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The fifteen-year-old boy had a solemn and solemn expression, not like he was hunting, but like he was expressing his awe for the ancient dragon and the god of hunting on the altar.

He hid behind a thorny grass. Elven deer have a wide field of vision, and can even see predators scurrying from the side and behind, but their alert eyes lack awareness of the details in their line of sight. Feng Dust was confident that the prey on the other side would not be able to see his face peeking out from behind the narrow crevices in the thorny grass within twenty meters.

This is the shady side of the mountain, and the snow water of the Daisetsuzan Mountains nourishes the entire snow forest. With a mix of sun-hungry blue pines and self-defeating thorn grasses, the nearest large predator nest is miles away, and the elven deer's favorite pine cones and grass seeds are not cut off all year round, in short, this is a paradise for the elven deer.

Feng Chen leaned his head forward and carefully distinguished. The right front hoof of the deer in front of him was still bleeding. That's the result of a sharp mixing cord.

This was indeed the one he was chasing, and in order to get in front of the little creature, he did not hesitate to slide down a steep slope full of gravel, and only then did he find this perfect crouching position ten minutes early.

The deer in the forest are not very large, and an adult elf deer is only about one hundred and twenty centimeters long. Its legs are slender and long, compared to its body, to cut through the thorny and poisonous dwarf weeds and reduce the chance of being cut by troublesome poisonous leaves.

Forty minutes ago, Feng Chen dismantled a cage for hunting rabbits, and used wire to spread a rope around the herd, and at the slightest start, two of the scattered deer hit the wire.

The other, perhaps lightly wounded, perhaps too timid, stumbled and limped to keep up with the fleeing group, but this one left the group alone and headed for the other side of the snowy forest. The wound in front of him was obviously more serious, the wound caused by the wire was not wide, but it was deep, and although it kept licking its head down, the blood was still flowing all the way, and when it came here, the poor deer had staggered a little.

Not far ahead is a small green berry meadow, which the villagers used as an herb for wounds, chewed and applied to the wound for a moment to stop the bleeding, presumably by the Orion predecessors who had learned from the experience of the beasts.

Since he first hunted with his father at the age of seven, Feng Chen has traveled almost all over the snow forest, and in his father's words, "knowing your hunting grounds by heart is the basic condition for being a hunter." Although he despised his father's rough hunting methods, he still felt that the feeling of being able to predict the movements of the fawn and set a trap in advance was due to him.

The trap is set under a slightly sloping blue pine tree on the side of the road, with a double lasso elastic rope trap, hidden by sparse thorn grass. Elven deer like to burrow into the grass or any sheltered place when they are frightened, and use their gray-green skin like spiny grass to avoid predators.

Watching the injured deer walk towards the preset trap little by little, a drop of sweat from Feng Chen's eyebrows gradually slid down the tip of his nose. His thoughts suddenly wandered a little, and it was also in the middle of summer at noon, when his father took him to hunt a wild boar easily, and he ordered himself to break the chamber of the half-killed wild boar, and compared with the tension at that time, the tension at this time was with some pleasure. Before his thoughts could return to the prey in front of him, the stone in his hand had already flown out.

The stones flew to the ground eight or nine meters away from the dust with the sound of smashing the thorny grass along the road, only three or five meters away from the elven deer...... He", ran to the wild deer.

Once again, the frightened deer instinctively burrowed into the grass, only to hear a slight click, and then the rope lass tightened, and two slaps tied to the branches of the tree tied the still struggling deer, hanging fifty centimeters above the ground.

Seeing that the trap was successful, Feng Chen happily sped up and rushed over, kicking away the camouflaged grass on the ground with his feet, and wrapping his hands around the desperate elven deer in the air.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay." Feng Chen's voice was crisp, he held the little creature horizontally in front of him with one hand, and the other hand kept gently patting its back, letting its hard hooves kick and kick in his face, "It's over, it's over." He comforted, like a mother comforting a frightened child.

The wounded deer looked at Feng Chen's slightly childish face, and gradually stopped the limbs that were kicking around him, and his desperate and angry eyes gradually calmed down, but he whimpered in his mouth, not knowing what he wanted to express. Feng Chen's free hand reached for his waist and pulled out the knife he was carrying.

"May the hunter be with you."

He slit the throat of the elven deer, and the blood ran down Dust's arm, and it struggled slightly twice, followed by a convulsion, and its eyes spread.

Dusty untied the prey from the noose, cut its milky belly with a knife, pulled out the entrails, controlled the blood and bodily fluids in the abdominal cavity, and piled the entrails together, and soon they would be eaten as a meal by omnivorous wild boars, or decomposed into fertilizer for blue pines after a long time.

After the hunt is successful, he gives back to the hunting god, which is also what his father taught him. However, in the case of the father, the father, who liked to eat the water, would rather leave the inedible parts of the hooves, ears, and horns than discard the hot internal organs.

"May the hunter be with you." He bowed his head again before he began to look at his prey. The deer was thin on his hunting resume, about a meter long, barely an adult, but always better than hares and foxes. Feng Dust came in a hurry today, bringing only a knife with him, a cage for hunting small animals, and a rope. Being able to spot and hunt a deer was far more than he expected.

"Ahh He let out a sudden exclamation, perhaps as he rushed out of the grass, his clothes were cut by the sharp thorns of the thorn grass, and at this time, the left sleeve of the dust was opened a few inches long, and the torn fabric swayed back and forth with his movements, and the blood stains of the prey were sticky.

This yellow and blue dress is the dress of Xuelin Village, the placket and leg hem are too wide, but this solemn dress is not suitable for hunting. Feng Chen tied the hems and cuffs of his trousers with strings, so that he would not be unable to move in the forest, but at this time, the clothes were ruined, and even if he returned home and sewed the sleeves, he could not wear this clothes full of blood and sweat to participate in the return sacrifice in the village

The hero of the village is coming back, he thought, which is why he insisted on going up to the mountains to hunt a few wild animals, despite the urgency of time and his father's discouragement. The thought of the tall, long-laden figure of the sword on his back put aside the joy of hunting and the frustration of torn clothes for a moment.

Feng Chen raised his head, as if he could see the airship high through the gaps in the dense pine needles. He tucked the rags into his sleeves, picked up the prey, which was a little too heavy for him, and walked to the bottom of the mountain.