It was just before dawn, when it was darkest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When the lord of the night sky, the full moon, which was as big as a temple, also hid in the clouds, and the earth was suddenly plunged into darkness and dead silence. Whether it is a limestone house, a gravel street, a frozen stream and a layer of snow, the same snow-white wilderness, and the overlapping mountains in the distance, all of them are all in chaos at this moment, and this silence is dyed by the deepest night.

After a while, snow began to fall in the sky again.

At first, it was only sparse and sparse, but when the wind was rough and fierce, it went down quickly. Soon the sky was full of snowflakes, fluttering in the wind and falling in all directions without a purpose.

The town of Rogue was "wrapped" in a thick layer.

The good weather of the past few weeks has made its streets and alleys colorful again, and now they will be pure white again.

However, the harsh weather was what Antoine expected.

The man, who was carrying a two-handed axe and had a hideous scar on the left side of his face, was crawling in the snow.

He was dressed in a thick white animal skin, and his limbs were pressed tightly to the ground at the moment. To keep him warm, he had a thick gray-white cloth under him, and a sack stuffed with shredded paper underneath the thick cloth. At the same time, he covered his back with a white sheepskin blanket and placed a broken fishing net decorated with dead branches and leaves.

The snow falling at the moment made him even more secluded.

Alva's eyes were already red, faintly emitting a red glow, like two sparkling rubies. The darkness around is vast, and under the action of these eyes, it seems to add a layer of strong light filter, turning into a black and white world in the morning and dusk. It's not very clear, but it's allowed him to make a general outline.

"Dark Vision", this is a special ability that his bloodline gives him.

The man who was lying in ambush in the snow was staring through the gap between the dead leaves on the top of the sheepfold that was not far away from the fence around it.

The area of this place is not small, there can be four or five acres, and there are more than 100 fat and strong sheep in it.

The woolly sheep is a very tall sheep, it is about the size of a goat, it can weigh hundreds of kilograms, and the male sheep has a pair of sickle-like horns on the top of his head. Although he looks more powerful, he has a very tame personality. As a furry animal, they produce dense, lustrous wool in the autumn without interruption. This is an excellent raw material for weaving wool, and it also saves the sheep from being slaughtered.

Suddenly, Alva's eyes narrowed!

He kept wrinkling his nose and smelled something strange.

After reviving his bloodline, his sense of smell is also unusually acute, no worse than that of ordinary hunting dogs.

Trying to feel the direction of the wind, the person looks towards his own upwind outlet.

With the help of dark vision, he spotted a hazy silhouette on the side of the sheepfold, which was completely transparent at once, completely different from the real images around him.

When he was surprised, this silhouette changed from virtual and solid, to a real giant wolf.

The words "hazy" suddenly appeared in Alva's mind.

He held his breath and waited for the uninvited guest to move.

The winter wolf he found was already fixed on the woolly sheep in the sheepfold as soon as he showed his figure by the sheepfold. This terrible wolf eye glowed a deep blue light in the darkness, like two faint ghost fires.

The woolly sheep violently stirred up because of its appearance. In the sound of "baa", "baa", the direction closest to the winter wolf in the sheepfold was suddenly vacated. All the sheep are squeezing back, trying to stay away from these two "ghost fires". But the next moment, the two ghost fires that made them tremble disappeared.

At the same time, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded.

With a force on all fours, the winter wolf's tall body crossed the three-meter-high fence. Now in the sheepfold, it struggled to suppress its urge to kill. Suddenly, it rushed towards the fattest one in the flock.

This winter wolf can be 1.7 meters tall at the shoulder and more than 4 meters long, which is a few points more burly than the average tall-headed horse. The woolly sheep, which was about the same size as it, was bitten by the neck in one shot, and then died of anger.

The heavy smell of blood spread through the sheepfold, making the remaining woolly sheep go crazy, and after a commotion they hid far away from the fence, trying to get farther away from the beast in the middle.

After glancing at them a few times, the winter wolf dragged his prey out of the sheepfold.

The way it walked was very special, and as soon as its strong neck was forced, the fat sheep that it bit was thrown out. It was thrown directly out of the fence, and when it finally landed, it could be more than ten meters away from the fence.

The woolly sheep weighed five or six hundred kilograms, the height of the wooden fence was about three meters, and the distance of being thrown away reached 20 meters. And all this was done with a shake of the head of the "hunter".

Alva, who was hiding in the snow, also looked cold when he saw all this.

Winter wolves with this kind of strength are usually the first wolves in their packs, and they are the most vigorous hunters in the wilderness, daring to challenge all the beasts in their territory. But such a powerful guy is so sneaky, which really makes him have a bad premonition.

The winter wolf did not care about his thoughts, and it leaped again into the field beyond the fence. Running to the side of the unfortunate sheep, it grabbed the opponent's neck again and threw the body of the prey on its back. Then spread your legs and run forward. The prey on its back weighed as much as it did, and only made its footprints a little deeper, and it had no effect on the rest of it.

It wasn't until it slowly disappeared into the wind and snow, turning into a tiny black dot in his eyes, that Alva lifted the sheepskin blanket from his back.

He couldn't help but grasp the handle of the two-handed giant axe behind his back, but he decided to follow.

Now the wind and snow are strong, and in just a few moments, the footprints of the winter wolf have been covered a lot. Seeing this, Alva, who was dressed in thick clothes, also took a deep breath and ran forward.

His legs were like the wind, and he was galloping at a speed of speed. But Alva knew that the wolf in front of him was a little faster than him.

A minute later, the Boundary Forest around Rogue Town came into his eyes.

In this cedar forest, there is hardly a tree below 40 meters in height. The smallest ones, with their thick stems, can be surrounded by five or six people. The trees grow so tightly together that they can barely accommodate one or two people walking side by side. That's what these behemoths are all about.

The width of the cedar forest has reached a certain level, which can effectively prevent the invasion of many species of giant beasts.

Outside the cultivated land around Rogue Town, a whole circle of cedar forests was planted, and no corner was spared. They are as old as the town's history. In fact, before the town was established, the seeds of the Kaisugi had been artificially sown in their current location. After more than ten years, they began to achieve success, and this wasteland circled by them was officially reclaimed.