Running through the snow for a long time caused Riga's stamina to drop rapidly. Although the thick wolfskin cloak still kept the warmth in his body, the sweat-soaked linen shirt continued to absorb the little heat left in his body. As the hunter's speed became slower, his keen nose began to surround his nose with the stench left over from the orc's long period of not cleaning the dirt.

In the dead ice field, apart from the corpse-pale snow and the night-dead stones, the only remaining dots were the black bushes covered with snow. From time to time, thin but athletic beasts appeared in the bushes, looking with their greedy eyes at Rriga staggering ahead and the group of orc warriors who followed him closely. These ferocious, hungry beasts followed them far behind, and even the orc warriors fired arrows at them a few times did not drive them away.

Feeling his body getting weaker and weaker, Riga knew that he probably wouldn't be able to get rid of the cunning orcs behind him. But the glory of the Quaid and the pride of the bloodline made him not give up on the fight against the orcs. Seeing that the hunters were still moving forward steadfastly, while the greedy beasts roamed around, the tall orc captain finally felt bored.

To add some fun to the hunt, he snatched a wooden bow and stone arrows from the orc archers. Holding the bow handle firmly in one hand, and pulling the bowstring effortlessly to his cheek with the other, he shot the arrow after just two or three breaths of aim.

The wooden arrows with long dark brown feathers in their tails whizzed and tore through the air and snow in front of them with the strong force of the bowstring, drawing a perfect arc and piercing Rha's right leg, which was still running. The pain in his leg caused the hunter to tilt and roll to the ground. Luckily, however, he still had a layer of tough snow skin wrapped around his legs, and the arrows polished from the stone did not penetrate the thick layer of snow badger skin, but carried it with it into the hunter's wound.

Looking at the crazy beasts around him, his eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and Riga felt a chill in his heart, he clearly knew what crazy consequences the smell of blood would have on these hungry beasts. Ignoring the bleeding wound, Riga was able to endure the pain. With the green tendons and dirty sweat on his forehead that had been puffed up by patience, he quickly tore off a corner of his clothes and a legging, and tied the leg wound tightly along the edge of the arrow to stop the bleeding. Although this is not good for the healing of the wound, it is much better than dying of blood loss.

Seeing that the orcs were getting closer and closer to him, Riga could only stand up with all his strength, and after choosing a vague direction, he limped towards that side. Seeing that Riga was still struggling to escape, the other orc archer immediately raised his bow and arrow, but a strong arm suddenly held him down. The orc captain looked at the somewhat confused face of this orc shooter, with a hideous and bloodthirsty light on his ugly face with black hair, and grinned with two fangs and said, "Don't make a move, let's enjoy the last struggle of the prey." ”

After watching Riga stagger into a birch forest that had long since lost its leaves, the orc captain gently gestured with his thick right hand and roared roughly, "Chase!" The orc warriors, who had been impatient for a long time, immediately poured in, waking up all the creatures living in it with heavy footsteps.

Riga, who was dizzy from blood loss, couldn't even see the ground beneath his feet, so he rushed in without fear. And when the orcs saw the paw prints on the birch trunks, they realized how dangerous it was.

Each of those paw prints consisted of four slender marks about an inch wide, and if it weren't for the careful and careful identification of them by the tall orc captain, the rest of the orc warriors would have mistaken them for the bark of a birch tree that had been torn apart by growth.

When the orcs tried to get out of the place quietly, they found that things were irreparable.

A large, silver-gray figure over ten feet tall was slowly walking behind them, the ground trembling under its footsteps. A body as strong as steel, and a tendon as hard as granite, even if hidden beneath the fluffy silver-gray hair, it will not go unnoticed. Two sturdy arms of astonishing length were placed directly on the lower end of its knees, and the reflection on its four jet-black sharp nails could not even hide the bloody glow radiating from its blood-red eyes. There was a slight twitch on its ugly face, and saliva slowly trickled down its exposed massive canine teeth. The behemoth looked at the orc warriors with a fierce face, as if thinking about how to punish these strangers who trespassed on their territory.

"It's a snow ape!" The first to call out the monster's name was the orc captain who had been standing at the front of the group, and his voice carried a deep fear, as if he had lost his courage as a warrior. The Snow Ape is one of the most common and difficult beasts in the Pamir Ice Field. They are immensely powerful, fearless of ice and snow, and will grow into powerful low-level magical beasts when they reach adulthood, and possess the ability to wield several simple ice and wind magic. The snow ape in front of him was about ten feet tall, and its strong arms were almost not inferior to its sturdy, amazingly bouncing legs, and it was obviously in the most powerful prime of life of the snow ape.

