With one hand on the ground, Riga staggered to his feet from the ground at risk of a broken wound, and the wound on his waist didn't even hurt him much in the ice. Walking over to the corpses of the orcs, Riga began to collect some of the necessities of life again, such as the inferior ale that he had used up before, and the salt and dried meat as seasonings.

The first thing Riga saw were two bulging skin sacs hanging from the orc's waist. Covering his body with his cloak, the hunter slowly half-crouched down, his left hand bent over his knee, and his right hand straightened out and grabbed the strap of the leather bag and lifted it up. After pulling out the cork of the leather bag with a "pop", a faint smell of ale immediately wafted out. Regardless of whether the skin was clean or not, Riga directly tilted his head and swallowed a large mouthful.

As the frothy liquor slid into his stomach, the hunter immediately felt a faint warmth. Satisfied, with a belch to the cold wind, Riga immediately hung two skins on his chest as the most important items.

Rriga and his fellow Trials were only allowed to possess a purpose-made black bone spear. Wizards and tribal chieftains would not have added a tip of precious bronze to their spears if they weren't afraid of encountering too powerful beasts, so the ale stolen from the orcs became one of the few items he could keep out the cold. After pulling out two more packets of cured meat and a pickled apple from the two orc shooters, the hunter nodded in satisfaction.

For Monica, the female warrior who went to hunt down the orcs, Riga already knew from the previous killings that this "thorn flower" was not easy to provoke, so he didn't have to worry about her safety.

It took almost half an hourglass for Riga to stagger back to the extinguishing pile with a spear. After trying his best to light another fire, Riga sat down at the fire, waiting quietly for the long night to pass.

In front of the dimming fire, Riga slowly and carefully chewed on the freshly grilled jerky in his mouth, carrying an unplugged leather bag in his right hand, and occasionally pouring brown foaming ale into his mouth.

The blood loss from the wound made his head dizzy, so the hunter had to eat to ward off the constant sleepiness. Although the wound on the waist had been tightly bandaged with burlap, the smell of blood still leaked from it unstoppably. Until this tempting smell, Riga wasn't sure that the snow ape's droppings could stop the greedy and hungry beasts of deep winter.

Meimei swallowed a large gulp of ale, and the hunter shoved the last piece of brown jerky in his hand, which was already a little cold, dry, and had a slight fishy taste, into his teeth, and then carefully stuffed the wooden cork tightly. Looking at the one-handed axe that had been stained with a lot of dark red blood spots within reach, the hunter mustered his spirits, put his hands together, and plunged viciously into the fluffy snow. He scooped out a large handful of clean snowflakes and rubbed them vigorously on his face. With the back and forth of his palms, the hunter's cheeks and soft golden beard were immediately stained with unmelted snow and freshly melted droplets. After a shiver, all fatigue was left behind by the Quaids.

Perhaps genuinely afraid of the snow ape's power, the hunters were not attacked by wild beasts for most of the night. Sitting alone in the darkness of the night, Rriga watched the red moon go down and the black moon rise, and then waited for the Eye of Radiance in the cold and the roar of the beast with anger or contentment.

The moment the light shone out, the blizzard, which had lasted more than twelve hourglasses, also stopped, and the sky as blue as a mountain lake then covered the silent ice field. Monica, the female warrior who had gone in pursuit of the orc warriors, finally came back in the newborn sunshine, her delicate face was full of exhaustion, and her mischievous and confident red curls looked a little dry and withered, but her big watery blue eyes still radiated a dangerous and powerful edge.

In addition to the extra scars on her snow-white leather armor, she also carried three black braids unique to orc warriors in her hands. Unceremoniously throwing aside the orc hair braid in her hand, the female warrior looked at the ground around the hunter with furs and various miscellaneous items, immediately pursed her hot lips, and sat down unceremoniously on a dark gray fur with black stripes.

"How's your wound?" asked casually, reaching out to take the leather bag handed by Riga, Monica pretended to be rude and pulled the cork and poured a mouthful.

"It feels terrible. The hunter looked pained, clutching his bandaged wound, "Even now I can't move my body freely. ”

Grabbing a few slices of dried meat that had been roasted on charcoal, the female warrior devoured the largest slice viciously, frowning as beautiful as a crescent moon. She looked at the bloodstained sackcloth that the hunter was bandaging outside the wound and said helplessly: "Then you can cultivate it, I hope this will not affect your trial." With that, the warrior began to focus on the jerky in her hand, hoping to soothe her body, which had become hungry from the night's killing. Riga sat cross-legged by the fire with slightly narrowed eyes alone, thinking about things that no one knew.

