The fierce and furious roar of the beast rang in his ears without interruption, and the blazing flames danced wildly before his eyes like a storm. There is only this absurd and frightening scene in the darkness of the www.biquge.info of the pen, fun, and pavilion, all of which makes Hiko, who is in the middle of it, feel the deepest fear.

It was real fear, a suffocating sensation like a tide drowning the helpless. Being in the midst of it, Hiko could only feel the helplessness and pain that he couldn't help himself. He wanted to move, but he couldn't even move his body, he wanted to call out, but he couldn't make even the slightest sound.

Everything was as if he had been lying in a hospital bed, powerless and desperate. It was even more bleak than it was then, because he was completely powerless at the moment.

And at this moment, an unusually majestic roar came from his ears. The cold light tore apart everything in front of him like lightning in the darkness. It was a sharp edge from above the blade, and when it suddenly flashed, a deafening roar burst out of the darkness.

The flames began to shoot wildly in front of him, and through the scarlet flames, Hikoko finally saw what was in front of him. It was a monster with its head exposed, but it was already extremely terrifying. It was now growing its three large mouths, spitting flames and letting out a terrible roar.

And in front of this monster, a small figure for this monster, but unusually tall for Hiko, stood in front of Hiko. The cold and broad sword was held tightly in his right hand, while his left hand was already empty. The smell of gunsmoke and blood continued to escape from his body, permeating Hiko's nose. He immediately had an unimaginable anger and impulse.

He wanted to rush up and grab the man who wanted to hit the stone with an egg, to see what he really was. But as he desperately took his steps, the thick darkness had enveloped him.

From the soles of my feet came the feeling of falling like a bottomless abyss, and in the face of this violent feeling of weightlessness. Yan suddenly let out a loud cry and sat up violently.

The nightmare suddenly woke up, and Yan was already in a cold sweat while his heart palpitated. He fumbled his way up a cup from his bedside and poured down a large mouthful of cold water before he managed to calm his mind.

At this time, he noticed that the fire in the pond next to his bed had been extinguished at some point. When the hot and dry temperature began to fade from this room, Hiko's deepest feeling was the biting cold.

Twelve years have passed, though. For him, this biting cold was already something he was used to. When everything becomes commonplace, it means that this cold has penetrated into your blood and has become an inseparable part of your life.

This was the first skill that Hiko learned in his second life, adapting to the cold. The cold of the Arest Icefield is a natural force that can freeze the soul and blood, and ordinary people cannot set foot in this sacred and noble land. However, as a Nord who has lived in this sacred land for generations, Hiko already has the ability to turn the cold into a power flowing in his blood.

The Nord people are never afraid of hardship, because they have already developed the strongest physique and the most tenacious will in the harshest environment. Even with only half Nord blood flowing in his body, Hiko has inherited this special nature.

However, if you can make yourself comfortable. Even the Nord people, who grew up in the cold, will spare no effort to do the best they can.

Hiko is like that, he is not a person who can treat himself badly. So when his body instinctively struck a spirit because of the cold, he immediately lifted the thick animal skin on his body, put on his leather boots, and walked to the edge of the charcoal fire.

Pick up a stone that is full of pits, but reveals a bright red hue. With a little force, it was crumpled into powder like crispy masonry. When the powder of the stone came into contact with the charcoal that had already been accumulated below, a fierce flame suddenly grew out of thin air.

The rising flames lit up everything in the room, and at the edge of the flames, a young man no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with a deep look in his eyes, was squinting his eyes slightly, adding firewood to the flames little by little. He was very skillful in his movements, and before the flames were extinguished, he had already lit the new firewood, which burned meekly like domestic pets.

The boy on the edge of the flame is Wang Yan, and now he has only one name. Most of the Nords have only one word of title, and coincidentally, he has the same name in this life as in the previous life, which has to be said to be a kind of luck. And even more fortunately, as the so-called information integration said, he is now very healthy, beyond the health of ordinary people. This was what he had dreamed of in the past, so now he naturally cherishes this hard-won new life very much. Although it is a little uncomfortable to start all over again, Hiko, who has long been alone, is still used to this kind of life.

