The strong stench made Riga want to throw away the fur from his hand several times, but the hunter finally sped himself up and cleaned the ape's head, leaving only the undamaged skin and the sturdy skull.

Before he could use the flame tanning to make the bloodshot and slime fur, Riga draped it over the outermost part of her body, covering the soft, warm gray wolfskin cloak. The massive snow ape's head was carried by Riga on his uninjured right shoulder, making him look like a monster with two heads.

The one-handed axe of the curly blade was still fluttering in his hand, and Riga wrapped and tied the fur and other things that had been discarded on the ground around his waist, and then walked towards the tribe alone. Tired body walked slowly on the ground covered with deep snow, and every step of Riga was extremely difficult.

Less than thirty yards away, Riga spotted the looming figures emerging from the forest, predators drawn by the blood of the snow ape. But when they smelled the stench of the Snow Ape symbol coming from the hunter's body, the small beast immediately became a chaotic mass of fear, and its short body fled in all directions, giving other hunters a chance to hunt.

The strongest and most massive of the beasts did not move, and after measuring the strength of the hunters, these cunning and tenacious predators finally chose to retreat. The target of predation was refocused on the corpse of a male snow ape who had been stripped of its skin.

When the hunter's figure disappeared from the beast's field of vision, a large number of beasts immediately pounced out of the hidden corners and tore at the corpse of the snow ape. The flesh and blood of the monster will contain some magical power, and this is the key to the evolution of the beast into the beast. Countless beasts tore and nibbled together, fighting over even a small piece of flesh and bone. At the same time, a large number of wild beasts continue to rush over to join the carnival feast.

Uninterested in the beast's slaughter, Riga quickened his pace and made his way along the path in the valley. The strong smell of the snow ape's fur drove away the beasts in his path, and he was never hindered again. However, the main reason is that the roads between the valleys belong to the edge of the territory divided by various demonic beasts, so the unconcealable smell of the snow ape did not provoke the attack of those forest kings.

While the hunters were still trudging towards the tribe, the tribe's camp had already welcomed back some of the quid warriors who were hunting. These tall warriors drove back to the tribe with a variety of prey on their shoulders or behind them, and then waited for the end of the final ritual with the blessings of their loved ones and shamans. At that time, the chieftain of the tribe will bring them a second armband, which means adulthood.

Warriors of slightly less strength carry small beasts they hunt, such as snow badgers, which look like small brown bears. Although the cruel winter has made their fat bodies thinner. This animal, which can grow to two feet long and a foot tall and weighs about fifty pounds, is not very powerful, but it is so agile that even the most agile tanuki cannot chase the fleeing snow badger. Its hard-matched teeth and claws make it highly defensive and counter-resistant, and even large predators will flinch before hordes of snow badgers. The special fats secreted from the beast's body make their fur hardy and waterproof, making them the best material for boots and leggings, and the badger oil made from their fat is a medicine for frostbite.

Quid warriors who have reached the level of strength hunt reindeer, which are large animals. Herds of reindeer, driven from the depths of the ice fields by the cold winter, have been active in the tribe's hunting grounds. While they hunt for moss and other food to eat, they also feed hungry predators along the way.

A reindeer can grow to four feet tall and weigh three hundred pounds. Their flesh is delicious, their fur is light and hardy, and their sharp and huge antlers are a favorite commodity of Terran merchants. The reindeer herd immediately suffered its greatest damage since winter, and the young warriors of the Quaid lay in ambush near their feeding and resting places, killing the lone of them at the first opportunity.

The strongest and most confident warriors choose prey that they think will match their bravery. For example, the huge and ferocious snow wolf or the nimble snow leopard. There was even a lucky Quaid warrior who hunted a brutal and savage brown bear. The beast that had fallen into hibernation was discovered by the lucky warrior because it had not concealed the traces of the hole. Taking advantage of the fact that the brown bear's reaction was even slower than that of the weakened old man, he stabbed the brown bear through the heart with the spear in his hand, and dragged the fellow, who weighed about five hundred pounds, back to the tribe.

For this reason, Daddy Thorne also went out of his way to congratulate the lucky man, after all, he is Riga grew up with a partner. The young warrior named Gal welcomed Thorne with a warm hug and a frothy ale, and after thanking him earnestly, the lucky warrior learned that Riga had not returned, so he comforted the old man: "Don't worry, Daddy Thorne, Riga will definitely hunt the fiercest prey." ”

Although the old man's spirit had already been sharpened by years of fighting, he couldn't help but worry when it came to Riga, who had been raised by him since he was a child.

Seeing the worries in Daddy Thorne's heart, Gal was fortunate to keep the worried old man at home. Let his father, Gus, a warrior of almost the same age, entertain the good old man with roasted meat and treasured mead. Under the 'onslaught' of delicious food, amber liquor, and choking tobacco leaves, the naturally bold Quaid people quickly left everything behind. After struggling to drink a barrel full of honey wine, the two old soldiers collapsed on the table drunk with their eyes dazed, unable to move for a moment.

As time passed, the wizards and tribal chieftains who had been waiting for the return of the Quaid warriors sensed something was wrong. It was now the sixth day after the rite of passage, and the young warriors who had just come of age had only returned less than halfway there. In previous years, most of the young warriors returned on the sixth day.

