On the ice fields of the Alps, the wind whistled through the ice slag, and the sky and the earth were gray.

In the winter when the blizzards are raging, this is not a good place to travel. Unless you want to be a death ice sculpture for the subhuman tribes that thrive on the northern blood rocks on the other side of the mountain.

It's just that there are accidents in everything.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Fur boots fell on the thick snow, blending into the cold wind with a slight but lonely note.

It was a cautious figure, cautiously surveying the snow around him, as if looking for something.

From the still young face, it can be seen that he is not very old; The two eyebrows extend towards the hairline, thick and flamboyant, and the firm nose bridge and deep eye sockets make the squinting eyes look deep. Wrapped in a gray-white animal skin cloak, he was unobtrusive in this iron forest, except for a few strands of bright red hair that protruded mischievously from the fur hood, flying wantonly with the cold wind, revealing his identity.

Apparently, he's Chris Eaton.

In Viscount Eton's domain, only one person had bright red hair.

At this moment, he stopped in front of an iron tree covered in snowflakes, and squinted at the layer of snow ten meters away.

There were a few grains of excrement there.

Half-covered by snowflakes, it has long been frozen stiff and crystal clear by the extremely cold weather.

However, from the shape of the oval and the color of the ash, it is easy to tell that it was born in the stomach of the snow fox.

Chris stared at a few grains of excrement for a few moments, until he was sure that he was right, and then slowly bent down and walked backwards.

As he moved, he flicked the snow under the hem of his cloak and covered the footprints on the snow.

He did it carefully.

It was only about fifty paces away, and it took him half an hour.

The effect is worth it.

Even the best hunters of the subhuman tribe would not have thought that anyone had ever stayed here.

Retreating to the bottom of another iron tree, Chris quickly cut through the snow with his hands, digging a snow pit where he could lie down.

He's going to bury himself.

Before lying down in the snow pit, don't forget to take a small pouch from the side of your waist and sprinkle it evenly on your body with the gray powder inside.

These gray powders are a mixture of wild animal feces, carrion, and blood-stained sand, and have a slightly fishy odor, which can completely hide the smell of the body and clothes, and make some beasts with a keen sense of smell think that there are the remains of hunted beasts that have not been eaten and eaten.

The wind was still raging.

As time passed, the snowflakes falling from the sky and the ice cubes hanging from the iron branches accumulated on the snow layer where Chris was hiding, and finally completely covered up the traces of man-made here.

From a distance, there was nothing unusual about the iron tree.

If you look closer, you will see a black and yellow bone emerging from the snow, like the remains of a beast that has been pulled out of the tip of an iceberg by the cold wind.

In the winter months of the Alps, where food is scarce, the remains of wild animals are precious.

It is the gift of God's mercy, which can not be sought; It is a food that does not require too much physical effort and does not need to work hard to get through the winter.

At least, for the owner of the pair of red beaded eyes a hundred meters away.

It was a snow fox.

Not the most powerful beast in the snowy region, but the most difficult prey to catch.

Its sensitive sense of smell makes it easy to spot danger approaching; The long and narrow body is like a snow elf stepping on the snow without a trace when it is rushing for its life. Even the Cat Folk tribe, who are the best at hunting in the subhuman tribe, no one dares to boast that they can hunt with complete certainty.

At this moment, it was lying on all fours on the snow, staring at the bone with its trademark scarlet eyes.

From the look of those red eyes, it is not difficult to see its craving for food.

But the immobile body, the sniffing nose from time to time, and the slightly trembling ears are still cautiously catching the possible danger.

I don't know how long it took.

Snow Fox moved.

After all, it is still reluctant to give the food that God has given it.

Or, as the beasts that survive in this snowy region know that every full meal requires all efforts and risking their lives, it is not surprising that they have to take risks this time.

It is moving slowly on its knees with the strength of its limbs.

Two pointed ears, sometimes forward and sometimes sideways, listen for unknown and dangerous movements.

One meter...

Three meters ....

10 meters ......

It moved very slowly, until it was about fifty meters away from the iron tree where Chris was buried, and then suddenly straightened up and ran with all his might. The four-legged body with thick pads did not make a sound on the snow, and its figure was extremely fast, leaving only a white shadow in the snow.

It has to be said that it is highly alert.

Even when facing the wreckage of wild beasts, he still maintains his speed and strength by trying to bite as he rushes, so that he still has a chance to escape when unknown danger comes.

It's just a pity.

As it grabbed the bone, a human hand suddenly pulled up from under the snow, grabbed it by the neck, and pressed it to the snow.

Click~

With a slight bone crash, the brilliance in the snow fox's scarlet pupils passed quickly, and finally froze into a gray sluggishness.

"Hoo ......"

Chris climbed out of the snow pit and exhaled deeply.

Shaking his hands and feet to move his body, after the stiffness and lack of qi and blood that had been buried in the snow for a long time were relieved, he picked up the snow fox and left with joy on his face.

This is the second snow fox he has hunted this winter.

When he gave the first fur he had hunted to his grandfather, Henry Sr., who said that the snow fox fur was precious and had no price in the human kingdom, and asked him to keep it as a gift for his grandfather Raphael, whom he had never met.

So he spent a lot of time in this ice field, and finally hunted the second one.

Yes, Chris turns nineteen in just over a month, and it's time to hit the road to the South.

It was the decision of his grandfather, Henry Sr.

There are two reasons for this.

First, the Viscount of Eaton has long been isolated from the north, with a population of less than 20,000 people, and the elder Henry hopes that Chris, the most talented member of the family, will go out to see the world and the mountains beyond the mountains, instead of being trapped here and becoming a frog at the bottom of a well.

