Half a year has completely changed this survivor.

He may not have the strength of the natural predators, but he has stratagems and weapons, nooses, pits, falling thorns, tripwires...... He can use anything he can do to weaken them, slow them down, or even kill them.

He melts the silvery solid, dips the sharp twigs in it, and fishes them out to cool, which is more material-saving.

The stiff longbow made from the branches and vines of special plants that grow in the frozen soil gives him greater hunting ability.

He even began to try to hunt the most terrifying beasts in the permafrost, but his first confrontation with them took a terrible price.

He knew too little information about the Frozen Earth Beast, he didn't even consider that his spear couldn't pierce the body of the Frozen Earth Beast at all, its skin was too tough, but this momentary mistake brought extremely serious consequences, the giant tail of the Frozen Earth Giant Beast was thrown on him, he didn't know how many bones he broke that time, he was only glad that the power of the Frozen Earth Giant Beast threw him far, far away, and fortunately, the Giant Beast did not find out that he was buried under the thick snow, otherwise he would have become the ration of the Frozen Earth Beast.

He recuperated for half a month, during which time he had to slaughter several herbivores again.

By chance, he discovers that two Tundra Behemoths are fighting each other because of hunger, and he finally knows what can tear through the Tundra Behemoth's gritty skin.

The teeth of the Frozen Behemoth are not only extremely sharp, but also much harder than rock, and in the absence of metal, they are definitely the best weapon for hunting the Frozen Behemoth.

He used the corpses of the defeated men of the battle as materials, and used the fangs, bones, and claws of the behemoth to update the traps around the camp.

As for hunting the behemoth, he thought of a better way, because even with a weapon, it was very dangerous to get close to and attack such a giant monster, which could trample this tiny human to death with a single kick.

So his bow came in handy, the arrows were nowhere near strong enough to penetrate the skin of the tundra behemoth, but there were still ways to get poison into the behemoth's body, such as its bloody jaw.

As long as the poisoned arrow is shot into the behemoth's mouth, it will not be able to resist the attack of the silver venom.

No matter how terrible the defense is, no matter how hard the defense is, it can't resist the damage from within.

Today, he has completely become another beast in the tundra.

The countless deaths in the frozen ground gave him an unimaginable sense of crisis, and he could detect the breath of the behemoth and other beasts roaming around in advance.

He also discovered some of the more amazing plants, grasses that could have a psychedelic and seductive effect on living beings, and flowers that could stimulate the wildness of living beings.

This gave him a brutal form of amusement, as he set out at night to find a place where the beasts and behemoths could sleep, leaving bewildered grass nearby, and when they woke up, they would be lured to the same place, where they would sprinkle wild flowers that had been crushed into powder.

Innate wildness is inevitable for all creatures, not to mention the fact that this is a frozen land, and under the sheer desire for attack and bloodlust, even the timid snow mophers can rush at the frozen beasts with red eyes, and this kind of battle will not stop fighting.

Now, it's a beast brawl drama.

He hid on a nearby rock and watched it all, occasionally taking a sip of milk milked from herbivores.

He had to wait for the brawl to end, because there may be a winner in this brawl, but there will never be a survivor.

This is the law of permafrost.

The beast brawl was still fierce, but he was no longer interested, he squinted his eyes and rested for a while, he had a dream, in this dream, he saw the familiar figure again, the divine power that belonged to him - Fei Lian.

He has experienced so much and endured so much, he has a lot to say to Fei Lian, but in the end, it converges into his mouth, and he only releases five words.

"I'm still alive."

……

"Woohoo!"

The beast's roar woke him up, and it seemed that the brawl was over.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to survive. ”

What survived the brawl was not the behemoth of the tundra overlord, but a white rhinoceros, only covered in scarlet blood.

He didn't remember ever going to the White Rhinoceros, but it must have happened to pass by the place where he had placed the Bewildered Grass, and the Bewildered Grass led it there.

It's a shame to be in trouble.

He picked up a silver spear and jumped off the rock, landing in the chaotic snow arena.

The white rhinoceros was already very tired, having experienced such a terrible fight, and now there was another enemy, and it simply did not have the ability to fight again.

The white rhino barely supported his body, staring at the human warily.

He slowly approached the white rhino and stretched out his palm...... Patted on the head of the white rhino.

"Go home, you're trying your best to survive."

He didn't know who he was saying this, at least the white rhino couldn't understand human language.

He turned to leave, the permafrost white rhinoceros is a herbivore, only eats wild fruits and grasses, and does not pose a threat to him, so there is no need to kill it.

Some of the carcasses in this area can be used as raw materials to make equipment, and some can be processed and used as food, so you can't waste any visible resources to survive in the permafrost.

He had lost track of time, because every day was so fulfilling and exciting, and he couldn't stop thinking about how to make better traps, how to make better weapons, how to hunt down prey more conveniently, and he had to never stop thinking about these questions except for sleeping time.

Because this is the basic reason for his survival and the only way he survives in the tundra, he has forgotten a lot of what he once was.

Even forgetting that he was a human being.

……

Today, as he always searches for prey, his beast-like senses allow him to spot the turmoil not far away.

I have to say that it is a little strange, in his perception, this battle situation is rather chaotic, like a group of small beasts attacking a frozen earth beast.

However, the small beast herds of the Tundra generally do not choose to attack the Tundra Behemoths, and even when they are hungry, they would rather go hungry first and then seek out the weaker other beasts to attack.

After all, the frozen earth giant beast is the overlord of the frozen soil, and the price to pay to deal with the frozen soil giant beast is too high, even the snow wolf with the highest hunting ability in the frozen soil group has to kill and injured at least half of the people to deal with a giant beast, and this price is by no means willing to be borne by the wolves.

He was still going to take a look, because no matter what the situation, he could go and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

After all, he's a beast in the tundra.