on the place where he was.

In the short time before the snow was about to bury him, López collected his sword and ran quickly to the dead moose not far away.

He hoped that the carcass of the moose would give him some help so that he would not be buried in the snow.