The shin armor was wrapped in thick fur, and the old hunter walked step by step in the deep snow in the forest.

The icy environment felt both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Before the discovery of permafrost, there was no real cold zone in the New World, and it was natural to feel uncomfortable with the fact that there had been no ice or snow for more than 40 years.

However, few members of the mission knew that he, like Jean, was from the snowy mountains of Flasia.

Memories of childhood and youth have long since been blurred, but the body still seems to remember.

Remember how to walk in the snow with less effort, and remember everything you should pay attention to in a cold environment.

"I almost forgot that I was born in the snow country in Xia." The swordsman stopped and took a deep breath of the cold, crisp air.

"I'm afraid I won't have much chance to go back and see it in this life, so this can be regarded as a return to my hometown in another sense."

The master of swordsmanship continued to walk.

The heavy snow of the previous two days obscured the footprints, with the vast majority of traces.

If you are a young hunter who is accustomed to the convenience of insect guides, looking at this vast white snow, you will probably feel overwhelmed.

After all, if you can't find the first few traces, the guide worm won't start to lead the way.

Even a hunter like Gordon, who is good at tracking, can't help but feel tricky in the face of the thick snow that hides everything.

But the swordsman still has a calm and clear appearance.

As everyone in the team knows, he's an old-school guy who didn't even use a guide worm, let alone a projector.

He thinks it dulls his mind.

Over the decades, he has relied on his senses and technology to track and find monsters, and he has accumulated an astonishing amount of experience.

Just by taking a general glance at the snowy forest, from the terrain and the width of the gap between the trees, he could roughly judge where the Ice Tooth Dragon could not go, and where it was most likely to go.

Soon, he found a scratch on the bark of a thick cedar tree.

That trace is really small, shallow, not enough to be palm-length, and if you are not careful enough, you may ignore the past.

The swordsman walked over, confirmed the shape of the trace, and touched the surface of the trace, and had a rough idea in his heart.

Just as he was about to move on, he thought about it and walked back, pulled out the knife and peeled the bark of the sawdust tree from the edge of the trace, and put it into the insect guide cage.

The lazy guide insects lit up slightly.

You don't have to rely on the help of these little guys to find your goal, but it only takes a little more time.

Before, he wouldn't have tried to figure out this convenience, but now, he figured it out.

People have to serve the old, and the things that are convenient and easy to use should be used.

The scratches on the bark of the trees, the shrubs that had been crushed a little, looked like the terrain, but they were actually shallow snow pits where large monsters had crouched.

Relying on these traces that ordinary people can't find, the guide worm extracts enough breath.

The sun is just beginning to set in the west.

Shining insect guides flew out of the cage and led the swordsman through the labyrinthine snowforest.

Eventually, in a small hidden canyon, the old ice-toothed dragon was found.

"It's so convenient." The swordsman patted the brand-new insect guide cage on his waist and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Then, with a light step that embarrassed the young hunters, he quietly dived into the canyon.

The ice-toothed dragon was curled up in a clearing among a few tall cedars, the snow almost covering its body, and if it weren't for the slow movement of its breathing, it would almost have thought it was a corpse.

On the side, there was also a corpse of Bobo that had been eaten in half and had been frozen hard by the cold wind.

"Sure enough, you're also old, don't you have such a good appetite?" The swordsman muttered to himself silently, "If it was young, a whole Bobo would barely fill his stomach, right?" ”

The sword master raised his head and looked at the sky again.

It was darker than before, and a faint afterglow shrouded the small canyon.

Now that the location of the target has been confirmed, according to his usual habits, he should quietly retreat at this time and wait until dawn tomorrow before officially starting the hunt.

- Night hunting is more dangerous.

That's what Master taught him from the time he was an apprentice.

He did it all his life, but now, he suddenly had something else in mind.

"The sun is about to go down, we don't have much time, so we won't waste any more time, right?"

The swordsman whispered, pouring a bottle of hot drink.

Then, as if performing some kind of ritual, he pulled down his armor and carefully adjusted the helmet, not forgetting to pick up the old feather on the back of the helmet.

The hot blood rushed in his body for the first time in a long time, rampage, and the sound of his heart beating was still powerful.

The boiling fighting spirit and momentum are vigorous.

Like an old cat, the old ice-toothed dragon with an old face and a chin lying on the back of his claws opened his eyes suddenly.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the Ice Tooth Dragon, who hated the bright light environment, narrowed its ice-blue eyes and locked onto the opponent in front of it.

After the previous two lessons, it didn't dare to underestimate this bipedal creature that was not as long as its own claws.

Slightly bowed, muscles tense, ready for battle.

The swordsman also pulled out his Wyvern Sword [Silver].

It had been years since he had taken out this fire sword, which seemed to be forged from pure silver.

The opponent in front of him is worth his full effort.

"Let's take the lead."

The swordsman took the initiative to step forward and launched a charge towards the Ice Tooth Dragon.

Faced with a rushing opponent, the Ice Tooth Dragon roared and swung its huge claws to stop the hunter.

The claws that swung horizontally blocked almost all of the paths of the charge, but the speed of the master of swordsmanship remained undiminished, and at the moment when the claws were about to approach, he swung his blade diagonally.

The scorching blade intersected with the claws, and the master swordsman continued to swing his sword in the direction of the claws, deflecting the attack with minimal force.

The Ice Tooth Dragon's claws swept against his shoulder, leaving a tear in his shoulder armor.

The swordsman had already taken advantage of the situation to break through the blockade of the arms and claws and burrow into the front of the Ice Tooth Dragon.

Unpretentious, but swift enough to make any Archalist slash fall, slicing a blood-spattered wound on the side of the Ice Tooth Dragon's face.

This is a "stunt" that has been honed repeatedly with millions of sword swings over the decades.

Before the blood that could drip from the blade of the sword, it was scorched to ashes by the high temperature of the dragon flame, and the blood beads that splattered out were frozen by the cold freezing air around the ice tooth dragon's body.

The Ice Tooth Dragon took two steps back in pain, its eyes fixed on the hunter in front of him, its ice-blue pupils full of fear.

The swordsman did not rush to attack, but set up a large Xia structure, and the scorching tip of the sword pointed straight at the opponent.

"If you don't show some real skills, the battle will end soon."

As if he understood his words, the old icetooth dragon exhaled a breath of frost.

Dense ice needles climbed its massive claws and carapace, and the broken amber tusks were covered with ice, turning into frost fangs.

"That's right, we're all old, physical strength is not a strong point, everything can be taken out as soon as possible." The swordsman's laughter came through the visor.

I really talk a lot today, maybe because of the excitement of seeing "the same kind".

"State of Courage. Oh – this feeling, the legs and feet seem to have become more flexible. ”

Ps.

Suddenly reacted - the three people hit by this frost blade are all too knife men, and the videos about the frost blade are basically too knife videos, mysterious.

(End of chapter)