Holding out his hands to tuck his hair into a bunch, Riga tore a thin strip of cloth from his mutilated clothes and tied it up. The restraint of the strips of cloth caused his hair to hang behind his back like a horse's tail, swaying from side to side with the vibrations of walking. Although this method would freeze the hunter's fragile ears, it allowed him to notice the sound coming from a distance in time.

The snow-covered badger's large feet stamped on the snow-covered ground, producing a strange and high-pitched "creaking" sound, which undoubtedly informed the surrounding beasts of Riga's whereabouts. So the hunter quickly stretched out his right hand, took off the one-handed axe hanging from his thigh, and held it in his hand. Piercing eyes scan the ground around them, keenly watching every spot where enemies might be hidden.

The relatively flat surface in the valley allows Riga to walk quickly. When the Eye of Radiance in the sky unconsciously shifted out of time, the hunter also found himself walking more than two miles away. He had reached the forest where his first hunt had taken place.

The continuous winter blizzards have made the hills unveiled white, but the bitter cold wind has not taken the lives of the trees. Trees that can tolerate freezing, such as pine and birch, sway in the wind as soon as they find a gap, shaking off the snow from their branches and leaves, revealing their original colors.

Some of the trees in the forest had already revealed their original black-brown torsos, and the rough bark of the wind-and-snow trees was so hard that only metal could split it. Riga thought about the direction as he moved forward, and before he could remember where the snow bear's corpse had been left behind, a large silver-gray figure rushed down the side of the hill.

The strong, majestic limbs alternately slammed against the ground, and the figure swept towards the hunter with a stinking and warm fishy wind. With razor-sharp claws, hook-like fangs, and a beast's face wrapped in black hairless skin and scarlet eyes, the beast that rushed over was quickly recognized by the hunter, and it turned out to be the male snow ape! The wound on the thigh of the monster that was cut by the orc had not yet healed completely, so it looked a little awkward when it moved.

During the battle with the orcs, both snow apes were not lightly damaged. Especially the female surnamed Snow Ape, who is small and has some weak strength. It is densely strewn with arrows and spear wounds, and even this tenacious beast can only choose to recuperate in its lair.

In this way, the female and the two baby snow apes rely on the hunting of the male snow apes for food. The giant beast, which was more than ten feet tall, was lying in a bush at the bottom of the hillside, waiting for its careless prey to come, but the appearance of Riga suddenly aroused the anger in its heart. As one of the most vengeful monsters on the ice field, the male surnamed Snow Ape still remembers the taste of hunters. At the same time, it had a vague sense in its somewhat narrow brain that the battle with the orcs was caused by the Quid in front of it.

The leaping body finally came to a halt less than a yard away from the hunter, and the beast's strong hind limbs stepped deep into the snow on the ground, and its majestic upper limbs swung out fiercely, whipping Riga's body. The hunter, who had no time to dodge, could only survive this attack. Because the claws as sharp as the boning knife were hidden between the fingers of the furious snow ape, the only fist that struck the Quid was harder than a rock.

It was like the echo of a stone falling from the top of a mountain into a valley, and the dull sound from behind and the brute force that surged at the same time made the hunter can't help but lunge forward, spurting dark red blood from his mouth.

The beast's full force had already hurt his internal organs, causing Riga to breathe in astonishing, unbearable pain.

"Madness!"

Anger immediately ignited the flames of battle. A mysterious stream of heat surged into the hunter's limbs, causing the muscles there to quickly become congested and strong, and the areas injured by the beast began to heal slowly. When the red Riga could no longer feel the pain from the wound, he immediately clenched the battle axe in his hand and rushed up to fight the monster.

The tomahawk was swung into a metal curtain by the hunters, leaving the snow ape with no space to break through. But soon, the monster with its amazing instinct discovers Riga's shortcomings. The swelling of the muscles causes Riga's attack speed to decrease significantly. While the Hunter is able to move quickly on the ground with his strong legs during the chase walk, his attacks and reflexes do slow down.

The agile beast immediately began to attack the hunter with its body, which was still nimble in the snow. Its sharp claws attempted to bypass the tomahawk's slash several times, attacking Riga, who was protected only by a fur coat.

This method of attack was quickly successful. As Riga slashed out his battle axe horizontally, trying to drive the beast away, the snow ape's right claw grazed against the sharp blade of the axe, striking the hunter on his left arm. Claws, sharper than metal swords, immediately sliced through the tough wolfskin coat and cut four deep blood marks on Rigga's thick arms. The crimson blood immediately spurted out uncontrollably, and even the healing power of the mysterious heat stream could not stop the bleeding quickly.

"Whew!" Riga howled like a beast after being injured, and the pain that came from him just now made him convulse, but fortunately, the ability to go crazy made the wound start to lose consciousness. The blood sprayed on the ground immediately melted the surrounding snow, condensing into dark red blood ice as it slowly sank. Others splashed on the beast's body, and the strong fishy smell made it even more crazy.

