Spring is the season of sowing for the farmer, but the season of harvest for the hunter! The beast, which has just woken up from hibernation, has gone through a cold winter, and its belly is already empty, and it comes out in groups in search of food. After the torment of winter, they become unusually weak, making it much less difficult to hunt.

If you're lucky, you might even be able to find the body of the monster. These corpses are all left behind by demonic beasts that can't survive the cold winter, and for hunters, each corpse of demonic beasts represents a big windfall. Of course, there are two sides to everything. That's right, at this time, both the Warcraft and the Beast had just woken up from hibernation and were extremely weak. But they are also more aggressive than ever. This is especially true around the Death Ice Field, where after a winter of blizzards and bitter cold, hungry monsters will even temporarily leave the Death Ice Field in search of food in search of food.

Every year at the beginning of spring, Namor Village organizes the young adults of the village to go out hunting. It was impossible for them, who were close to the Death Ice, to feed the entire village by farming. It is not much warmer than in the south, and it can be harvested several times a year. For them, being able to harvest once a year is already the limit. In addition, the climate here is not suitable for most crops, and only a few crops can survive here.

For the people here, fishing and hunting are their main sources of food. The beginning of spring every year is their grandest festival, and it is also God's compensation for their life in this bitter cold land. Because at the beginning of spring, they can easily get several times the usual prey. This is undoubtedly a very celebratory event for the people who live in the bitter cold land.

However, not everyone is so lucky at the beginning of spring. Although some people make a fortune by relying on the beginning of spring, there are also people who are unlucky enough to encounter high-level magical beasts that come out to forage for food, and they become the rations of magical beasts.

Norrie is an ordinary hunter in the village of Namor, and since he became an adult, he has participated in the spring hunt organized by the village every year at the beginning of spring. Because his family has been hunters living here for generations, he knows the habits of monsters very well, and every year during spring hunting, he can avoid danger in advance and find a rich harvest.

However, Norrie's previous gains seem to have drained his good fortune. As soon as the cold winter passed, he took the young men of his family to participate in the spring hunt organized by the village. This year, he plans to use the harvest of the spring hunt to buy a generous dowry for his daughter. The little girl who would only lie in his arms back then is now at the age of marriage.

"Uncle Norrie, look... You see... What's that..." A young man wrapped in a bear's skin whispered to Norrie, and the whole group became agitated at the same time.

Norrie, who was wandering in the world, heard this, looked up, and suddenly his heart trembled, and his soul was almost scared away. In the distance, a group of snow-white wolves, all the size of calves, were staring at them. Snow wolves, and hungry snow wolves.

These snow wolves have just woken up from a long hibernation, and this is the time when they are at their hungries, and they definitely don't mind having a feast of human flesh at this time. To be honest, snow wolves are actually not too strong magical beasts here, and their average strength is only at the fourth order, which is a little stronger than polar penguins. However, the snow wolf has never been a solitary monster, and their consistent style is to win by numbers. With a large number of snow wolf packs, even high-level demonic beasts are not willing to provoke.

There are not many snow wolves that appear in front of everyone in Namor Village, there are only about a dozen, and they can only barely be regarded as wolves. A wolf pack of this size doesn't even have a wolf king, and the danger is basically harmless among the snow wolf pack. However, this harmlessness is only for high-level magical beasts and high-level magicians. For these ordinary hunters, not to mention the snow wolf pack, even if there is only one snow wolf, they cannot fight it. They are just ordinary people, even if they take weapons, they can deal with beasts, and they can't hurt monsters.

"Uncle Norrie, what now?" the timid hunter was already so frightened that he was about to cry, and his voice trembled. "What else can I do, I can't run away. Otherwise, we'll fight them. A grumpy hunter suggested. "No, our bows and hunting knives won't hurt them at all, and a rash attack will only provoke them. The hunter, who had calmed a little calmer, stopped immediately. "Uncle Norrie, come up with an idea. ”

"What else can I come up with? I can only resign myself to fate. Norrie looked desperately at the approaching snow wolves. Muttered to himself. Years of hunting experience have made him very aware of how terrifying the snow wolf pack is. If no miracle happens, none of these people will want to escape. As for miracles, if they are so easy to happen, then they are not called miracles.

The ferocious snow wolf roared and rushed over, and while charging, he also used his magic power to put on a layer of solid ice armor for himself. Seeing this, hunters who had already become frightened birds plucked up their courage and began to shoot with their bows and crossbows. Dense arrows shot angrily at the snow wolf.

However, no matter how you say it, the snow wolf is also a fourth-order demonic beast, how can it be something that a few ordinary hunters can deal with. The powerful arrow shot at the ice armor, and it was bounced away with just a soft "ding" sound. Ordinary arrows can't hurt snow wolves at all, they only anger them.

The attack was ineffective, but the snow wolf was enraged, and everyone was desperate! The only weapons in their hands were bows and arrows and hunting knives, and bows and arrows were useless, so should they use hunting knives used to skin and cut flesh to cut and stab?

"Whew..."

"Ahhhh

The long, mournful wolf howl was mixed with screams, and the young hunters standing at the front were pounced on by the snow wolf one after another, and the sharp wolf teeth directly pierced their throats. Ignoring their feeble resistance, the hungry snow wolf cared for tearing off pieces of flesh from their prey. The sharp hunting knife kept stabbing at the ice armor, but it was doomed to be in vain, and the blade without magic could not break through the ice armor's protection.

The attack was carried out with all their might, but it did not have any effect at all, which made all the villagers lose their courage. Some screamed and ran, others frantically attacked with bows and crossbows, and many more were so frightened that they couldn't move and collapsed to the ground in despair. Speaking of which, these snow wolves are also cunning, they do not attack indiscriminately, but are prepared to kill those who flee and those who attack. While hunting their prey to their heart's content, they also surround all the villagers, intentionally or unintentionally.

