Under the beautiful ionization streamer, there is a vast sea of snow connecting to the sky.

This white sea, because it is too pure to show a crystal light blue, the sea is a snow wave without waves, and the wind blows away some snow flakes from the snow waves from time to time, as if blowing away the foam on the waves.

If you don't pay attention, you won't notice that at the junction of this sea of snow and the cliff in the distance, there is a small white dot that is moving swiftly and quickly against the rugged rock.

Soon after, several black shadows appeared where the white dot had moved, and they hung behind the white dot in front of them quickly and with difficulty, slowly shortening the distance between them and the white figure in front.

The white dot finally jumped down from the junction of the cliff and the sea of snow, and as soon as it came into contact with the sea of snow, I saw that the white dot had significantly increased its speed, and it became more and more clear.

It was a man who was moving quickly using a portable sled, wearing a pure white snow combat suit, and the white fur of an unknown species on the combat uniform wrapped around his thin face,

White goggles take up about a third of the thin face, and the short, stiff gray hair is seen upward.

As he came to the sea of snow and started the portable sled, his movement speed increased significantly, and there was no trace of relaxation on his face.

Because the shadows behind him also jumped out of the rugged rocks covered in snow and ice.

As soon as they stepped onto the sea of snow, the speed of those black shadows also increased significantly.

At this time, the black shadow closely following behind him was clearly projected by the tactical glasses into the eyes of the person who was quickly sliding the portable sled to escape.

Four jumping insects the size of a racehorse, led by the one, were constantly vibrating the three false wings on their backs to accelerate.

The other three wingless ones were rapidly dancing several pairs of arthropods on their abdomen, their legs as sharp as short spears, and each time they kicked the ground, they pierced a deep hole in the snow sea ice field.

"Traps have only been used twice, and they've learned to probe the ground while they're now ...

It's a good thing I didn't bet all my treasure on it!

Postman, Plan B Launched! ”

"Roger, be careful yourself!"

When the answer came from the earphones of the gray-haired man in white, he had already made a sharp turn and slid from the sea of snow to the mirror-like ice lake beside him.

"Remember, don't attack directly, don't lure those guys in!"

The gray-haired man slid quickly across the mirror-like lake, yelling into the headset.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past his left ear, and he refocused his attention and made a quick stop to his right.

This blast of wind was all too familiar to the Greyhair, it was the wind pressure caused by the fluttering movements of the Winged Predators, and their leaps were terrifying, and he and his people had suffered a great loss before.

But for him now, it's not an unusual attack.

In a sharp turn, he glanced at the four jumping insects that were closely following behind him.

Three Winged Predators, one Wind Slayer.

The gray-haired man jerked away the portable jet sled on the soles of his shoes and turned to face the big black insects that were adjusting their direction.

The winged jumping insect that had just swooped into the air plunged headlong into the snow waves.

When it pulled its head out, the big insect shook the snow off its body and turned to look at the gray-haired man who had stopped.

The other three jumping insects, which were closely following the winged insect, also stopped suddenly, pierced their front legs on the ice, and drew a semicircle with their hind legs, instantly adjusting the direction of their running.

"Okay, I've run so far,

Even if those high-end goods are lurking and tracking,

I won't be here anytime soon... “

Just as the gray-haired man was talking to the headset, the winged jumping insect had already rubbed its wings, and its hind limbs pressed down heavily on its body, and the thick hind legs and limbs could faintly see the huge explosive power hidden in them.

"Buzz",

Led by the winged hoppers, four large insects catapulted at the gray-haired man at the same time.

The man also gave a short command into his headset.

"Fire!"

As the gray-haired man fired, he saw more than a dozen high-energy laser beams on the distant hillside behind him on the mirror-like ice beside him.

None of these beams were aimed at the jumping insects, but they were all refracted on the bodies of the jumping insects.

At the same time, the reflection points on the ice surface also began to melt due to the excessive energy, and the thick ice layer was melted out of a large semi-fluid area in an instant.

The man in gray raised his left wrist and stared at the body of the jumping insects that were piercing through the air by the high-energy laser refracted from the surface of the lake, while staring at the spiritual wave detector in his hand.

I saw that the value of the detector sometimes turned yellow, sometimes it turned green.

It wasn't until the corpses of the jumping insects fell into the air and fell onto the melted ice slag that the detector's value stabilized in green.

"Alright, they didn't find out, these four are enough to eat for a while! Come here."

The gray-haired man finished speaking as he moved the windshield goggles on his face to his forehead.

Under the hillside behind them, more than a dozen snowmobiles have already driven over, and the convoy in the distance is bursting into all kinds of happy jubilation, as if the harvest of this hunt is very important to them.

"Good luck Garbo! If it weren't for your luck, we wouldn't be alive today, brother! “

The postman's voice came from the headset, mixed with the shouting of a few other familiar young men.

"How many times have I told you, postman, how can there be such a thing as luck in this world?

If you can prepare as much as I do, and plan well, you will also be called lucky!!。 “

The gray-haired Garbo has never been in a position to be with his best brothers.

Those guys tend to think that success is a desperate fight rather than a plan.

"Hahaha, Garbo, it's not us who said you inherited the god of luck!

Let's go eat meat in the evening, you go and reason with the elders! “

The convoy was getting closer and closer, and the other party turned off the intercom, but Garbo still squinted, looking at the cliff where he had attracted those bugs, and muttered in pieces:

"If only I really had the legacy of the god of luck ...

Will I still take you to this hellish place, and live a life where you will lose your life at any time? . . “