The Quaids, whose children had participated in the rite of passage, were also full of questions, but they did not dare to ask the wizard and the chief anything until the solemn ceremony was over. The worried parents could only gather around and discuss eagerly, until the rising silver moon replaced the scorching sun, and they stood on the wooden wall and watched into the distance, silently waiting.

When the silver moon also falls imperceptibly, the black moon that represents evil and bad luck rises. The Quaids grew worried, and the physical exhaustion had led them back to their log huts, where they couldn't sleep. On the wooden walls of the tribe, only the warriors who kept vigil were still patrolling tirelessly.

By the dawn of the seventh day, three more Quaid warriors had returned to the tribe. One of them was carrying a huge snow wolf, and the other two were dragging two strong female reindeer back. The Quaid parents were of course very happy to see their children, but many more were still waiting anxiously. There was a faint grief on the rough skin of their faces blown by the cold wind, as if they were aware of the fate of their children.

In fact, this is not uncommon. For such a small tribe, it only takes one magical beast to be attracted to the hunting grounds by food such as reindeer herds. Those young Quaid warriors who are still weak will in turn become prey to be killed.

As the scorching sun Estel moved to the middle of the sky, the wizard immediately announced the end of the rite of passage with a sad face. Although the number of young warriors who had suffered bad luck was large, he still smiled and congratulated those who had returned.

The warriors who were finally able to obtain the second armband couldn't laugh at the moment, because there were so many people who had been abandoned by the Fury. Almost every warrior had his companion who did not appear.

With grief on his face, Gar stood at the front of the queue, his upper body coated with an oil made from snow wolf fat, and his scattered brown hair dancing with the howling cold wind. The majestic and rigid body shimmered in the sunlight, causing the wizard in front of him to be in a trance, as if he remembered the nightmare he had suffered as a teenager.

As the sun shone straight down on the timer in front of him, the wizard who had awakened from his memories immediately raised his black bone staff and prepared to offer sacrifices to the 'Fury'. Those are the best parts of the prey that warriors hunt. But the ceremony was interrupted by a sudden noise, and a sentry standing on a rudimentary watchtower suddenly blew a warning horn.

Not only was the ceremony interrupted, but even Gus and Daddy Thorne, who had fallen on the pine table because they were drunk, immediately stood up, eagerly but unhurriedly, took out their weapons and shields, and rushed towards the wooden walls of the tribe. Gal didn't wake the two old men to prevent Riga from happening to them, but the horn of the enemy woke them up.

In less than a prayer time, all the adult Quaid warriors appeared on the wooden wall with weapons in hand. The elderly, women, and children, who could not handle their weapons, took refuge in their rooms and blocked the doors with solid sticks. The quality of the fighting nation was vividly displayed at this moment.

The Quaid warriors who climbed the city walls did not understand what caused the lookout to blow their horns until they saw a figure moving from a distance.

As the figure drew closer, the Quaid warrior made out the appearance of the enemy, a beast covered in silver-gray fur. The beast walks on the ground on its nimble hind limbs, and its two forelimbs swing from side to side to maintain its balance.

"Snow ape, mutated two-headed snow ape?" The sharp-eyed lookout quickly recognized the head of the snow ape on the figure's shoulder, but the pimple growing on the other side of his neck made him unsure of how to describe the strange beast.

But his questioning tone turned into an affirmative tone when it fell into the ears of the Quaid warriors on the wall. "It's a monster! It's a snow ape!" More than a dozen middle-aged warriors immediately put the quiver on their waists behind their backs, then took out the arrows and pulled the wooden bow in their hands into a large oval. As long as the chief next to him, Chief Sparrow, gave an order, they were sure to shoot the body of the "demonic beast" from a distance of two hundred yards.

"Stop! Stop!" was just as Sparin had already raised his sword, the anxious voice of the observer rang out from the watchtower. "That's Riga! I saw his face, it was this little bastard, he was dressed in monster fur. ”

When the Quaid warriors heard Rigga's name, they immediately lowered their weapons and yelled at the lookout. Because of his mistakes, they almost hurt their own people. The loudest of these fighters were undoubtedly Daddy Thorne and Gal, and it was only then that the excited Thorne learned about the trialists in Gal's story. Again, the old soldier prayed for the Fury, and then yelled at the observer.

As the hunter approached, the wizard and the chief led all the Quaid warriors out of the slowly opening gate.

The grim-faced hunter was draped in a foul layer of snow ape fur, and his golden hair was tied into a ponytail and hung behind him. The snow ape's head, almost split in half, rested diagonally on the hunter's right shoulder, its muscular body glittering in the sunlight, and there were some dark red blood stains on it.

"Warrior of the gods, welcome home!" the wizard said slowly, first kneeling on one knee, his black bone staff on his side, his horned head as low as he could, and his mouth in a mysterious tone. In the history of the tribe, there has been no record of a trialist being able to fight and kill a demonic beast for a long time. Riga became the only warrior in nearly 100 years to accomplish this feat. Behind the wizard, the Quaid warriors also knelt down and lowered their foreheads as reverently as the wizard. Riga may not be as strong as these powerful warriors in the prime of life, but his courage has convinced them. They were not only paying homage to the Rigga, but also praying for the protection of the gods.

Daddy Thorne was the most excited, and after sixteen years of raising that baby, he was finally about to see the birth of a mighty warrior. The only person who was upset was of course the chieftain of the tribe, and after looking around to the right and right, and noticing that everyone was on their knees, he slowly bent down his spine and fell to one knee on the ground.

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