It's over!

Old Norrie closed his eyes in despair, these greedy brutes clearly wanted to turn all of them into food, and none of them planned to let go.

"Whew..."

Suddenly, old Norrie heard a terrible and rapid wolf howl in his ears! This time the wolf howl was different from the previous one, it sounded very urgent, full of caution and vigilance. It's like... Alerts the same!

Could it be that these damn beasts are in trouble?

Old Norrie slowly opened his eyes, but saw that all the snow wolves had stopped eating at some point, and they all looked in one direction vigilantly, baring their fangs and constantly letting out a low growl, looking very nervous. Old Norrie looked curiously in the direction of the snow wolf pack, only to see a strange procession approaching his side.

It's not quite accurate to say that it is a team, it should be a huge sleigh pulled by a team of monsters. There was a lot of stuff on the sled, but he couldn't see what it was because it was too far away. At the very front of the sleigh, a figure can be seen dimly.

Could it be a caravan? Old Norrie immediately denied his guess, how could a caravan come here, and judging from the direction, this person should have come from the Death Ice Field, and it could never be a caravan. What's more, no caravan would be as small as a single sled. Could it be that the magician is cultivating in the Death Ice Field? But isn't it just the beginning of spring? How can a magician come out of the Death Ice Field? At this time, it should be the time for the magician to enter the Death Ice Field. However, if the person who came was really a magician who cultivated in the Death Ice Field, he might be saved.

In the anticipation of Old Norrie and the villagers, and the vigilance of the snow wolves, the sleigh is getting closer and closer, and it is almost as if it is coming directly towards this side.

The sleigh was getting closer, and Old Norrie was able to see the people on the sleigh. He was sure that the man who came here was definitely a powerful magician. This is no ordinary sled, the entire sled is made up of a single piece of ice. Even the monster pulling the sled is not a real monster, but an ice beast made entirely of ice. This kind of magic, he had seen it when he was in the village, it was a magic that only high-level magicians could use.

Although there is a certain difference between the person standing on the sleigh and the high-level magician that old Norrie remembers, he is too young. And he doesn't dress like a magician, but like a wild man living on an ice field. That's right, it's a wild man! The man looked clean, but he wasn't wearing the magic robes that magicians were used to, or even normal clothes, and his body was wrapped in a whole piece of animal skin. If it weren't for that sled, old Norrie would never have thought of him as a noble magician.

This person who looks more like a savage than a magician is Han Feng, who was forced by a snowstorm and had to stay in the Death Ice Plain for three more months. During the more than three years of cultivating in the Death Ice Field, all the clothes he brought with him were scrapped. Some were destroyed in the battle, and some were also in tatters. In addition, he never came out of the Death Ice Field, so he couldn't replenish it if he wanted to. Therefore, he simply used animal skins as clothes and made do with them.

Coincidentally, as soon as the snowstorm stopped, the vengeful Han Feng hurriedly took the luggage he had already packed and set off for Jianghai City. said that it was luggage, but in fact, it was the materials he had obtained from hunting demonic beasts in the Death Ice Field over the years, as well as some rare treasures obtained in the Death Ice Field. Because of the limited space of the sled, he could not take it all with him, so he could only pick the most precious part of it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he ran out of the range of the Death Ice Field, he encountered Old Norrie and his party being attacked by snow wolves. Although Han Feng was anxious to take revenge, he couldn't do such a thing as not saving him when he saw death, and it didn't take much time to deal with a dozen snow wolves, so he should just move his muscles and bones.

After a short period of thought, Han Feng finally couldn't harden his heart and controlled the ice beast to approach Old Norrie's side. Han Feng got closer and closer to the snow wolf pack, and their reactions became bigger and bigger, and they were even ready to move.

Yo, it looks like they're really hungry, they should be able to smell the scent of high-level demonic beasts, and they dare to bark their teeth at me. You know, among the materials behind me, there are a lot of high-level demonic beasts. No matter, it's just a few little wolf cubs, let's get rid of it quickly.

Dealing with a few fourth-order demonic beasts, Han Feng didn't even have the desire to make a move. However, the snow wolves didn't care about this, as soon as Han Feng entered the attack range, they rushed to attack.

With a chuckle, Han Feng didn't even raise his hand, and countless sharp ice spears appeared out of thin air, nailing the pounced snow wolf to the ground. The invincible snow wolf pack in the eyes of Old Norrie couldn't even make a move in Han Feng's hands, and the whole army was wiped out.

After completely destroying the snow wolf pack, Han Feng had no intention of stopping, he didn't even slow down, and swept past Old Norrie and them at a gallop, as if nothing had happened, he was just passing by. In fact, for Han Feng, this is really not much different from passing by.

Until Han Feng's sleigh was gone, Old Norrie and the others had not come back to their senses. In this short period of time, they can be said to have walked on the brink of death. First of all, they were unlucky enough to meet the snow wolves, and they were all desperate, thinking that they were all going to die here. Unexpectedly, a high-level magician was killed halfway through, and all the snow wolves were killed at once.

Just when they were glad that they had picked up a life, the magician who killed the snow wolf pack didn't care about his people at all, and he didn't stop collecting materials, and just passed by. Perhaps, the magician didn't look down on these dozen snow wolves at all, but this was not something they could manage, and they were not interested in knowing. They only knew that all the dozen or so snow wolves belonged to their own people. That's a lot of money!

For them, it was all like a dream, full of unreality. If it weren't for the fact that many of their companions who came out together had died in the mouths of the snow wolf, they would have wanted to cheer and celebrate.