As the air-dried holly leaves were crushed by the teeth and mixed with saliva, the spicy taste immediately soaked into his throat, burning like a flame from the warrior's mouth, and his face, which had been frozen pale by the cold air, quickly reddened. "The gentle slope is narrow, but it should allow two people to walk side by side. The warrior, whose lips were hot from the spicy taste, inhaled and replied, his beard, less than an inch long, shaking violently with his jaw. The violent effect of the holly leaves made him feel as if his chest was filled with a burning flame, which could only be dissipated by the cold wind that carried the icy aura of the top of the Northland.

Riga led the group south, and sure enough, he quickly found the winding passage. The slopes are still steep, but the way down is soothed by the twists and turns.

"It looks like it was specially hewn out. Walking at the front of the line, Riga was the first to notice the striking features that had been artificially left around the passage. He hurried to a rock, the entrance to the passage. Brushing his fingers across the chiseled stairs with a tough style, the hunter felt the chill coming from above through his deerskin gloves.

"That's true, maybe it's a relic left behind in the age of kings. The Redbeard Warrior shook his long beard covered in white frost and opened his mouth in agreement as he tried to make the ice slag fall a little lighter. Praise God, this must be a sign of our victory. It's like a raven chirps before calamity. ”

Noticing the affirmative gaze coming from the hunter's eyes, Gal moved awkwardly and reluctantly to remove the package from his cloak. Inside there are a lot of miscellaneous items, including a horn made from the sharp horns of a yak. This tool, which has been used in the Quaid tribe for hundreds of years, is capable of producing a sound more melodious than the beating of a drum, connecting with companions who are far away.

When the sound of the long horn, which was lower than the howling of the cold wind, sounded, the warriors sent out by Riga to explore the way reacted from the search, listened intently to the echoing horn and received the news from it. They responded with alternating horns, and it didn't take long for Riga to get the scout's answer.

The Hunter had the Redbeard Warrior at the front, followed closely by the rest of the group. Gal and Riga were at the end of the line, remaining on the hillside to wait for the scouts who had not yet returned.

Because it didn't take long, the scout warriors were soon here. After receiving Rigga's hug, they descended in order, one by one, towards the bottom of the slope. Because the passage is semi-enclosed, the stone staircase carved out of it is covered with snow, which makes the Quaid have to walk carefully to prevent them from knocking over the people in front of them when they fall.

Watching the people gradually reach the bottom of the slope safely, Riga became more and more anxious, because two of the scouts sent out had not returned. Although they knew that they were all experienced ice hunters, the Quaid people were still as irritable as boiling water.

Less than three dozen warriors were soon in the passage, and when the wind and snow in the sky increased again and began to fall as dense as fine grains of salt, Riga spotted two staggering figures approaching in the distance. It was his people, the members of the team. But the two scouts were followed by a group of brown beasts, which scurried through the forest like ghosts, occasionally swooping out to attack the recalcitrant warriors, leaving wounds of varying shades on their bodies.

"It's a group of cave lions. Looks like we're in trouble. Gar, with a horn around his neck, muttered under his breath as he quickly drew two bronze swords. The weapons he had just taken care of were still greasy with grease, but Gal didn't have time to wipe them off.

Staying at the back of the two was Paul, a stout but clumsy Quaid who had wanted to get to the bottom of the slope a little earlier, but no one wanted to move back and forth in front of him, as it looked like fighting a ferocious beast. In case this sluggish fat man stepped into the air, then the warriors around him would definitely be overwhelmed by the weight of more than three hundred pounds.

The carcass of the cave lion had been divided into a dozen pieces just now, and after the crumbs were discarded, the edible flesh had been carried on some of the stronger warriors, and now Paul had less than fifty pounds of animal flesh and a lion's skin. So when he saw Gal draw his weapon, the fat man immediately did so. He threw down the piece of meat he was carrying on his shoulders and pulled out a sledgehammer from behind his back. The handle of the hammer is a dark green bronze stick, but the hammer head, which is larger than his head, is made of the wood of the iron tree. This plant is extremely special, and its tight trunk is comparable to metal in hardness.

Rushing out before the two Quaid warriors were Riga, and the hunter looked at the two of his fellow men who were about to fall, and his heart was already filled with eager fire. He thought that if he brought these fighters out, then he should return them intact.

The wide wolfskin cloak fluttered in the wind and dragged behind the hunter, but was quickly untied by him as he slowed down. Like a dark cloud, the cloak rolled in the air and fell to the bottom of the slope. With only his shoulders and fur coat left, Riga immediately sped up, his body nimble like a rock monkey running wildly in the snow.

When a cave lion leaps up again, the scarred scout warrior finally fails to raise his weapon due to exhaustion, and is bitten by the beast in the neck. The pain caused the Quaid scout to scream, but another ferocious predator then bit him down on the throat, cutting off the source of the sound.

The other warrior was so frightened by the screams that his feet immediately tripped on the roots of a tree, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, rolling forward a few yards. This allowed him to dodge the pounce of the beast behind him, and when the cave lion tried to bite him on the leg again, the warrior who had already recovered from his consciousness immediately retracted his leg and slashed his tomahawk into the beast's nose with great force.

The tip of the most fragile and sensitive nose was attacked, and the huge cave lion immediately roared and took a step back, but in an instant, the beast, whose wound was bleeding outward, swung its front paws even harder, ready to tear open the enemy with its scimitar-like claws.

Watching the majestic upper limbs stretched out from the cave lion's attack gradually grow larger, the Quid warrior immediately held the battle axe in both arms and raised it, struggling to block the beast's attack. The beast was not in the shuffle of being clawed, it just opened its muzzle full of hideous teeth and bit down viciously on the scout warrior's head.

Glancing hard at the corpses of his companions who had been torn apart by the cave lion, the Quid lifted his leg and pressed his knee against the beast's belly, but the thousand-pound weight on his body kept him unable to move, and he could only watch as the lion's kiss enlarged in front of him, spitting out a stinking hot wind.

Just as he began to imagine the pain of having his head torn open, some fishy warm liquid suddenly dripped from the cave lion's mouth. The scout thought it was the saliva of the beast, but the pain that had not come for a long time made him open his eyes carefully. The dark red lion's blood soaked the frosty eyelashes, flowing into the eye sockets with melted blood, but the scout quickly shook his head and shook off the excess blood, making a closer look at the black tip of the sword sticking out of the lion's kiss.

"Get up, my brother. The strong and familiar Quaide rang in his ears, and then the scout felt a lightness as the body of the cave lion was tossed aside by the visitor. "Let's go. The warrior spoke eagerly, pulling him up behind him.

Note: The Age of Kings and the Age of Santa Marta are the years when King Quaid ruled over the Ice Fields.

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