After about an hourglass, the warrioress finally felt like she had regained her strength, and after nodding at Riga, she tightened her cloak and got up to leave. Riga nodded at her with a feeble look, as if such an action would consume most of his stamina.

After the figure of the female warrior gradually disappeared from view, Riga sat up straight, stretched out her somewhat stiff arms, and moved closer to the fire. The wound on his waist wasn't particularly serious, and with the effect of the heat flow in his body gradually recovering, the triangular wound caused by the stone arrow had healed more than half. It's just that the hunter has a little doubt about the female warrior Monica. During their first meeting, Riga noticed the scars on her leather armor, and the orc warriors attacked the two of them that night. And the female warriors also seem to have a great hatred for the orcs, so much so that they will hunt down the remaining orc warriors until they are beheaded.

"There must be a conspiracy in this. Muttering a damp twig into the fire, Riga watched the black smoke slowly rise and disappear, then touched the wound on his waist before warming himself up in front of the fire. It didn't take too long, and the dots formed by the female warrior reappeared at the limit of Riga's vision. As she approached, the hunter noticed that she was carrying two gray fur snow rabbits with stiff bodies.

It turned out that he had gone hunting. Looking at the female warrior who swayed to the fire, Riga immediately added a few thick sticks of wood to make the flame burn even more vigorously. Throwing the two lifeless snow rabbits on the ground, the female warrior hurried close to the fire to keep warm, rubbing her hands and complaining: "This is our food, and the leftover jerky should be preserved." You ought to pray to Higra the Fury to heal that damn wound, or I'll have to hunt for you one more prey. ”

Riga thanked him sincerely, and then pulled the snow rabbit thrown by the female warrior. Pulling the bronze dagger from his thigh, the hunter easily cut a two-inch-long cut in the fur of the snow hare's back. Following this opening, Riga grabbed the snow rabbit's neck with one hand and tore its fur with the other. The snow hare, which weighed less than three pounds, was like a light toy in his hands, easily stripped of half of its fur. Then, the hunter tore off the fur of the snow rabbit in front of him, and as for the rabbit's head, his big thick hand twisted it and "clicked" twice, and then unscrewed it.

After also stripping the other hare's fur, the hunter sliced open the hare's abdomen with a short knife, then took out the debris and threw it into a small pit that a female warrior had just dug with a stone axe, and then watched her bury it in a thick layer of snow, so as to prevent the smell of blood from attracting the hungry beast.

After washing the snow hare's body with clean snow, the hunter took two freshly cut branches from Monica's hand and strung them together. Taking a skewered snow rabbit from Riga's hand, the female warrior immediately placed it on the fire with a smile on her face. From her delicate face, there was no indication of the ruthlessness of her previous killings.

While turning the rabbit meat, she took out a little coarse salt from the package that the hunter had brought back and skillfully rubbed it on the rabbit meat, and the female warrior looked as harmless as a freshly hatched snowcock cub at the moment.

Snow hares that live on the ice fields are at the bottom of the biological chain, so most of their lives are running and running for their lives. This makes it one of the most famous foods on the ice field, making it compact and delicious.

Under the scorching of dark red charcoal, the snow rabbit meat immediately began to shrink, and the golden fat continued to seep out of the rabbit meat and drip onto the fire, leaving a "zizi" sound. In order to make the rabbit meat more delicious, Riga also deliberately applied the fat to the snow rabbit's body again to make the taste more even.

The tantalizing aroma immediately wafted from the piping hot rabbit meat and burrowed into the noses of Riga and Monica, causing them to swallow a mouthful of saliva involuntarily. In the past few days of the trial, neither of them has tasted hot food once. The salt-sprinkled rabbit meat tastes coarse, but it's already an incomparable delicacy for Riga and Monica.

Pieces of flesh weighing more than two pounds quickly vanished from their hands, turning into heat and power that filled their bodies. For a moment, only a slight chewing sound echoed around the fire, and this just temporarily maintained the alliance between the two, preventing the suspicion hidden in each other's hearts from surfacing the surface.