When Riga heard the orc captain's shout, he turned his head in a daze to see what was happening, but a swarthy cave appeared where he had landed, and the snow cave monster devoured the Quaid like a mouth. The cave was not too deep, but it was quite spacious, and when the hunter fell into the cave, the pain from the wound on his calf made him faint with happiness.

When the hunter fell into the cave, the battle outside began. The huge snow ape's blood-red eyes flashed with blood and tyranny, and he strode forward with his feet. A birch tree as thick as its arm was broken off by the beast and swung through the air as its own weapon.

Looking at the momentum like a fierce demonic beast that could cause the snow-capped mountains to collapse, the orc warriors immediately lost the courage to fight. If they did fight this monster, it wasn't sure who would be able to win, and the reason why Snow Ape was regarded as one of the toughest Ice Beasts was mainly because they were a strange social beast. In the warm, well-fed summer, the apes gather together to form large groups of over 100 individuals, while in the winters, when food is cold and food is scarce, the apes gather together in two or three adult individuals. The third-level orc captain gave up the battle with the snow ape first, and after he yelled at his subordinates in a trembling voice, he immediately threw down the extra items on his body, and then ran out of the woods without looking back.

Seeing that the orc captain was the first to flee, the rest of the warriors immediately followed his movements in confusion. The soldiers threw down their surplus belongings and fled eagerly. Of course, the snow ape would not forgive these reckless intruders into its territory, so it also followed in the footsteps of these orcs, chasing after them with a loud rumbling noise, trying to catch and tear these intruders apart.

When he turned back and found that the distance between the snow ape and them was getting closer and closer, an orc warrior finally couldn't help but say his own suggestion. He told all the warriors to flee in different directions, because only then could anyone escape, and as for the orc warrior who was followed by the snow ape, all the others could do was pray that he would rest in peace.

The orcs quickly fled in all directions according to the arrangement, and this situation made the snow ape, which was not considered a developed brain domain, directly stunned for a while. Its blood-red eyes kept turning, and it held the trunk of a tree being used as a weapon in one hand, and scratched its long, fluffy head with the other, as if thinking about how to deal with such a situation. But before it could come up with the answer to its question, the figures of the orc warriors were already starting to blur a little, forcing it to make a choice in advance. After choosing a chubby figure at random, the behemoth shook its body and roared after the hapless orc.

When the figure of the snow ape disappeared from sight, the woods that were still boiling just now immediately fell silent. The hapless hunter was still lying unconscious in the cave, the arrow on his calf still firmly stuck in his flesh after several stumbles, and did not appear to be loose. On the contrary, the wound has begun to heal, and the dark red blood that is still flowing outward is gradually decreasing.

A faint smell of blood soon wafted out of the snow cave, rippling through the air around the cave entrance. With a few muffled roars, two shrunken five-foot-tall snow apes poked out of a hidden cave. The thirst for blood caused them to sniff the air a few times before settling on the location of the snow cave where Riga was. The two juvenile snow apes are like thirsty travelers drawn to an oasis in the desert, desperate to chew on the fresh flesh of the hunter.

After reaching out their slender arms a few times without touching the hunter's body, the manic snow apes fought each other for the right to put their arms into the burrow. After a while, the little snow ape reluctantly gave up his desire for flesh and blood in the snow cave, and then turned away with a long howl. Because of the presence of powerful parents, young snow apes, who have not yet felt the taste of hunger, do not know that they should cherish every piece of food.

"Whew. It wasn't too long, and after about a little prayer, Riga suddenly sat up from the snow cave. There was inexplicable horror in his eyes, and his mouth gasped. After carefully touching his body, he was sure that he was still alive. Looking at the wounds on her body that had healed, Riga rubbed her eyes in disbelief. But the hole in the leggings confirmed that he wasn't dreaming.

The arrow that had struck him in the leg had withdrawn from his body in the wriggling of his muscles as the wound healed, and he fell diagonally to one side. A warm sensation flowed through the body, making the hunter feel incomparably stronger. After thinking about it carefully, Riga was sure that this feeling had been present in the battle with the Snow Bear.