Heavy snow is falling, this is a cold winter——— in a foreign country, very cold wax moon.

"Drink~~~"

The hot air exhaled from the mouth formed a white mist, and they drifted into the air in a fleeting manner.

"Uncle. ”

Bai Luo hid behind a stone with the old man, he shouted, but saw the old man raise his hand: "Wait." ”

Under cover, the two cautiously looked at the snow-white clearing in front of them.

There was a silvery-white lion-like creature called Silvermane, a strange beast that lived in the mountains and liked to run around, changing its coat color with the seasons.

Pretty silver white, this is the reason for the name of the silver mane, its fur is the most beautiful in winter, and it can be regarded as an excellent New Year's gift for the mountain guards.

It's just that Silvermane is a ferocious monster at the top of the food chain, which is not only rare, but also extremely difficult to hunt.

Those hunters who were attracted by greed, I don't know how many of them became its rations.

It's dangerous.

will die.

These are the first two sentences that come to mind when the people of Bushan mention Silvermane.

The mountain village where the uncle and nephew lived did not have such a creature as Silvermane, but they heard the rumors of Silvermane and went over the mountains and mountains for several days and nights before finally finding its traces.

"Almost. ”

"Let Fei Ya prepare. ”

Uncle Saros's eyes narrowed, and he looked directly at the silver mane.

Bai Luo was surprised, only to see him raise his hand, and then move forward.

On a distant branch, a woman covered in snow and ice, almost completely blended with the whiteness of the sky—she pulled one, nay, two arrows, from the quiver that swung diagonally behind her waist.

"Be careful. ”

"Yes. ”

Bai Luo nodded, then clenched the axe in his hand.

Salos didn't look back at Bai Luo, only to see a white-haired old man dressed in gray and black velvet concentrating, and he stepped out from behind the stone, exposed to the silvermane's gaze.

Silvermane is fierce and violent, it is by no means a rabbit, it is not afraid of fright.

This is a king, the tyrant of the snowy snowfield and snowy mountains, let the snow wolf and the giant bear make its rations, let alone a person.

"Roar!!"

Silvermane roared, but didn't attack at will—it was cautious, just like Saros in front of it, a battle-hardened veteran.

A man and a beast just looked at each other, and each other's figures were reflected in each other's eyes.

It was cold and snowy.

The shoulders that had just slapped off the ice and snow quickly accumulated another layer.

But the veteran's face did not change, he endured the low temperature, exposed his hands to the cold air, and clutched the weapon in his hand.

"Roar. ”

Silvermane had never encountered a human like this, and its IQ was not very high, but its amazing instincts made this monster seem extraordinarily intelligent.

In Saros's body, it smelled danger.

That's the same momentum that only people who stand at the apex of the species have.

"Shala. ”

However, Saros's aura became more and more uncondensed, as if he had lost the upper hand in this clash of kings.

So, he withdrew.

Salos pulled up his boots, which fused with the snow and snow, and slowly stepped back.

"Smack. ”

"Gollum... ”

Silvermane moved, and it took a step forward, its body moving forward slightly, and a low, threatening hum came from its mouth.

The explosive power gathered in its body, as if it could cross this short tens of meters in an instant, knock the old man down, and then bite his neck!

Retreat, retreat!

Sarah stared at Silvermane, and Silvermane looked at him.

Only, apart from the first step, Silvermane didn't move forward—it was vigilant.

The old men stopped, and they were silent with each other, both holding their breath.

The snow was still flying, and the cold wind blew on the old man's hand, like a knife.

"Salad. ”

Saros's movements were slow, and his feet went from regressing to retreating, that is, his boots dragging backwards with the snow.

This subtle change may not be incomprehensible to ordinary people, but it has become the perfect offensive signal in the eyes of Silvermane.

"Smack. ”

Suddenly, Saros's left foot stepped on a dead branch, and his eyes also subconsciously moved downward at this moment.

"Roar!"

The silver mane moved, and its speed was amazingly fast, and the distance of tens of meters was only one-third in an instant.

"Boom!"

"Now!"

Silvermane leaped high into the air, letting out an earth-shattering roar, and at the same time, Saros and its eyes finally met completely.

