The night was very long, and the dark clouds that had been hanging in the sky finally dispersed, allowing people to see the most beautiful starry sky in the world. The vast sea of stars seemed ancient and mysterious, and suddenly, the light and shadow in the sky flashed, like fireworks, like dazzling stunts, it was the Northern Lights, one of the most beautiful landscapes in the Arctic region.

The Northern Lights flashed from the sky, some in the form of bands, some radial, and the entire canopy, illuminating the dark and cold Arctic night as if it were day. Vincent tilted his head and looked at this spectacle in the air, and his heart was in a trance. This beautiful scenery that can only be seen at the poles can not be seen in China, and after coming to Europe for so long, Vincent is also the first time to set foot in the North Pole, and it is the first time to see such a spectacle.

Just as Vincent was completely intoxicated by this great spectacle of nature, the dreadclawed tiger, which had just fallen asleep on the ground, was suddenly awakened, and it lowered its head and let out a low roar like warning. Vincent's gaze was cold, and he quickly noticed something strange when he retracted his mind, and the corners of his mouth crossed a cold arc, it seems that tonight is destined to be a quiet night.

Vincent walked out of the room gently, not disturbing Amis, who was still asleep, Amis had obviously relaxed a lot since the addition of the Dreadclaw, because the Dreadclaw's perception was no worse than hers. The reason why the female dreadclaw tiger didn't find Vincent and Amis in the first place was because Vincent's hidden methods were skillful, and Amis didn't know what the reason was, and she was born to avoid other people's perceptions.

Walking outside to the snow, Vincent jumped lightly and jumped onto the roof, through the aurora that flashed in the air from time to time, Vincent could clearly see that about 4 kilometers to the east, more than 20 dwarves were jumping and quickly approaching in his direction.

The Dreadclaw Tiger that came to him at some point let out a low roar in the direction of the corpses, only to see that its green eyes in the night revealed a cold killing intent, it seemed that it had already taken action against these uninvited guests who invaded its territory and disturbed its sleep.

Vincent smiled mockingly and muttered, "Scout? Or are you looking for the dead? It's really hard to stop. ”

The dwarves were very fast, 4 kilometers was only a few minutes for them, and they were soon out of the settlement. The smell of the living creatures on Vinson and the Dreadclaw suddenly excited them, and they roared and leaped quickly in Vincent's direction.

Vincent's eyes were cold, and he pulled out the dagger tied to his boots, and rushed towards the group of dwarves with the dagger in his hand, while the dreadclaw tiger roared and pounced on one of the dwarves.

The Dreadclaw's attack is simple and straightforward, it only needs to pounce on a dwarf, stretch out its broad front paws, and slap it the back. Its slap of several tons can easily smash the dwarf's spine to pieces, and every time it turns, the tail behind it like a steel whip will be fiercely pumped towards the dwarf who is closer to it, as long as it is pumped by its tail, the dwarf will make a heart-scratching bone cracking sound, and then I will see the drawn dwarf lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, unable to move.

Compared to the simple and direct killing of the Dreadclaw, Vincent's methods are obviously much more gentlemanly, he is like a man dancing the ballroom dance, dashing through the corpses, whenever he passes, the dwarf corpse next to him will have a dazzling blood flower on the neck.

It turns out that simple and effective kills are much more effective than fancy tricks, and Vincent, after killing 6 dwarves beautifully, is depressed to find that the dagger in his hand is actually curled. The dwarf's skin was so hard that a rifle could not penetrate it, and Vincent would have to use a great deal of strength to cut its throat with an ordinary dagger, but the dagger was obviously not hard enough to withstand this force.

Vincent threw the dagger casually, annoyed in his heart, at this time he once again missed the broken triangular army stab, that guy is so good, when dealing with zombies, poke a hole, it doesn't take too much effort, simple and efficient.

Suddenly, Vincent's eyes lit up, and he saw a half-meter-long, rusty steel bar lying under the eaves not far from him. One end of the steel bar has been sharpened, and it is clear that someone had used it as a weapon before.

Vincent rolled on a donkey and rolled over to pick up the rebar, but he didn't dare to be handsome anymore, the strength of the rebar was not as strong as the dagger. But for Vincent, this steel bar was much easier to use than a dagger, because except for the lack of blood grooves, it was about the same length and weight as the three-edged army spike he had broken before.

He held the steel bar in his right hand and rushed into the corpse group quickly, and suddenly his eyes were cold, and the steel bar in his hand came out of his hand and was fiercely nailed into the eye socket of a short corpse man who jumped high towards him next to him. Purple blood and white brains flowed out of the brown rusty steel bars in an instant, and the dwarf who was hit slammed backwards by inertia, and then fell straight down.

But before it hit the ground, Vincent had already deceived him, pulled out the steel bar in his eye, and regardless of the white and purple blood that came out of its wound, he backhanded the steel bar into the eye socket of another corpse.

Vincent, who changed his weapon, instantly became swift, and the steel bar in his hand was like a living thing, quickly and accurately inserted into the eyes of the corpses, because the steel bars did not have blood grooves, the corpses did not bleed as much as the use of military thorns, and after each attack, only a gurgling black hole would be left in the corpses' eye sockets.

The killing came and went quickly, and in less than 3 minutes of fighting, more than 20 dwarf corpses all fell to the ground. Compared to Vincent's seemingly bloody killing method, the Dreadclaw's method of killing the corpse is called true cruelty. Although the corpses killed by the Dreadclaw did not let them shed a drop of blood, none of their bodies were intact, one by one twisted strangely, and some even folded their bodies back 90 degrees, apparently its spine was completely shattered by the Dreadclaw.

There are a lot of wolves on the mountain, so there is no need for them to deliberately clean the battlefield, as long as they leave, the corpses of these corpses will naturally all enter the stomachs of the wolves. The skin of the corpse is very tough when it is alive, but as long as it dies, it will become very ordinary people, if there is a difference, that is, the skin of the corpse is like cowhide, and it will be more difficult to chew.