The requiem of the singing boy lingers over the black needle pine forest for a long time. The only sound of nature is left in the world, and it is extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

The singing boy reopened his beautiful ice-blue eyes and looked away from the corpse of the ice-toothed leopard. After he had finished the ritual of "may the living rest be in peace", the wolves behind him surrounded him.

The singing boy thought that the wolves were almost hungry after walking for a while, and they would eat the corpse of the ice-toothed leopard. To his surprise, each of the wolves in the pack just drank some of the Icetooth Leopard's blood and looked up, then walked towards another piece of snow.

The polar white wolf has an extremely sensitive sense of smell. When the temperature in the Land of Ice Curse drops to the bottom of the year, most land creatures will choose to hide in their burrows and eat hoarded food for this period of time, a behavior commonly known as "hibernation"; The polar white wolf pack has a large base, and the food hoarded in the den can easily be eaten, so this population has evolved a sensitive nose that can accurately smell the smell of small creatures hiding in burrows.

At this moment, more than a dozen polar wolves smelled the smell of meat buried under the snow and earth. The smell of the corpse was still fresh, and it seemed that the owner had not been dead for long. They surrounded the snow, and a dozen pairs of forefeet began to plow snow and dirt.

The singing boy's pretty eyes widened slightly, and he didn't stop the wolves from moving, letting them continue to dig through the snow and dirt to see what they could dig up.

After 3 minutes, the snow and soil that had been cut away formed a one-meter-high hillock. In the deep brown hollow lay the corpse of a mammoth.

Just as the wolves were about to pounce on them to start this fresh and delicious meal, the singing boy suddenly spoke, and he snorted sternly in the language of the abyss: "Stop me." ”

The movements of the wolves, including the wolf king, all stopped in place, and not a single wolf dared to disobey the order of the singing boy. The singing boy took a few steps forward to take a look at the carcass of the mammoth, his ice-blue eyes narrowing slightly, and a sharp light shone through the cracks in his eyes.

The singing boy simply walked down to the bottom of the pit, his little white hand covering the head of the mammoth. With a slight perception, he noticed a mess inside the carcass of the beast, with a large number of small stab wounds on the skull, neck, and chest, as well as traces of energy left by the sputtering everywhere.

The singing boy frowned, and he spoke again, but there was obvious anger in his crisp and beautiful voice.

"You are not eliminated by nature, and you are still dying with anger and resentment, and you will not be able to turn a blind eye. Unfortunately, I can't give you a song to rest in peace. But at least, I'll help you get revenge. ”

The singing boy stood up, and he glared at the wolf king lightly, and the wolf king quickly retreated, and even the wolves retreated and knelt on the ground.

"Don't think about it, big horned beast."

The singing boy said lightly to the wolves. Immediately, he took a long breath and sang an ethereal song. The song was heard in the snowy sky, and soon a snow eagle from the top of the western iceberg flapped its wide and mighty wings and flew high into the sky of the black needle pine forest, and then quickly landed on the left arm raised by the singing boy.

The singing boy took a small piece of meat cut from the ice-toothed leopard and fed it to Snow Eagle. Snow Eagle bit down on the meat and swallowed it, and at the same time, the singing boy said softly beside Snow Eagle: "Go, take advantage of this heaven-sent flying snow to hide your figure, as my eyes." ”

Snow Eagle tilted his head deftly, his brown eyes flickering into the same icy blue as the singing boy. In the next second, the snow eagle flapped its wings and flew high, and the snow-white figure disappeared at the end of the fine flying snow in the blink of an eye.

With a wave of his hand, the singing boy lifted the order to keep the wolves still, and he sat down on the wolf king's back, staying where he was, not moving half a step in either direction.

The wolves waited for a while and then moved again, but when they saw that the meat of the mammoth could not be eaten, they finally chose to eat the meat of the ice-toothed leopard. Although the flesh of the icetooth leopard is difficult to eat, a hundred times more difficult to swallow than the meat of the mammoth, it can at least replenish energy.

The wolves ate extremely quickly, and while the singing boy waited, they disposed of the huge ice-toothed leopard carcass to the point of a pale skeleton.

The timing is almost seamless. After the wolves replenished their physical strength, the eagle eye vision of the snow eagle connected to the singing boy found a suspicious target.

The eagle's eye from the height looked down hundreds of meters horizontally, through the fine snow in the sky, through the sea of black needle pine leaves, and found a humanoid creature that was heading east in the black needle pine forest. He wore snow-colored armor that blended with the snow, carried a bag and a longbow, and a long knife at his waist.

"There is no such indigenous race in the land of ice spells, this guy is an invader."

The singing boy talks to himself. He saw the long knife hanging from the humanoid creature's waist, and he was almost certain that the other party was the hunter who killed the mammoth and broke the rules of natural life elimination!

No matter what purpose this person has and what identity he has, the singing boy will not let him continue to act arbitrarily. Because of this incident, he happened to bump into it.