It's just a pity that the conditions are too difficult.

Touching his belly, the slight trembling that kept making it clear to Hiko, this growing body desperately needed some food. But Yan, who knows the current situation very well, understands one thing, that is, there is really no extra food in this family.

Through the thick walls made of boulders, you can clearly hear the cry of a blizzard from the outside. In such weather, not to mention looking for food, even going out is a huge problem. And this bad weather has lasted for twenty days and nights.

The environment of Arister is so harsh that almost every Nord person has grown up in this environment. Endure everything in the cold, even hunger. However, Hikoko clearly did not intend to endure any longer. After being without food for so many days, it will only be self-defeating to endure like this. Especially in this kind of situation where he is the only one in the family, hard resistance will really lead to death.

So, in the spirit of survival. Hiko decided to put it together. Braving a blizzard to see if any of the traps you've laid down have caught your prey. If you're lucky, the food has landed in the last few days. And if not, then you can't wait in this place.

It is much better to go to the village and find acquaintances to order something to eat than to starve to death here like this. It's a bit hard to talk about, but sometimes it's something you can't do.

And just as he was about to go out, a thick, low sound of the door opening came violently from the direction of the gate. This made Hiko wonder at once, at this time, who else came to his house? Picking up the hammer he usually used for work, Hiko pushed open the small door of his room and walked in the direction from which the sound came.

There was still a little residual heat in the center of the lobby, and the fire in the somewhat gloomy room radiated a dark red glow, which allowed Hiko to barely see the contents of the room. For everything here, Hiko, who has lived for more than ten years, can be said to be very familiar. So just by glancing over, he found something that wasn't supposed to be in the room.

A large black shadow huddled in the corner, and through the faint light of the starry fire, Hiko could barely see the silhouette of the black shadow rising and falling in an orderly manner, as if it were breathing. And when he heard the heavier and more pronounced sound of heavy breathing, he was even more sure of the idea. What the hell is this? Hiko, who had a bunch of fantasies in his mind for a moment, pondered for a moment, then clenched the hammer in his hand and cautiously approached it.

This is his home, in his father's absence. As the only man in the family, he has a responsibility to protect everything here. The Nord man is not a bad seed, it doesn't matter what the hell he is, he will do it first.

More than ten years of living habits have allowed Yan to cultivate the blood that a Nord man should have, and in front of this creature who trespassed into his home without consent, he didn't say a word, and smashed the hammer into the head of the black shadow.

The hammer in his hand is a two-handed sledgehammer for forging pig iron, and it is very heavy, and it is naturally very lethal when used as a weapon. So when he exerted all his strength and smashed it hard against the black shadow curled up there, it immediately caused the huge creature to let out a deafening roar.

It was the roar of a ferocious beast, and from the moment he heard it, Hiko knew what kind of guy he was provoking.

The Icefield is one of the most remote and dangerous places in the world. The environment here is extremely harsh, and the perennial wind and snow make every creature here tested. Those who can survive are almost impossible to have weak people. This is true of the Nords, as are the other creatures that live on this ice field. And among them, the Wasteland Bear is definitely one of the most dangerous creatures in the entire Asgardian Ice Field.

This large carnivore, which grows up to three meters tall and stands upright even six meters away, can definitely be said to be at the top of the biological chain on this ice field. Even the best Nord warriors would not be willing to provoke such a huge and strong beast.

Once this kind of thing starts to go wild, even four or five elite samurai who are heavily armed are not necessarily his opponents. And now, for twelve-year-old Hiko to face such a beast in such a sudden situation, it can be said that he is playing with his life.

When you wake up, you have to face this terrible thing. Even those Nords who have a lot of nerves may not be able to withstand this kind of psychological impact. But Hiko behaved very calmly. As a human being, he naturally cherished life, but he was not afraid of death.

The more he was in this dangerous situation, the calmer he became. And calmness, he directly seized the fleeting opportunity, and before the wasteland bear could get up from the ground, he slammed his hammer on its head again.

