"Stop!"

As the strongest existence among this group of hunters, Syldoov naturally took over this small hunter team unceremoniously, which no one disagreed, after all, the strength gap was there, not to mention that the other party was a legendary berserker, just the pair of tomahawks in the opponent's hand could split this group of people into pieces.

The smell of blood wafting in the air was very faint, but Syldoov, whose bloodline had evolved, smelled it with an unusually sharp nose.

He leaned down and looked around vigilantly, and the hunters around him did not need to be greeted by Syldooff, but consciously followed his gestures, and quickly scattered in all directions.

The smell of blood means there are battles, there are casualties, and it seems that today will be a big harvest!

Soon, the traces of the battle, which were hidden by the vast white snow, were dug up by an experienced hunter.

"Stabbing! It's a barbarian of the Wasteland tribe! ”

After listening to the report, Sildov's eyes suddenly shrank, although they all belonged to the Ice Plains Barbarians, they belonged to different branches.

Fort Kebei is a city in the Northlands that rarely trades with humans in the southern plains, and their cultural customs have begun to vary greatly from those of the tribal barbarians over the years.

In the eyes of this tribe of barbarians, these people are all traitors of the Northland Ice Field, they have betrayed the belief of the goddess of ice and snow, they have betrayed the traditions of the tribe, and they are a group of cowards who cowered in a solid fortress!

Barbarians like Syldoov thought they were barbarians, blood-drinking, humanoid beasts who did not understand the progress of the times, and the resentment between the two sides was very deep.

Being able to smell the smell of blood means that the battle time is not too long, maybe the other party is lurking nearby, and Syldoov's heart can't help but sink into the valley.

He didn't have the arrogance to think that a madness could turn him into a powerful warrior who could be a hundred.

"Take your prey and get out of here!"

Syldoov's words made everyone anxious, this was not their first time hunting, they went back once a week on average, and they could get more or less rewards every time, and the hunter group with shotguns and guns naturally swelled up a little.

Now that they're well-armed and have some weird potions to keep them in tack, there's no reason to just go back in the dust.

You must know that now the emperor has begun to improve the welfare system, and the surrounding snow rabbits and snow chickens have been caught, and after three days of walking, they have finally begun to gain something, and now they are retreating, which is not in the interests of everyone.

"Syldooff, like this...... Not quite right! ”

It was a young hunter who spoke, twenty-four or five years old, really young, strong, hot-blooded and impulsive beings, who had been trying to challenge Syldoov's position.

To be honest, as long as you don't go berserk, there really isn't much you can do about this young man like Syldoov!

The words of the young hunter have won the approval of many people, everyone is out to earn money, and now you are the richest, you have picked up a pair of good weapons in vain, and you have more money to buy supplies, and you can withstand the loss of this week for no reason.

But the others are different, they all used the money they earned before to buy weapons, and if they don't get anything when they go back this time, they will naturally have no money to buy supplies, so it will undoubtedly slow down their own development progress.

As the owner of the tavern, after joining the Imperial Forces, Covalon quickly connected with the business of Fort Corbe, and heard that he had begun to secretly recruit some new blood.

Now everyone can see that the emperor's welfare system coupled with absolute force is only a matter of time before he has the intention to build a huge force.

As the earliest followers, they can't be delayed every day, and only by racing against time to open up the gap with those who come after them can they climb to a higher position in this organization!

"Ducato, now that I'm the leader of this team, it's not your right to speak!"

For such a young man, he doesn't understand anything, the wasteland tribe is different from them, these guys are adults hunting snow wolf cubs, and each of them has a powerful wolf. There is no mistake

He has already discovered the other party, which means that the other party may have also discovered them, the nose of the fierce beast is much more sensitive than that of a human, this problem does not need to be too entangled, as long as there is a little possibility, you must resolutely retreat!

The others had not fought with the tribal barbarians, did not know the horror of the other party, the primitive and wild way of attacking, just like real beasts, and they were more intelligent than beasts.

But most of the people here are blinded by interests, and to be honest, if they didn't have this pair of sharp axes, maybe they would be like everyone else.

Icefield, where all living beings are eager to get stronger!

It's not hunting season, so most people can't do it, and they're going to run into large groups of hunters, so why not give it a go?

Feeling the pressure from the others, Sildov was a little annoyed, and he knew that if he wanted to be the true leader of this group of hunters, then he had to ensure the interests of these guys.

Otherwise........

A slight vibration came from the ground, and it was difficult to distinguish such subtle differences unless you were a professional hunter.

"Kill! Kill him! ”

Compared to the slight tremors on the ground, the faint cry is more eye-catching.

A man covered in blood, with three or two sharp spears stuck in his back, the left shoulder of which was the most wounded, and half of the cold spearhead was exuding from his chest, which kept rising and falling with the wolf's running.

He was followed by no less than twenty wolf rider hunters, and the opponent methodically carried out oppressive attacks, luring the opponent to fight back violently, striving to expand the wound and die early.

"Roar!!

Sildov looked at the number of people on the other side, and couldn't help but relax, these guys should still be within the range that they can handle.

He roared angrily, directly transformed into a mad deformation, and instantly expanded into a small giant, and the originally thick and huge battle axe instantly became very handy.

Sildov tried to use his frenzied power to scare the snow wolf who was rushing towards them, as long as this guy ran away, the guy behind him would definitely not stay!

And if the other side divides the troops?

Hehe........

But the desperate Oron, where can he take care of so much, forcibly trend the wolf, and run towards the only life-saving straw.

These guys are urban barbarians, and they don't have wolves, and these wolf hunters are likely to choose to divide their forces to encircle them, so that his safety factor will be greatly improved!

"Bastard!"

Syldoov was angry by the other party's actions, this guy clearly wanted to use them as a shield, so Syldoov no longer hesitated, picked up a spear, and threw it directly at Oron.

If you don't turn, you'll die!

"Roar!"

At the critical moment, the wolf under Oron suddenly opened its mouth, and the three ice picks instantly condensed into shape, crashing into the spear that seemed to be able to tear through the wind in no particular order.

"Warcraft!? Fight! Grab it!! ”