The snow was falling and the wind was biting.

In the vast snow, five huge beast shadows were flying rapidly.

They have black and white fur, and they have the body of a white tiger but have a pair of huge wings, their wings are shaped like the wings of a crane, the tips of the wings are pitch black, and the wings are silvery.

High in the air, they fly against the wind, with a four-meter-long body and wings that are more than eight meters outstretched, and their size is equal to that of the Xuanyi leopard.

Five silver-winged tigers flew in a herringbone formation.

"Boss, I smell blood."

One of them, the silver-winged tiger on the far right side of the tail said to the leader with its mouth open.

The silver-winged tiger at the head had a long, bald scar on its face, and it fell to the ground with a single sprint.

The smell of blood is very light, and the little brother can smell the smell of blood, how can it not smell it as the leading tiger.

What is most lacking in the heavy snow season is, of course, food, and the smell of blood represents the taste of food.

The five-headed silver-winged tiger quickly fell into the snow.

The snow that had just fallen was soft and could not bear their large size, but the snow had already been squeezed into snow blocks a few days ago, and the load-bearing capacity was quite good.

Buried in the snow, they swept away the soft snow at the top with a few flicks of their wings, and stood on the hard layer of snow mixed with ice and snow, and the tiger led by the tiger poked its head into the huge snow cave in front of them.

This big straight hole is the outlet that Han Shuang dissolved with the fire spirit cover.

In the huge hole, a snow wolf lay motionless in a pool of blood, not knowing whether it was alive or dead, and the smell of blood emanated from it.

The silver-winged tiger at the head saw that there was something to eat, and immediately turned into a human form and jumped down from the hole, and the four heads behind him also followed closely after the red stripes that turned into human shapes.

When they came to the cave and they were ready to eat, they saw the lying silver wolf suddenly stand up, and it turned out to be alive.

Yi didn't know how he came back to life, he felt that the hole in his chest that had been poked out when he was about to die suddenly cooled, and then the wound miraculously recovered in a cool and stinging feeling.

In addition to the fact that too much blood loss made him dizzy and dizzy for a long time, all the physical pain was gone, and even a scar not long ago was restored.

He was amazed in his heart, thinking that it was the beast god who sensed his pain, so he sent a miracle to save him.

No sooner had he recovered from his weakness than he noticed the approach of the strange orc, and he knew his situation, so he stood up with his weak body.

Looking at the five silver-haired naked males surrounding him, he showed two sharp teeth and said viciously: "I am an orc favored by the beast god, don't think about attacking my idea." ”

He was also sick and rushed to the doctor, wanting to use the beast god to scare away these fierce male orcs.

Among the five silver-haired males surrounding him, a pair of light blue eyes with a hideous scar on his face gave birth to a hint of teasing: "Oh~ Then tell me how the beast god takes care of you, how about you let him take care of me." ”

His words were like a prelude to a cat playing with a mouse, but Ke Yi explained with a serious face: "I know you don't believe it, but just now I almost died, and when I had only my last breath, the wound suddenly miraculously healed, and now there is not even a single scar left, the blood stains on the ground are proof, ordinary orcs have died long ago after so much blood." ”

He was right, this miraculous phenomenon could only be explained by the favor of the beast god, and with the reverence of the orcs for the beast god, he felt that he could rely on the deterrence of the beast god to save the day.