Knowing that the wound on his left arm was too severe, the hunter immediately began to slowly retreat backwards. The battle axe in his right hand was still waving in the icy air, blocking the path of the snow ape's attack. Riga scanned his surroundings with the rest of his eyes, and soon spotted several large rocks not far away, then slowly turned around and retreated. The beast, roaring wildly at the smell of blood, didn't notice this, and was following the hunter's footsteps closely, as if watching the Quaid's last struggle.

But the Quaid's actions made the snow apes furious, for as soon as they approached the boulder pile, the hunter turned and burrowed into a narrow gap like rats. The snow ape snapped its claws in rage, but only scratched the fur behind his back. The roasted wolf leg in the package shielded the hunter from the deadly claw, giving Riga a chance to drill into the crevice.

Riga who had entered the gap immediately tried to shrink back, trying to stay as far away from the gap as possible to prevent the snow ape's claws. Sure enough, after a breath, the snow ape's claws came in from the outside, followed by its hideous and terrifying head. The beast stared at the Quaid huddled in the corner with greedy and vicious eyes, as if wondering how long the meat would last enough for its mates and cubs.

The sudden pause interrupted the beast's thoughts, and the gap of about one foot and three inches actually stuck in its strong chest. The well-developed and powerful pectoral muscles became an obstacle for the snow ape, so that it could no longer move any further. The monster immediately let out an angry roar, and at the same time, its strong and majestic body began to shake violently, causing the surrounding boulders to shake a few times.

The hunters certainly weren't going to sit idly by and pass up the perfect opportunity for a comeback. He took a quick step forward, the one-handed axe in his hand slashing at the beast's swinging arm. The sharp blade and the cuts around the blade dealt it a fatal blow, and the brute force that poured out of the hunter's arm actually severed the snow ape's right claw off the wrist. Immediately after that, Riga clamped the arm of the monster with the armpit of his left hand, and in the stunned and frightened eyes of the snow ape, he raised the battle axe again and slashed at the ugly head again and again.

With each slash, the ape's blood would always splatter and burst into the hunter's face. The beast also let out a wounded roar, and then shook its body to get out of the gap, but the power that erupted from Rigga's body held it back.

I don't know how many times I slashed, but when I found that the snow ape in front of me couldn't let out an injured roar, only the unconscious convulsions of my body remained. The hunter let go of his hands tiredly and threw his one-handed axe, which was already about to be curled, to the ground. The frenzy was lifted as the battle ended, and the blood loss caused Riga to fall to the ground weakly, not wanting to move.

The four wounds on his left arm had just formed a thin layer of blood scabs, and he really shouldn't exert force. But weakness and hunger forced him to push the ape's body out, and the hunter scavenged out to retrieve the wolf's legs, which were almost cut into pieces by the claws.

Regardless of the fact that the food became cold and hard, the hunter pulled out a short knife from his waist, struggled to cut off pieces of wolf meat, and then put it in his mouth and chewed vigorously. The aura of the snow ape makes it safe for a short time, but there will always be wild beasts that can't stand the smell of blood and hunger, so Riga needs to recover his strength as soon as possible and embark on the journey back to the tribe.

It was only after eating about four pounds of food that Riga felt the warmth coming from her abdomen. The meat is being digested by his body, and then transformed into a faint heat to repair his wounds and relieve the fatigue of **.

After regaining their basic mobility, the hunter immediately began to prepare to peel off the fur of the beast. The ape's fur would make him a favorite of the wizards during the final rites of the rite of passage, and the younger warriors of the tribe would regard him as a leader from now on. After all, hunting down such a ferocious beast requires a combination of extraordinary courage and amazing luck.

"They're going to be envious of my experience. An inexplicable smile squeezed out of his granite-hard face, and the hunter thought in his heart. But Monica's figure suddenly appeared in his mind for some reason, "I wonder what kind of expression she will have?" Riga was stunned for a moment, then shook her head violently, and said to herself, "How could I think of her? Maybe I won't see her again." ”

Leaving all the distractions in his mind, the hunter quickly focused his attention on the snow ape corpse in front of him. He had cut off the beast's right claw, and even its head had been nearly split in half by Riga from the center, so the Quaid were only able to obtain a somewhat mutilated fur. He used his short knife to make a small cut in the beast's abdomen, and then tore it with all his might. When it encounters a place with a lot of skin, it is cut with a short knife, and after less than a prayer time, only the limbs and head of the monster are left with only limbs and skulls left unpeeled.

The hunter had no choice but to take out his one-handed axe and chop off the remaining claws. Then, along the texture of the snow ape's neck, he used a short knife to cut the spine of the demonic beast and dug out the flesh and blood in the huge skull.