The huge hammer and the hard head of the Wasteland Bear slammed together, and in that crisp and oozing sound, Hiko's hands were numb from the force of the shock, but the Wasteland Bear was also staggered by the sudden heavy blow, and his whole body began to appear a subtle imbalance.

It was almost certain that the Wilderness Bear, which didn't look as big as he thought, must have gone into a state of vertigo. And whether or not something can be done in this state is the key to whether Zhou Yi can solve it.

Although the situation is a bit crisis, Hiko thinks clearly. And taking advantage of this short opportunity, he had already thrown the hammer in his hand, picked up a sharp sword that had not yet been polished on the iron felt, put on a posture, and stared at the enemy in front of him.

The weapon in his hand was a traditional Nord weapon that had not yet been fitted with a hilt. The Nord tradition is huge, hard and heavy. And such a weapon is too big for a twelve-year-old kid like Hiko. But it can't be helped, because here and now, there is really no more room to choose. Only such a weapon can cause effective damage, and only such a thing can deal with such a beast.

After all, Yan is still just a teenager, and even if he has developed indomitable perseverance in such a difficult environment, his strength is not enough in the end. According to the Enodrians, he was not old enough to wield a weapon. He had not yet opened his muscles, and even if he picked up such a weapon, he had no ability to drive it at all. At best, he was a one-hit.

After a blow, whether there is still any strength left behind is simply a question.

However, this is all something to consider later. The Nords have always been a series that looks down on life and death, so with a sword in hand, Hiko didn't think much about it at all, straightened his big sword and launched a charge towards the still shaky wasteland bear.

With the courage of his blood, his speed was as fast as flying. It can be said that it is as unstoppable as an arrow from the string. Before he could react, the wasteland bear in a daze had already stabbed the sword embryo in his hand into his chest.

The subtle touch from the sword made him know that his sword had torn its fur, but soon an obscure sense of obscurity made him feel that his sword did not seem to achieve the result he expected.

He thought he could pierce its heart with a sword and end it all. But it turned out that this was not the case at all! his blade only pierced through his fur and an indescribable layer of hard tissue, and then it was tightly controlled by its thick fat and muscle, and could no longer move forward.

At this time, the wasteland bear under the stimulation of severe pain was already ferocious, and with a loud roar, he waved a huge bear paw and slapped the little guy in front of him who had caused him pain.

The thick bear claws are full of hooked fingers like sharp razors, and its strong arms make this slap swing with a terrifying momentum. In the face of such a blow, Hikoko didn't think that his small body could withstand it. Therefore, he could only immediately withdraw his great sword and firmly block the thick sword body in front of him.

And this time, it can be said that he saved his life.

Although he had guessed that the power of the Wasteland Bear was amazing, when he knew that he had come into contact, he realized that this power was far beyond his imagination. With just a slap, he was directly slapped out with a sword. Even the whole person is like a tapestry, hanging directly on the wall.

Just as a moment, Hiko felt the bones all over his body moan in pain. With a single breath, he could feel the burning pain in his chest. An iron smell came up directly from under his mouthpiece, making him feel dizzy and want to vomit.

And compared to him, the Nord sword in his hand was even more miserable. From the position of the spine of the sword, the unfinished greatsword began to show noticeable bends and breaks. Cracks covered almost the entire blade, making it look like it was enough for anyone to know that it couldn't withstand even a single blow.

At this moment, Hiko finally understood why the wasteland bear was called a beast that could not be provoked casually in this bitter cold land. And by the time he found out, it seemed a little too late. Looking at the beast that had staggered to its feet, panting and red-eyed, it was approaching him step by step. Hiko clenched the hilt of the sword he held in his hand hard.

He had already made up his mind that even if he didn't want to fight for his life, he would let this animal lose two pieces of meat. There are no Nord men of any kind, only Nords who have died in battle! Even if he is only half of Nord blood, Hiko firmly believes this. He couldn't disgrace his father, so fighting to the death was already his only option.