On the other hand, there is no soil for the birth of strong people in the Viscount of Eton.

In the human world, there are only three stages of power, which are warriors, warrior peaks, and strong people.

A warrior is a person who can dance and wield a sword.

Aside from mastering combat techniques, a warrior is no different from a farmer.

The peak of a warrior is a person who can faintly touch the threshold of the realm of the strong, but cannot break through the shackles due to various reasons such as lack of talent, lack of opportunity, or a fundamental injury to the body. The people who can become the pinnacle of warriors are one in a hundred in the human world, they are the pillars of the major legions of the empire and the foundation of each family's self-defense.

As for the so-called strong people, they are people who have extraordinary powers.

Just as a butterfly has been qualitatively reborn, the strong have broken through the shackles of the power of the species, can easily lift thousands of pounds of stones, run faster than a horse, and can comprehend the power given by God through sacrifice.

Today's human demigod is actually a strong man.

It's just that his power has surpassed the scope of human beings, and people are called "demigods" in order to show respect and submission.

Of course, shackles are not so easy to break.

For 10,000 people who can touch the threshold of the realm of the strong, there may not be one who can step into the realm of the strong, and it is truly one in a million.

Not even one in 10,000.

The reason why they can't succeed is that a small number of people are not talented enough, and nine times out of ten they die directly in the process of breakthrough.

Break the cocoon~

Transformation and rebirth~

It can't be broken and can't be changed, which means that there is no new life, and the result is only death.

Therefore, in today's human world, there are only forty strong people who are already known to the world, and there are no more than 100 people counting the hidden hole cards of some profound families and the monks outside the world.

However, there are traces to follow if you want to step into the realm of the strong.

Before the Holy Empire was founded, the human world was a dark period when religion was at war with lords everywhere.

There is no shortage of wars about orthodoxy and the struggle for territory, and there are often strong men who die in battle.

At that time, whether it was the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect in the north, the Light Sect in the Central Plains, or the Vulcan Sect in the south, they would secretly collect the corpses of these strong people for autopsy, trying to solve the mystery of the source of the strong man's extraordinary power.

Thousands of years of tireless search have finally unveiled the tip of the iceberg.

Normal human blood is red, the blood of the peak of the warrior is a little golden, and the blood of the strong is not only golden, but the blood in the entire heart is golden!

This strange difference is not understood by each religion in its own terms.

Therefore, people attribute these to the gifts of the gods, and also call the golden blood threads divine veins; The so-called cultivation is to purify the bloodline and let the golden bloodline grow.

The transformation from the peak of a warrior to a strong man is considered to be a closed loop of the divine vein.

When people have accumulated enough divine veins through continuous cultivation and begin to try to break through the shackles and step into the realm of the strong, all the divine veins in the body will flow backwards into the heart in an instant, squeezing out all the red blood in an instant, so that the divine veins form a closed loop in the heart, so that the breakthrough person has a heart flowing with golden blood!

The vast majority of people will bleed and die violently at this moment because their hearts can't bear it.

Those who are lucky enough to survive will become a strong man and will be reborn from there.

The path of the strong that people have summarized from this, such as how to make the divine vein grow more smoothly and lay a deeper foundation for breaking through the realm of the strong.

First of all, give birth to offspring with a strong man.

There is no doubt about that.

In that dark history of the human world, many descendants of the strong died unnaturally, proving to religious people who study the strong that the descendants of the strong do not need to cultivate to the peak of warriors, and there are a large number of divine veins in their blood.

Second, keep dying.

Walking on the edge of life and death all year round, constantly going through the test from death, can accelerate the growth of the divine vein.

Finally, it is to look forward to the arrival of luck.

For example, if you find the fruit that improves your physique, if you take the treasure that can stimulate your life potential, and if you are favored by God at the moment of breakthrough.

Yes, there are no shortcuts to the path of the strong.

Born with good background and high qualifications, but won at the starting point, in the process of hard work and the breakthrough at the door, everyone must pray for the favor of fate.

"Every person who is promoted to the strong will go through countless tests of life and death."

"My dear Chris, you are very talented and hardworking. But if you want to go further, you must bravely challenge your fate and break through the limits in the moment of life and death! If the young eagle does not jump off the cliff with the belief that it will die, it will not be able to soar into the sky; If Hanmei can't endure the bitter cold of winter, it won't be able to bloom beautiful flowers. ”

"If you go to the south, it's not that there is a lack of life-and-death challenges here, but that the south makes it easier for you to become a strong person. Dear Chris, your mother comes from a very old and powerful family, and with the help of your mother's family, you can avoid many detours and suffer less from fate. ”

"You are the only person in our Eton family who has the hope of becoming a strong man, and the future of the family is in your hands, and you have a responsibility for this. After going south, don't worry about the family, grandpa's old bones can be boiled for several years! As for your father, Lao Tzu is not dead, and he will definitely not dare to do anything first. You must always remember the mission and responsibility on your shoulders, do not live up to the hopes of the Doug Eaton family, and save your life! Remember, Grandpa, along with your father and everyone in the family, are looking forward to your return with a golden heart. ”

Henry Sr., the master of the Eton family, used these words to make the decision to let Chrisnan go.

And Chris's father, Kafka, was much more gentle.

With just one sentence, he made Chris feel that it was his duty to go south.

"Dear Chris, you have grown up, and it is time for you to return to your hometown in place of your deceased mother to see your relatives, and the rites of passage and trials that your mother has scheduled for you can only be done in the South. Remember, no matter what, don't let your mother down. ”