He caught all of Silvermane's attention.

"Poof!"

Two sharp arrows sliced through the snow, stabbing into Silvermane's eyes without warning.

"Roar~~"

The king of the plot screamed in pain, and it was angry and panicked, and its majestic body in mid-air lost its balance because of the heavy blow to its head.

Bai Luo jumped up from behind the rock and stepped on it into the air.

"Drink!"

He had a strong physique, a resolute countenance, and the sharp axe in his hand slashed at the king's head when it was defeated.

"Boom!"

The tremendous force pressed the two sharp arrows, almost causing Silvermane to die of pain.

"Boom!"

However, Bai Luo did not stop, he drew the hammer he was carrying, and then swung it violently, smashing it into Silvermane's fragile waist again and again, as if to break its backbone.

Silvermane's fur is very thick, and it is difficult to hurt with ordinary sharp swords, but it cannot be prevented by blunt blows.

"Roar!"

Silvermane wailed and wailed, but as it shook its head, the arrows that almost pierced its head brought it even more intense pain.

The emperor-like posture wanted to stand up, but it caused the injury to the spine in his waist, causing it to collapse directly.

No one wants to admit defeat, let alone death.

But the truth doesn't matter if you want it or not, it just tells you ———— the tide is over!

Eventually, Silvermane fell to the ground, and there was no more movement.

"Wait. ”

Bai Luo didn't step forward, and the uncle only stood aside.

There was also the senior sister in the distance, staring at the silver mane to ensure that she could support with a bow and arrow at any time.

In this way, the three of them waited for a long time.

For an hour, two hours, they did not step forward easily, preferring to blow a few more hours of cold wind to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Never let up until the results are available, this is the only experience that Salos has told him many times over the years.

"It should be, it's over. ”

Silver Mane had not moved for more than half an hour, and Bai Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

This is not the first time he has followed his uncle into the mountains to hunt, from the precious snow fox to the powerful white bear, for many years in the snow, lying in the night ridge, for several days and nights without sleep, no hardship.

"It's dead. ”

Isefia had come down from the tree at some point, and she walked in the snow with a soft voice.

Even Bai Luo couldn't hear the slightest sound, and could only rely on instinct to detect her arrival.

"The silver mane is too big for us to bring back. ”

Isefia crouched down, then pulled out the blade that was designed to debone and peel the skin.

She had to dismember the silver mane, peel off its ornate fur on the spot, and take some rare ingredients with her for preservation.

As for the rest of the flesh, give it to the other hunters in the snowy mountains.

Only by giving them a full meal, the way home of the three of them will be more peaceful.

"Let me do it. ”

Bai Luo hurriedly took the boning knife in his senior sister's hand.

Obviously hunted such a great prey, but the senior sister still maintained a solemn look, as if she was ready to guard against the counterattack of this seemingly dead monster.

Looking at the woman's silver-white ice hair that was wet with sweat and solidified in the cold wind, Bai Luo was a little distressed.

She is Bai Luo's sister-in-law, the orphan daughter of her comrade-in-arms adopted by her uncle Salos, and the fiancée of Bai Luo whom he identifies.

"Daddy, does this silver mane need to be sold outside?"

Seeing that half of the skin of the silver mane had been peeled off, the old man straightened up.

Like his senior sister, he stared at it from beginning to end, not daring to relax his vigilance in the slightest.

The beasts of the mountains are not human, they have no humanity, but that doesn't mean the beasts are stupid.

On the contrary, they are far more clever and cunning than you think.

So the hunters can't be too cautious in dealing with them.

"Nope. ”

This wasn't the first time Salos had hunted Silvermane, he looked and looked, and finally pulled a pipe out of his bosom.

Maybe it's the joy of hitting the prey, and the uncle, who has always been unsmiling, has a rare touch of joy on his face.

"Although the silver mane is valuable, no matter how valuable it is, we will not sell it. ”

The old uncle looked at Bai Luo, and then patted him on the shoulder vigorously, with expectation and recognition in his eyes: "It is your trophy, from today on, you are the patriarch of the Arden clan, our new leader." ”