The hunger in her belly and the attitude of the warrior made it impossible for Riga to refuse the food that was handed her, so the hunter hugged the enticing scent of the wolf's legs, and the hungry beast put his face in front of the food and bit it widely, and then tried to swallow the piece of meat down his throat. Even his stomach seemed to feel the smell of food, intensifying the tormenting peristalsis.

The thick wolf's legs were only a thin layer on the outside that had been roasted by the flames, so after a few bites, the bloodshot and fishy smell of raw meat filled the hunter's mouth. The teeth were still chewing hard, and the hungry Riga directly ignored the fishy cheeks that filled the tip of his nose, and struggled to swallow the meat in his mouth.

It wasn't until he swallowed about two or three pounds of wolf meat that Riga's hunger eased a little, and the anxiety in his stomach was no longer as urgent as before. So the hunter roasted the mutilated wolf leg on a wooden rack and waited for it to be cooked for his own food for the next few days.

Monica's eating appearance is much better than that of the hunter. The female warrior was equally hungry, but while she was roasting the meat, she used a scimitar to cut off the ripe parts, fill her lips, and chew carefully with her fine, white teeth.

When Rigga's frenzied eating was finally over, the female warrior stopped eating. The watery turquoise blue eyes stared at the hunter who was busy grilling the wolf's leg and the few untreated scars on his body, and said with some guilt: "Riga, this forest is a hunting ground for our tribe, and it is close to the valley in the northernmost part of your tribe. You should know this forest and where it's going, right?"

"Of course I do. He looked up a little strangely, and then the hunter stopped what he was doing, and asked solemnly, "Is something going to happen?"

"Maybe you should have found out. With her hands twisted back and forth, the female warrior said the reason with some uneasiness: "Those orcs have been chasing me all along, and you have been pulled into this matter by me in a daze." ”

"Why are they chasing you?" the hunter, who had already known that it was the female warrior who had been implicated, did not feel angry or angry, but instead asked why Monica was chased by the orcs.

"After the coming-of-age ceremony, I had planned to go hunting snow wolves in the easternmost forests of the tribe. But unexpectedly, I got lost and made my way to your northernmost hunting grounds. There I found the camp where the orc safari party was stationed. The orc soldiers patrolling around me didn't give me a chance to get closer, but before I was about to leave, I spotted a team that wasn't part of the orc team. ”

"Most of them were dressed like mercenaries, dressed in various forms of leather armor and wrapped in thick fur cloaks. But a few others wore fine clothes woven from fine linen, and even the cloaks were made of precious fur such as snow fox skins. The strangers were all riding low, but strong, icefield horses, and their faces were covered with capes. In addition, the weapons in their hands look sharp and strong, and reflect the brilliant colors of steel coins when illuminated by the light. ”

"Could it be that the orcs hired some team of mercenaries to participate in the raiding of us??" Hearing this, Riga finally couldn't help but ask. "Those guys who only have steel coins in their eyes must not care about the hatred between us and the orcs!"

"I don't think so. Monica replied in the affirmative. "Those mercenaries know that our Frostbear tribe is the master of this hill, so they will not ruin a business that spring is about to come for a moment of greed. As soon as the weather warms up, caravans from human principalities flock to us to purchase furs and hire them to protect them. ”

"Regardless, an unknown force has been involved in their battle. At that time, I wanted to move closer and observe the identities of those strangers. But an orc sentry hiding in the bushes spotted me, and when I heard his warning, I immediately got up and ran, but this made it easier for the orc soldiers to spot me. That's why those abominable orcs have been able to follow me all the time. ”

Speaking of this, the female warrior explained apologetically: "In order to return to the tribe safely, tell the chiefs and wizards about this, and I can only rely on your power." I'm sorry to hurt you, but I'm ......."

"Are you leaving now?" Looking at Monica's apologetic eyes, Riga was very open-minded, he smiled heartily, and then slammed his strong little arm on his chest to show his health. "My wound is healed. The safety of the tribe is the priority, and I hope you can rush back to the tribe as soon as possible. ”

Riga's words caused the warrior to throw away the last package in her heart, so she nodded gratefully and quickly rose from the ground. Quickly wrap the roasted wolf meat and some miscellaneous items in a piece of fur and tie it firmly behind your back. After making sure that it was secure, the female warrior immediately bowed her head and broke into a quiet forest, walking into the distance.

Rega smiled bitterly as the last of the beating fiery red faded from view, remembering that he hadn't yet hunted a satisfying beast for the final rites of the rite of passage. "I wonder what happened to the two snow apes?" muttered a couple of words, and the hunter grabbed a piece of wood from his side and filled it into the fire that was a little shorter.