"Let's go." The singing boy slapped the wolf king's buttocks, and the wolf king's wolves shouted, and immediately took the lead and ran to the forest to the east.

The wolves immediately sped up to catch up. A group of more than a dozen polar white wolves deftly shuttle through the snow and bushes of the black needle pine forest, and although it is a forest with complex terrain and many obstacles, the wolves run at speeds of up to 150 kilometers per hour.

The Singing Boy is always connected to Snow Hawk's eagle vision, determining the intruder and their location at any time. Now the distance between them is less than 1 kilometer, and it will only be another forty or fifty seconds before they can catch the intruder himself face to face.

The oncoming snow and cold wind ruffled the singing boy's white hair, making his sleeves hunt. The fire of anger against the intruder burned in his chest as if a man had realized that a rat had crept into his house to steal food, and had now finally found the rat's nest.

500 meters, 300 meters, 100 meters. There is no need for the eagle vision of the snow eagle, and now the sharp sense of smell of the polar white wolf can accurately grasp the location of the intruder. Before the wolves were about to break through a bush and rush into the intruder's face, the singing boy quickly flew off the wolf king's back and jumped behind a black needle pine.

In an instant, the Polar White Wolves, led by the Wolf King, leapt swiftly over the bushes, glaring viciously ahead, their claws ready to cull, for they were sure that the scent of the intruder was behind the bushes!

After the dozen polar white wolves all landed on all fours, the wolves were dumbfounded. They were shocked to find that the snow white in front of them was empty, and not a single footprint had been left of the figure. The intruder's scent, which had been connecting from one end of the intruder's body to their sensitive nose at this end, seemed to be interrupted without warning at 0.1.

More than a dozen polar white wolves searched left and right for possible intruders nearby, while the singing boy, who had the foresight to break away from the larger wolf pack first, continued to look at Snow Hawk's hawkeye perspective.

Looking down with eagle eyes, in addition to the black needle pine or black needle pine, there are only a dozen polar wolves in the snow, and there is no shadow of intruders in the sky, trees and ground.

The singing boy admits that he was indeed distracted moments before the wolves were about to catch up with the intruder, and he never expected that this intruder would be so good that he would catch the time difference of his negligence, and suddenly retract his breath and hide.

This guy of unknown origin has a terrifying intuition, no wonder he dares to go deep into the land of ice spells alone. The singing boy couldn't help but think that he might have really made a mistake, and should have let the polar wolves lurk close to the invaders.

"Tell your true identity or die."

A cold stone-like voice sounded from behind the singing boy, and the moment the singing boy heard the unfamiliar voice, his pupils contracted violently, and the hairs on his body exploded. He felt a slight chill in his neck, and glanced down.

The singing boy saw a three-foot blade surging with silver energy, and the blade was close to his neck, stopping in front of his neck at a distance of 1 centimeter that could be wiped out with a single thought.

The singing boy didn't understand why this was at all. He hadn't heard any sound, hadn't sensed any movement in the air, and his back was still attached to the thick trunk of a tree, so why did the intruder suddenly appear behind him? The ability to perceive danger warning didn't work at all, and the blade was about to be attached.

"It's the trunk of the black needle pine, and if it weren't for this thick trunk blocking the abnormal air current, I wouldn't have been so close."

The singing boy forcibly calmed himself down, and at this moment the long knife was a centimeter closer, and this time the cold blade directly rubbed against his hair, and the cold, which was colder than the snow, stimulated the capillaries on the surface of the skin, and awakened the cold sensing nerves that had not worked for a long time.

"I ...... I am the owner of this land. You invader, kill the creatures of my land......"

Wu Qi directly cut the long knife half a centimeter into it, and the neck of the singing boy suddenly saw blood. His body froze completely, as if there was a force at work in the darkness, mercilessly draining the strength of his fingertips.

"It turned out to be a third-order life. I warn you in advance not to turn back, and not to say anything that is not related to my problem. ”

The singing boy fought against the fear that was gradually spreading through his body, and let out an "um". He agreed to Wu Qi on the surface, and secretly made a small move - once again converted his vision into Snow Eagle's vision.

When he "looked down" again, there were only a dozen corpses of polar wolves left in the middle of the empty snow. Every wolf has a sharp object in the jaw that pierces the skull, and the brain is destroyed and killed. Among them, the wolf king is a third-order life, and he still can't escape the fate of being killed instantly.

The singing boy's mind is racing, and he wants to communicate with Snow Eagle to change the angle of view from the bird's eye so as to see the true face of the intruder who has held him hostage. But in the next second, his vision suddenly darkened, and he couldn't see anything after that.

No way! Snow eagle at an altitude of more than 500 meters......

The sharp pain, warmth, and smell of blood belatedly overdue, and the singing boy realized that it was not the snow eagle who helped him scout the ground that had been killed, but that he himself had been turned blind.