ps:The third update is here.,Personally, I feel a little awkward.,Tomorrow I'll revise all the updates in the past few days.。 In addition, as usual, rolling for the collection of recommended Sanjiang tickets.

The cloudy sky, like a cloak full of holes, leaked a large piece of moonlight through the cracks, covering the earth in a hazy way, as if laying another veil over the ice field. In this beautiful picture, there are silent forests and towering mountains, but this does not hide the cruelty of the ice field. On the hard frozen soil, there is daily killing and reproduction, and from this countless powerful and ferocious beings are born, and the Quaid people are also born.

When the soft light of the silver moon shines, the hunters, who are active in the night, immediately crawl out of their nests. They soothe their muscular bodies and deftly weave through overgrown woods and shrubs, hunting for food in their territory. And as hunted animals, those plant-fed animals are also making the most of the last period of time, stuffing hungry stomachs with enough food to survive tomorrow.

From time to time, the forest resounds with the roar of wild beasts and the wails of their prey, and on a quiet slope, a fierce and brutal battle is about to erupt.

Closely followed by four Quaid warriors, Riga bent over as low as he could, his palms gripping the long handle of the heavy steel battle axe. The forest on the southern side of the hillside is relatively low, with large patches of bush dotted with it. This leaves the hunter with no choice but to draw his short knife and cut through the tough thorns that stand in his way.

With his wrist tilted to grip the handle of the dagger, the Quid rubbed its somewhat rounded blade back and forth against the twig, causing the bush to shake slightly, as if it had been blown by a fierce cold wind. There was a slight friction in the shaking of the foliage, but the careless mercenaries didn't care about it. The Sentinel would look up, but his body was always around the lit fire, trying to feel the rare warmth.

Carefully putting away the dagger, Riga put down the severed bush branches, and then poked his head out with great caution, dodging the shrub branches that grew like porcupines on the backstab, and then scanned his keen eyes on the Terran mercenaries.

"Eight eight split into two piles, and four more gathered on the other side. Remembering what she had seen, Riga retracted into the bushes and spoke slowly in a very low voice. "There were three other Terrans tied up, leaning against a big tree on one side. ”

"Twenty-three?!" couldn't help but raise his voice excitedly, and the long-haired warrior writhed impatiently in the small space. "I'm going to tear them all apart. ”

"Shut up!" the Quid snorted hurriedly. But by this time, one of the captives had noticed something strange here. "There's movement in the woods, probably Quaid. The terran mercenary, who had already been frightened, shouted. "Please, please give me a weapon. No, just loosen the rope. ”

"Shut your foul mouth. The standing sentry answered him, and the mercenary approached and kicked the poor man hard in the shin with his right foot, wrapped in his leather boot. "You cowardly bastard, stop thinking about running away. ”

"It's true. The melted snow left from his head mixed with snot and tears, and as it flowed down, the mercenary's short beard was glued together. He twitched vigorously and explained in his cries. "There was really a sound in the bushes. ”

"Hybrids. The sentry tried to beat the captive, but the captain, who was leaning in front of the fire, stood up, and with the weapon he had untied from the strap of his sword, opened his mouth to stop him. "Hey, you piggy. Don't you know the responsibilities of the sentinels?"

"Yes. The mercenary immediately straightened up and replied with great seriousness. But then he glared at the captive fiercely, and after shaking and unwrapped his cloak, he removed a large bow from his back.

The bow has a grayish-white color characteristic of bones, with two black iron rings in the center and spiral patterns on the tips on both sides, which seems to be the possibility of using different bowstrings. Shaking his body in the icy air, the Sentinel drew a steel arrow weapon from the long bag that stood upright at his waist, and slowly but steadily pulled it away after placing it on the bowstring.

The bowstring, made of tough tendons, tightened in the cold wind, quickly giving the sentinels the option to shoot arrows. "Boom. There was a muffled sound like a drum, and the bowstring that had been ejected vigorously vibrated in the air with a faint screech.

Eyes followed the arrow, and the sentry watched as the gray-white tail feathers fell into the forest, but the iron arrow did nothing but shoot down some snowflakes. "It's damn weather, and the Hornbow is freezing again. The sentry deliberately shouted a curse, and then returned to the fire with great speed. "There's no Quaid at all, it's all that bastard's lie. But I'm really going to roast a bow and arrow. It stiffened like a block of iron, and I didn't even pull it all open. ”

In the sentry's reply, the mercenary captain sat back down at the fire. "Keep an eye on my surroundings, I don't want to be attacked when I'm about to get back to camp. The big man leaned his sword back to his side, but opened his mouth again in disapprupt.

"Me. There was only one word to answer him, for the sentry swallowed the rest back into his stomach. "Enemy attack, it's Quaid. Like a snowcock of a hunter, the sentry let out a panicked, high-pitched howl from his throat. "Hurry up! There are enemies. ”

The panicked mercenaries immediately moved, but by this time the Quaid warriors had already run more than ten yards away. Riga rushed to the front, steel tomahawk in his hand. The brown cloak was discarded on the ground, the thick wolfskin shoulder pads were tightly wrapped, and the thin and narrow deerskin overcoat was stretched out a few times by the violent movements. The hunter let out a wild roar, and his mind unconsciously thought of the blood of the people on the walls of the camp. "Alien, damn it!" the anger in his heart burned violently, and the power of the bloodline curled up in the corner flowed out as he ran.

Frenzy gives him power. The skin that had been frozen to a bluish white turned red, and the tall, straight body swelled. With a wave of his mighty arms, Riga leaped high from the ground, his free left hand removing the axe from his leg and throwing it at the sentry who was drawing his horned bow.

The sheer brute force caused the one-handed axe to spin extremely fast in the air, tearing through the obstruction of the freezing cold air and stabbing into the sentry's head. Like slicing fresh butter, the tomahawk split his skull, then ripped open the mercenary's helmet, flying out crookedly, slashing at another Terran warrior's ear in a whirl.

The pain caused the wounded mercenary to let out a hoarse howl, and then he foolishly pulled the tomahawk off, causing the wound to spurt out large streams of blood. This quickly killed him, leaving the warrior slumping to the ground from blood loss.

"Hirag!" Brute force gave Riga more speed, and with each pedal, he could leap three or four yards away. The mouth was shouted the most common name of the mad god - said to come from the god's mortal incarnation. The Quaid crashed into the Terran formation, and the tomahawk swung and once again split the neck of a warrior.