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The blade pressed against the bear's fur, and Riga used the sharp, narrow tip of the knife to cut through the tough, silvery skin. The cold metal immediately cut through the thick layer of fat, and forcibly stabbed a slit into the snow bear's neck wrapped in layers of muscle.

The fragile blood vessels were cut by the short knife, and the warm bear blood immediately spurted out from the wound more than two inches long, making the snow bear roar violently. It shook its fat body vigorously, as if it was going to attack Riga riding on its back. But a beast that had lost a forelimb had a hard time even keeping it steady, let alone shaking off the Quaid on its back.

Feeling the violent jolt beneath him, the hunter immediately began to stir through the wound with his short knife, trying to quickly harvest the beast's life. The snow bear also sensed mortal danger from the pain of the wound, and its massive body tilted to the ground, as if to roll over the snow, which weighed more than a thousand pounds.

Rriga tightened his wrist to pull the knife out of the wound, only to find another deep to shallow blood groove in the beast's neck. The jolt was even more violent, causing the hunter to quickly straighten up and leap out of the bear's back. His feet swayed in the icy air, and finally he hugged the trunk of a nearby pine tree with his strong and dexterous arms like a snow ape, and stopped about five feet above the ground without slipping.

Several severe wounds did not weaken the snow bear, and the blood stained on the fur caused the beast to roll and pounce on the snow. The only remaining eye was full of timidity and ferocity, and this 'tyrant' of the mountains and forests, covered with wounds, finally chose to retreat slowly. It seems to have given up on the attack on Riga and wanted to return to the warm, easy-to-protect cavern.

But the hunters were reluctant to let it go. Riga put the short knife in his mouth and bit it with his teeth, holding the trunk between his arms and feet. His body clumsily moved slowly along the trunk of the tree, crawling towards a branch that lay across the hollow of the tree.

As the three-legged snow bear slowly retreated to the entrance of the nest with a low roar, Riga finally climbed onto the branch that was as horizontal as his arm. Her long, dirt-dyed gray hair hung down from the back of her head, and Riga swayed forward in a nervous breath. He moved as gently as a squirrel, carefully controlling the branches as they descended, and the slightest squeak made him freeze in place.

The snow bear finally moved to enter the tree hole, and Riga was ready to pounce on the fight. His feet were wrapped around the thick branches that had bent down, and he held the branch above his head in one hand, and the other hand was a little eager to reach out, as if he was thinking about how to hold the body of the beast.

The sturdy pine trunk shuddered as Riga breathed, but just as the snow bear was about to turn around and enter the cave, the two-inch-long pine branch finally broke because it couldn't bear the weight of the Quaids. Riga's majestic body immediately fell from the sky, and his hands grabbed the long silver hair on the snow bear's body. Following the jolting motion, the hunter quickly moved to find a stable position, and with his right hand he took the short knife from his mouth, and he stabbed the beast's still intact eye like lightning.

As if crushing an egg, the snow bear's eyes were slashed open by the tip of the short knife, and a large stream of black-red liquid immediately burst out. Attacked again, the panicked blind beast opened its mouth and tore around, its hard head slamming into the trees around the nest again and again, making itself a bloody mess.

Riga was thrown out before he could grab the snow bear's body with both hands. He slid along the trail of his previous battle, eventually being stopped by the snowdrifts that had accumulated during the move.

The hunter first folded his arms, and only struggled to his feet when he found the snow bear lying on a stump. The beast's remaining three majestic limbs trembled in the cold wind that blew again, and it seemed to try to get up, but the blood that flowed from under its body was gradually weakening the snow bear's strength.

Riga staggered to the stump, only to find that the tyrant of the mountains was dying quickly. Because the head had hit the stump, the battle axe that had been stuck in the hard skull had completely sliced into the beast's head, cutting its brain in half.

Kicking the massive corpse with his booted right foot, Riga wiped the bear blood and mud from his face before stepping aside to pick up the only tomahawk he had. In the midst of the long gasps, the effect of the madness quickly faded. By the time the Quaid slipped the tomahawk into the belt on the outside of his thigh, he had already felt the weakness and hunger coming from his body.

His eyes involuntarily swept to the stiffening snow bear carcass on the ground, and Riga could see the difference in the beast. There are eight swollen rumors hanging from under the swollen and fat abdomen, and this is actually a lactating female bear.

Lying down and wiping the eight **s with clean snow, Riga quickly and greedily sucked the milk clean. When he swallowed all the strong, fishy juice down his throat, the hunter immediately rolled over and lay down on the snow with his mouth wide open to gasp. Although the bear's milk with the strong fishy smell had been swallowed, Riga seemed to be trying to reduce the unpleasant smell in his mouth that did not dissipate.

