No matter how much the death of the red-robed mage affected the Terran mercenaries who were long overdue, Riga resolutely left the cave. He walked through the cold forest, wrapping his tattered fur coat tightly and covering the ice dragon skin inner armor over his close-fitting tunics. Light and warm, this rare treasure had saved his life more than once, so the Quaid regarded it as his most cherished item.

A long-haired gray snow badger skin is tied diagonally between the shoulders and the chest and abdomen, so that the baby snow bear huddled in it can be kept warm and comfortable. Riga strolled through the forest, letting the cold wind of snow and ice blow past him. Hunger, cold, and exhaustion ravaged his body and his will, but the desire to return home churned deep inside him like hot lava, crushing all the difficulties that stood in his way.

After climbing another hill, Riga gently patted the snow bear, who had been restlessly trying to poke his head out, and then poked his frost-covered chin forward. When he saw clearly the strange environment that appeared in the misty vision, the Quaid people's hearts immediately became extremely depressed. This is obviously not the hunting ground of the Sparin tribe, which means that Riga doesn't know when he will be able to return to see Daddy Thorne. Turning a simple hunt into such a complicated one, Riga began to quietly curse the frost bear in his heart.

Some sunlight could be faintly seen in the sky, but the blizzard obscured the location of the scorching sun, making it impossible for Riga to judge the direction around him. After another prayer session, Riga gave up on this method in frustration and hid back in the forest, behind a stout pine tree.

In such a brutal environment, the short observation caused Riga to lose a lot of energy. Even the Quaid's bare cheeks had been cut several times by the snowflakes, and the blood immediately oozed out of the wound, only to be quickly frozen into dark red ice slag.

Sighing and descending the hillside, Riga slid diagonally into a sunken rock to rest. He tried to escape the growing snowstorm, but the sudden hunger pangs in his stomach forced the Quaid to prepare for the hunt. The slain red-robed mage had only a few parchment scrolls, a few gems, and a variety of bizarre spellcasting materials, none of which could be used as food. The Quid had a leather bag containing food such as jerky and potante fruit, but in the previous battle, the leather bag had long since fallen to the bottom of the bag.

The little snow bear tied to its warm chest also began to scratch uneasily. It seems like it's time to eat. Rega thought to herself. In fact, what bothered him the most was this beast that had just reached the full moon and could only swallow warm milk. Its small and lovely teeth can only be considered ornamental at present, and even the softest and most delicious parts of the animal's body cannot be bitten.

Removing the only swingable tomahawk from the outside of his thigh, Riga gently brushed the smooth surface of the axe with his right deerskin glove. Feeling the sharpness coming from above, the Quaid walked up to a birch tree about an inch wide and slashed it sideways. When the tree about six feet tall fell, Riga immediately walked up and cut off all the surrounding branches to make a straight wooden pole. Eventually, Quaid pulled out the short knife from the belt behind his waist and tied it firmly to a section of the pole with a slender fur cut from the edge of the cloak to make a rudimentary but practical spear.

The heavy and hard-wielding tomahawk wasn't suitable for hunting, so Riga was only able to take the time to create such a light 'weapon'. Hanging the tomahawk from a belt on the outside of his thigh, the Quid tried to swing his humble spear a few times. After nodding his head in satisfaction, he comforted the snow bear on his chest and plunged headlong into the gloomy forest where the cold wind shrieked.

The harsh and brutal living conditions of the winter make every animal know to eat enough food in their meals. Too little food can cause them to lose their stamina to run for their lives in the event of hunger, and too much food can cause them to lose their vigilance from their surroundings. So the ** who survived drove these beasts who knew how to eat in moderation to walk on the ice field and find one place after another with food.

Cloaked in a gray cloak, Riga hunched over the snow, searching for suitable prey. The slight footsteps and covert movements made the Quaid very well hidden and difficult to spot, so he quickly found a group of beasts that suited him.

It was a herd of slender, four-legged snow antelopes, the tallest of which was six feet tall. The beast stood straight on a high ground, its wary gaze scanning the surroundings. Only in the gap will it lower its head and find some hay from the ground to eat. Feeding on it were several beautiful female antelopes with soft fur, and Riga was targeting the fattest of them. Just because its swollen, milky** will provide enough food for the little snow bear.

Riga uncontrollably roasted fat antelope meat appeared in his head, but the illusion of hunger was quickly thrown aside by him. The Quaid quietly made their way along the snow, covering themselves with the help of the rotten wood or snowdrifts that are common in the forest that have fallen to the ground due to breaks.