As the food in her stomach was quickly digested, the heat flow in Rigga's body that had recovered finally returned to its previous appearance, and even became a little thicker again. At the same time, in the flow of this mysterious power, Rigga's body gradually returned to its peak. A few shallow wounds disappeared after two prayers, leaving only a few inconspicuous scars.

The heat flow does not consume much after the wound heals, but instead becomes thicker with its movement in the hunter's body. This manifested itself in the case of the Riga, which caused the Quaid to be full of fever. At first, the hunter still lies in front of the fire to keep warm, but the heat gushing from inside his body soon makes it unnecessary for him to cling to the beating flames.

When Rriga stood in the forest and blew the cold wind, but found that it could not dissipate the heat of his body, the hunter quickly took off his upper clothes, revealing his strong body. The wound on his waist had already healed, so Riga was relieved to pick up the snow on the ground and rub it back and forth on his crimson skin, trying to relieve his rising body temperature.

The long golden body hair fluttered in the cold wind, and Riga was covered in snowflakes and melted snow, but it was still as hot as a red-hot soldering iron. The red-skinned hunter guessed that it was the result of madness, but a sudden burst of comfort made him forget all the thoughts in his mind for a while.

In the beginning, the heat flow was just a chaotic flow all over his body. But as the energetic and mysterious heat movement through Rigga's body, the toxins that had accumulated in his body since childhood began to be excreted. First of all, dense black dots emerged from the surface of the skin, but as the heat flowed more violently, the hunter leapt from the ground and pulled off his fur trousers and leggings. The toxins squeezed out of his body were mainly excreted through his intestines, so after a 'roar', Rigga's crimson body began to return to normal.

Standing naked on the snow, Riga picked up a large handful of snow from the ground and rubbed it across her body, washing away the dense but tiny black spots. When he had completely cleaned his body of dirt, the hunter returned to the fire and dried the snow from his body. It wasn't until the smell of burnt body hair was almost in the air that Riga put the warm clothes on her body satisfied.

The snow bath caused the hunter to loosen his long braided hair and hang it over the ears as sharp as the snow fox and the eyes as sharp as the eagle. But he didn't care about the long hair that hindered his hearing and vision, and crouched down to gather all his belongings together and wrapped them in a sheet of fur.

The fire was about to be extinguished by the burning of the firewood, and the hunter finally rowed in a large amount of snow and covered the fire, so as not to leave behind the burning black smoke that would reveal his position. The still-sharp one-handed tomahawk was reinserted into the belt of their thighs, and the Quaids now wanted nothing more than to encounter a ferocious beast and use its blood to prove their progress.

The mysterious heat flow flushes out toxins and repairs some of the hard wounds he left behind while exercising. So now Rigga's strength has increased a bit, and it has reached about the third level, which means that he can now go head-to-head with the "Scarface" Paso he met before without using madness.

After following Monica's guidance and walking out of the forest in the other direction, Riga finally made out where he was, and the familiar hills and valleys made him understand that he was on the border of the tribe. It is inhabited by all kinds of ferocious beasts or powerful magical beasts, and even more deadly than them are orcs. It was by roaming the borders of the various small tribes that the orc safari party made the Quid warriors who surrounded them give up.

Shaking off the snow that had fallen from the branches hanging from his shoulders, Riga turned back and cut a six-foot-long branch from a pine tree, then slashed off the excess with the blade of a battle axe. For the rest of the journey, this pine stick will definitely be more reliable than the tomahawk.

Holding the pine stick in one hand and using it against the ground to steady his body, Rigi slowly walked down the somewhat steep hill. The tomahawk that was firmly held in the other hand was, of course, to defend against the attacking beast. They may be hidden in every unnoticed corner, waiting for an opportunity to pounce.

The cold wind blowing upwards was mixed with snowflakes and ice slag, and they danced in the sky to their heart's content, but the hunter's eyes were confused, and his heart was more careful. What seemed like a short distance had taken Riga a great deal of time, and by the time his feet were firmly on the valley floor, Asther's Eye, which had been obscured by clouds of snow, had been out of position by two hours.

The valley ground is more walkable than the hillside, but there are more beasts living in it. Packs of snow wolves roam the area, ready to jump out and pounce on their prey. But this was the easiest route back to the tribe, and in order to let the chiefs and wizards know about the orcs and the mysterious force as soon as possible, the hunter had to choose this route full of deadly dangers.