Less than five breaths later, Riga was about to freeze into a popsicle in the cold wind, and immediately closed his mouth and got up, staggering into the snow bear's tree hole. When the warm, foul smell hit his face, the hunter finally couldn't help but vomit on the ground. A big gulp of milky bear milk flowed out of his mouth and nose, and it was not until the Quid man's nose got used to the fishy smell that he suppressed the vomiting ** and rolled over again to lie on the ground.

Relying on the light that shone through the cracks in the hay at the entrance of the tree, Riga quickly found the 'gift' that Frostbear had given him. An ice dragon inner skin that was soft to the touch and about enough to wrap around his body. As if he knew that the skin covered with hard scales was not something that the weak Riga could tear apart, the mysterious totem monster Frost Bear left him with such a tough ice dragon skin.

The dark white leather is covered with strange patterns that naturally occur, some of them look like vague animals, some of them resemble strange plants, and more often they are just circles of patterns. Riga doesn't like the twisted lines, but if a powerful enchanter-type mage or arcanist were here, they'd knock on Rigga's head and tell him that it was the most precious magical markings that naturally formed on the ice dragon's body. These bizarre patterns are the source of the dragons' powerful, almost perverted magical resistance.

The 'idiot' in the mage's mouth did not understand the preciousness of this inner skin at all, and after trying to cut it a few times with a bronze short knife, Riga immediately grabbed the dragon skin and leaned towards the light to observe. Marveling at the fact that there was no trace of the strange markings of the leather, the hunter immediately came up with the purpose of the leather. He grinned and retreated back into the corner where he was squatting, only to find that there was an extra creature beside him.

With long, clean, silky silver hair, this little creature less than a foot long was greedily licking on the ground. The small mouth with a few baby teeth made a 'purring' sound of eating, and the young snow bear actually swallowed all the bear milk that Riga had just spit out.

Looking at the eating beast with an unusually strange face, Riga tried to pierce its body with the short knife in his hand several times. But when the snow bear suddenly raised its head and blinked at the hunter with its blue eyes, the innocence in that gaze made him finally give up the idea of killing. "Leave it to Daddy Thorne to keep him company. Muttering an excuse, Riga finally withdrew his weapon, reached out and picked up the bear cub and climbed out of the hollow.

Amid the beast's miserable wails, Riga carefully cleaned the bear's mouth and body with clean snow before bringing the snow-bear, which was already shivering from the cold, back to the cave. The abused creature didn't try to bite Riga's fingers, but its small, blunt teeth couldn't even pierce the deerskin gloves.

Finding the nest where the snow bear sleeps in the deepest part of the cave, Riga checks again to make sure there are no other snow bears before dropping the freshly washed cubs in. The bear's nest, made of fluffy branches and hay, was indeed very warm, and the little beast immediately shivered and burrowed into the innermost part, lay down next to a few tattered furs, and quickly fell asleep.

Having dealt with the little snow bear, Riga is back outside the tree hole again. He looked at the snow bear carcass, which was being buried in the snow, tightened the cloak on his shoulders, and then took off his hood. Removing the tomahawk from the belt on the side of his leg, Riga slashed hard, slashing its razor-sharp claws. These claws, harder than bronze, were the only items the Quaid could come up with that could cut through the ice dragon's inner skin.

After cutting off eight black, sharp bear claws, Riga burrowed back into the hollow of the tree. Ignoring the sleeping bear, the hunter proceeded directly to the precious dragon skin.

Spreading the dragon skin out, Riga quickly figured out the middle of the room. According to the hunter's idea, if he cut a hole in it that would allow his head to stick through, the Quaid would be able to put it inside as a close-fitting inner armor. After pasting the saliva from his mouth as a marker, Rigari spread the dragon's skin on a relatively flat rock and began to cut.

After drawing about an oval shape, Riga immediately began to slide his bear claws over the dragon's skin. His strong arms were bent hard, and his hands clenched claws as sharp as boning knives. With both feet on the ends of the dragon skin, the hunter precisely controls the direction and position of the bear's claws, grinding away the leather little by little.

Each one-inch-long cut took the Quaid more than two prayers and a lot of physical strength, so after cutting less than three inches, Riga immediately used the ability to go berserk. Because the mysterious heat flow that has reaccumulated in the body is not much, the time and power of the madness are limited. To do this, he had to rest, eat and sleep. It wasn't until the next day that Riga cut off the oval-shaped dragon skin.

Regardless of the irregular-edged opening, the excited Quaid immediately stripped off their coats and wore the dragon skin on the innermost part, sticking to the skin covered in body hair. Before putting on his coat, Riga had a rudimentary dragon skin armor and rushed out of the tree hole in excitement.

But the situation outside made him freeze in place immediately. He silently removed the tomahawk from the side of his leg, and prepared to fight, despite the warm cold wind that plundered the air. Only the figure in the dark red robe in front of him was reflected in his eyes.