Riga drew closer, but when he was only a dozen yards away from the antelope herd, the keen head finally sensed something unusual coming from the air. It raised its head high and looked around, twitching through the air with its nose more sensitive than that of a hound.

When it finally smelled the scent of the Quaid from the howling wind, Riga poked his head out of hiding and threw the spear in his hand. The rudimentary spear quickly sliced through the air that was about to freeze together with the cold. The wooden pole, which had not been stripped of its bark, caused it to raise a white shadow, and stabbed the she-antelope in the neck like a flying finch and nailed it to the ground as hard as metal.

To Riga's surprise, another short spear flew out from the opposite direction. The sharp weapon with the metal spearhead appeared in front of the head sheep in an instant, tearing its skull and stabbing the huge ram to the ground. The smell of blood in the air caused the remaining antelopes to flee quickly, and in less than two breaths, the spirits of nature disappeared from the edge of vision. All that remained were two antelopes still struggling in the snow, unconsciously slashing their limbs, and two dangerous hunters who had re-hidden.

Riga carefully removed the tomahawk from his lap and slowly moved backwards, but the little snow bear on his chest suddenly let out an uncontrollable whimper. The Quaid unwittingly squeezed the little beast's claws with nervous movements, and it immediately protested with its voice.

"Who are you, why are you hunting in the hunting grounds of the Sopa tribe?" At this moment, a skilled Quaidh came from the other side, speaking a woman, and a female warrior whom Riga knew.

"It's me, Monica. Scrambling to take off his hood, Riga hurriedly jumped out of hiding and shouted. "I'm Riga. Perhaps fearing that he would be forgotten, the Quaid added at the end, "It's the one who cooperated with you in the rite of passage." ”

"Of course I remember you, Riga. Monica's slender figure immediately flashed out from behind a pine tree, her voice tinged with a hint of curiosity and incredulity.

The female warrior was still dressed as before, and the white leather armor made of snow bear skin wrapped around the graceful body. Countless fiery red curls hung down from his hooded head, and two large watery blue eyes dotted with curved eyebrows. The delicate white face has an intoxicating beauty of wild surnames.

"How did you end up here?" Seeing Riga's embarrassed appearance, the female warrior immediately burst out laughing unabashedly. The red-robed mage's blazing fireball ruined most of his hair and beard, making the Quaid look like a coyote that had just emerged from a moldy tree hole.

"This ......" Riga's face immediately became embarrassed, after all, it was as if it was telling an ancient legend passed down from the tribe, and it was unbelievable.

After about three or four breaths, Monica finally stopped laughing, her eyes fixed on Riga's expression, and she asked again, "How did you get here?" ”

The corners of his mouth trembled, and Rui Qiang grinned an ugly smile and replied vaguely, "It's all because of those Terran mercenaries." Now which direction should I go back to the tribe? I must go back as soon as possible, the wizard and the chief are still waiting for news from me. In order to get around the topic quickly, Riga fortunately used the chieftain and the wizard as his excuse.

Giving Riga a strange look, the female warrior suddenly became interested in the Quaid experience, but he didn't ask directly. "Walk all the way south, over two hills and through a forest, and you will see the hunting grounds belonging to the Spayin tribe. Monica answered Riga's question in detail.

Riga immediately thanked him and wanted to leave, but at the same time, the little snow bear hiding on his chest whimpered again with hunger.

"What is this? What's wrong with you?" the female warrior looked at Riga with some panic as she squirmed her chest, and she almost pulled out the scimitar hanging from her waist.

"Just a young beast that I caught. Rega explained, lifting her cloak. When he pulled the little fluffy snow bear out of the fur tied to his chest, the cute little beast immediately conquered the female warrior.

"What a cute little guy. Monica snatched the bear from Riga and pointed her cold finger at the slimy pink nose. But the little one was not happy, and when the tip of its warm nose touched the cold glove, it immediately kicked its limbs unsatisfied, and bit its fingers viciously. But the immature baby teeth could not do any harm to the female warrior, but it was their vicious appearance that made Monica even more happy.

"It's a snow bear, but it's probably just a full moon. Riga looked at the bear being toyed with, and finally apologized and explained, "It must have screamed because it was hungry." ”

ps: Thank you for the reward. In addition, because of the bad state recently, the chapter is slightly watery, please forgive me. I'll revise it as soon as possible.