With a vigorous stride, Riga returns to the house where she lives, only to find that Daddy Thorne and Gus are not there. Not surprising to know that they had gone to help their friend with rough carpentry, the hunter picked up the flint and steel from the table and knocked it, and Riga finally lit the oil lamp on the wooden table.

A berry-sized flame immediately jumped out of the rope made of extremely fine linen silk, illuminating the surrounding tabletop. The lamp oil made of snow badger grease immediately emitted a little pale white smoke, but it quickly disappeared as the hunter provoked the wick.

The flames flickered and grew larger, so that the entire table top was covered by a soft and flat light, like a silver moonlight pouring down like a thin veil. Riga took the hide from her bosom and laid it out on the table with a small sound, carefully and discreetly. Ancient and intricate words immediately jumped out of the brown animal skin scroll, and they surged like a fountain of spirit, and were remembered by Riga in the depths of his mind. 'Literacy', a simple spell, allowed Riga to finally obtain countless important messages recorded on the scroll.

The Skin Scroll was also written by Kennell, the former Frostbear Wizard. At the beginning, the Grand Sorcerer explains the origin of the scroll, which was dictated by a Bosque warrior. It records the cultivation methods of the strongest warriors of the Quid clan, but it is divided into two parts.

The hunter had only the first half, but it was enough for him. Zart Firmament Roar had explained some of the techniques of cultivation to him, but it was only when he came into contact with the detailed and detailed text that Riga gradually grasped the mysteries.

Riga huddled in the room and began to learn powerful methods, but several teams of Quaid warriors began to hunt in the cold wind.

The fortress is surrounded by a large clearing, and even low bushes are very rare. The scarcity of plants makes it almost impossible for animals to come here, because food is the factor that migrates and settles.

Several hunters had to travel long distances to further afield. As they walked into a pine forest with tired steps, the walls of the fortress had turned into a black spot in their eyes. It's a long way from the settlement, but it's the only place where enough prey can be caught.

With a wide hood on his head, Gal shook his cloak, his body hot from the long journey, and he was not at all afraid of the cold from the top of the Northlands. With a long white breath coming from his mouth and nose, Garr wiped the snow from his eyebrows and beard with his fingers, then sat down on the fur-covered roots.

The snow had melted from the heat transmitted from his face, but it had condensed into ice slag as it flowed down. Gal tried to get them down quickly, but the pain from the roots of his tawny beard forced him to crush the ice and then slam it down on the snow.

After resting for about a time to pray, when several hunters had begun to tremble from the cold wind whistling through the woods, Garl straightened up from the roots. "My brothers, it's time to start hunting, or we'll all be hard statues. ”

The Quaid warriors, who had already rested, also stood up one after another, moving their slightly stiff bodies on the ground. The sky was still overcast after the blizzard had stopped, and the gray snow clouds blocked the sunlight from Esther, but the white snow-covered ground reflected little light, illuminating the pine forest brightly and clearly.

Gal lifted the hood off his head, revealing his long, braid brown hair. Without any protection, the ears and forehead immediately felt the chill from the air. As the blood flowed, Gar's ears immediately turned red and swollen, but this did not affect the Quaid's keen hearing.

A group of men tread through the snow like nimble tanuki, and when they saw signs of animals walking on the snow, the warriors immediately knelt down and carefully scanned their surroundings. The pine forests are so inhabited by animals that the Quaid warriors captured several snowcocks and a wolverine in less than an hourglass. Gal could have hunted a snow hare, but the cunning prey turned in front of a snow pit, causing the Quid to fall into it, and his shoulders were still sore.

Luckily, Garl was joined by Palson, a dark-brown-haired sentry who had come with the crowd to hunt because he was resting. He was a good marksman, and from the smoky brown wooden bow he had shot arrows through the bodies of three prey.

Seeing that Estel had begun to lean towards the west, the hunters' hearts finally showed a trace of anxiety, although there were still more than four hourglasses before the fall of the day, they did not hunt a huge prey. The big guys of the Quaid also need large chunks of food, and these small beasts are not even enough for a few of them.

A dark-yellow-haired Quaid warrior took the lead in Gal and his piercing eyes swept around, and he was soon lucky enough to spot a puddle of dung. The pile of black stubby was frozen, but when the warrior broke it open, a stinking white vapor came out of it.

"It's a reindeer! It's not far from us. The dark-yellow-haired warrior immediately shouted in joy as the clansmen who followed him rushed forward.

Gal ran over with his aching shoulders and was the first to lean over and climb up the small snow slope next to him. What appears in the eyes of the Quaid people is a herd of reindeer. Nearly a dozen adult reindeer are meekly and vigilantly feeding on the ground, cutting through the snow that has been laid on the ground and nibbling at the frozen moss and lichen that hide on the ground with their thick lips and teeth. In the center of the herd was a large male deer, about five feet tall at the shoulders, but half as tall as a pair of horns.

The pair of horns split into two parts, a pair of small horns reaching forward to the top of its nose, as high as its eyes. But the long horns were thick and large, bent backwards, but eventually stabbed forward again, and the tips parted into several short horns like branches.

The hunters immediately spread out as much as they could, and they made their way gently through the snow, lest their movements startle the nearby beasts. But in the end, one of the warriors made an unexpected noise, and he inadvertently leaned over, rubbed against a branch, and finally shook off the snowflakes on the pine needles.

The reindeer immediately gathered in front of the head deer in a panic, and then began to run in the opposite direction. Several hunters immediately stood up and shot the arrows in their hands, but the strong wind made the arrows very poorly accurate, and most of them were easily blown aside. Only Parson's stone arrow hit a stag in the buttocks, allowing it to flee more quickly.

"Block them, stop them!" said Gal, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, quickly stood up and chased. Two bronze swords swung in his hands, but they didn't help the hunt until Parson behind him fired another arrow. The arrow spun and threw it into the leg of the last reindeer, causing it to stagger and fall to the ground, but quickly got back to its feet.

It's the deer. The guardian of the tribe stayed last to protect his people, only to be attacked by the ferocious Quaid hunters. Not intending to let the stag find a chance to escape, Gal immediately ran straight into it. He was confident that he could kill the beast before the head deer could attack him, but a pine heel buried deep in the snow tripped him.

Gal flew and fell, his hands holding his weapon sliding a little bit on the ground before stopping. But the stag appeared in front of him, and the beast, weighing more than a thousand pounds, kicked down the Quaid's front hooves so hard that even Parson, who was following him, could not save it.

Eventually, however, the stag fell, with a black arrow stuck in his right eye, and a large manicured feather on his tail swaying to release a grayish-white afterimage. Then a cyan cloak flashed through the pine forest in the distance, and another arrow fell from the sky, and it was accurately projected at the wooden bow that Parson had drawn, slicing the bowstring made of snow wolf tendons.

The dark-brown-haired Quaid warrior stood for a moment, until his eyes could no longer see the cyan cloak, and then he wiped his cold sweat and squatted down. As he picked up the arrow, he found a fine roll of linen-colored cloth tied to it.