Winter with only the sound of a cold wind whistling, when the first dim rays of sunlight shone into the cave, Riga immediately woke up from his slumber. Supporting his body with one hand, the hunter slowly pulled his other hand out of the fur covering his body. He rubbed his eyes sluggishly and turned his head to the side. But there was no one lying on it anymore, and only the faint glow of the reflected ghostly shadows of dancing ghosts remained on the smooth rocks.

"Gal, Gal. With a few gentle kicks on his companion's shoulder, the warm soles of his feet covered with a full snow badger skin shouted, and Riga shouted in a warm, moist voice. Although the cold air was uncomfortable for him, the hunter took the opportunity to exhale the turbid heat that had accumulated in his chest during the long night.

"Hmm, damn it. Can't you let me sleep a little longer?" Gal muttered as he turned around with his eyes closed. But Riga kept kicking his shoulders until the warrior reluctantly lifted his fur and sat up straight. "If it's not anything important, I'll be sure to sprinkle a little powder of snow wolf feces in your food bag. ”

"It's the Zart Patriarch. Ignoring Garl's jokes, Riga got up from the wide fur bunk. He touched the ground where the old soldier had slept, only to find that it was already cold. "He's been gone, for a long time. ”

"Oh, old Zart Patriarch, of course there is a reason why a warrior of his might be here. We weren't the reason for him to stay. Gal rubbed his eyes and glanced at the vacant spot, also a little disappointed. Zarte had taught them a lot of fighting techniques during their conversation last night, and they had also learned from the patriarch how to train themselves and advance to stronger warriors.

In the midst of the undisguised conversation between the two, the other Quaid warriors slowly woke up, including Reso, who had never woken up from his injuries.

"Ahh The warrior stiffened, but the wound made him scream in pain. "Damn the wound, I will definitely kill the snow wolf on the ice field in the future. He squirmed his chapped lips as hard as he looked like he was going to devour his foe alive.

Awakened, Reilly immediately sat up, taking a look to see if his tightly bandaged wound had cracked. At the same time, the wizard's apprentice asked Gal to fill his skin with hot spring water.

"Damn. Gal immediately glared at Reilly reluctantly, but under the red-haired boy's pleading gaze, the warrior could only get up from the fur he was sitting on, and lay down on the rocks beside the hot springs to draw water.

Fiddling with the clothes on Rayso's body with both hands, he rubbed his messy red hair with satisfaction and smirked a few times after carefully examining one side to make sure that no wounds had cracked. "It turns out that the herbs I picked yesterday really worked. 'Berserker' Blessing!"

Gal, who had just walked over with a water bladder, immediately stumbled, then crouched down and slapped Raiso on his wounded thigh. Amidst the screams of the wounded, he said with a strange expression, "You're not sure if the herbs you use are useful?"

"That's right. The red-haired boy winked innocently, "You know, I haven't been to a wizard for a long time. ”

In the red-haired boy's explanation, Resso's face turned red rapidly, then from red to white. Just as he seemed completely calm, a loud shout burst out of his throat, "Reilly, I'm going to shove your head in the asshole of the pig-beast!" ”

"Prepare breakfast, we're going to start looking for our way to the fortress. Eventually, Riga interrupts Rayso's curse with a low chuckle, allowing the awakened warrior to begin preparing things. Because there was still a lot of wolf meat left, these warriors directly put the rest on the rack and grilled it. The stench of beast flesh emanated from the flames, filling the entire cave, but the Riga did not change their faces in the slightest. In this case, being able to eat food is already satisfying for several people.

The frozen wolf meat quickly softened on the flames, and then a large amount of water and grease mixed and dripped off, making the firewood make a 'stinging' sound from time to time. The three warriors were spinning the barbecue in front of the fire, Gal and another warrior stood at the mouth of the cave looking out over the forest and hills in the distance, Rayleigh was busy changing the straps of Rayso, but Riga went out and hid in the pine forest. He was going to start exercising the same way as Zalte.

The hunter still remembered the surging Terran mercenaries in his mind, remembered the old look of the wizard when he died, and even he had imprinted the appearance of the Terran mage in his mind. He wanted to be strong, to repay the pain and hatred that the Terrans had inflicted on him. But it requires him to become a formidable Quaidraz, a true weapon of killing, the Bosque Warrior.

Standing in a low forest, the hunter bypassed a few pine trees about ten feet tall and found a slightly empty place. "Ahh

"Strong, strong, I want to be strong. Bloodshot eyes lifted to stare at a pine tree in the distance, and Riga began to imagine it as a Terran mage. He closed his eyes and began to think back to everything he had seen in the tribal camp.

In front of him, a powerful thunderbolt that seemed to tear through the sky appeared, and a magic orb that burned everything with heat. Then Riga opened his eyes, and his body suddenly rushed forward. The snow piled up on the ground and exploded like boiling water, leaving an afterimage of the hunter's body in the cold wind, and he slammed into the pine trees.

The brute force caused the pine trunk to let out a miserable 'squeak', and it fell to the ground as Riga got up. The hunter's bare skin was red, and long condensed white vapor erupted from his long mouth and nostrils. At this moment, he easily entered a state of madness.

Slowly calming his heart, Riga leaned against a tree stump and sat down. The fur's coat rubbed against the bark violently, causing him to slowly slide to the ground. The hunter touched his hot cheeks with his cold fingers, and finally plunged his hands into the snow. With the slight squeezing sound of snowflakes, he picked up the snow and rubbed it vigorously on his face.

The snow melted into bone-chilling water when it met the hot skin, but the hunter had no other reaction. With a muffled grunt, Riga dropped the unmelted gray snow cube and wiped his face with a hairy bracer that was cloudy and icy. A few strands of long golden hair were thrown off his forehead, but they were quickly frozen into a clump and swayed in the cold wind.

"Failed. Riga picked up a twig and threw it away, rightfully frustrated. No warrior can quickly awaken the bloodline and control the powerful and stubborn power, including the hunter himself.

Just as he was about to sit down and rest, Gal shouted at the mouth of the cave. By the time the hunters returned to their resting place, the Quaid warriors had already begun to eat. They cut the wolf meat into large pieces with short knives and distributed them to each person for the rest of the day.

Because every Quaid will carry a short knife on their body, they have no shortage of ways to eat. Gal was slicing open the wolf's meat with a short knife and throwing pieces into his mouth.

"Where did you just go?" said Gal mumbled as he laboriously chewed on tough wolf meat with his teeth.

"Went out a bit. Riga explained softly, then sidestepped the topic. "Hurry up and finish breakfast, and then we're going to look for the people. ”

After a quick breakfast, Gal and a tall warrior lifted Reso again. While the cold air outside might have worsened his wounds or killed him, it was even more dangerous to abandon him here. Hungry and greedy beasts will follow the smell of blood, tearing the defenseless Quaid to shreds.

As we set out on the road, the weather suddenly became a bit worse. Dark, huge clouds of snow quickly drifted from the sky, taking over the entire sky, and the cold wind mixed with the snow began to erode the land. And in the midst of the difficult walk, they saw a scene that they will never forget.

It was the corpses of several Quaids. Nearly half of the corpses were buried in the snow, surrounded by a horde of ravenous beasts.