Heavy snow, it is a cold winter-in a foreign country, very cold December.

"drink ~"

The hot air exhaled from the mouth and formed a white fog, which floated in the air and passed away in a flash.

"Uncle."

Bailuo hid behind a stone with the old man. He cried, but he saw the old man raise his hand and said, "wait a minute."

Under cover, the two men looked carefully at the snow-white glades ahead.

There is a silver-white lion-like creature-it is called Silver bristle, a strange beast that lives in the mountains and likes to run around and change its coat color with the four seasons.

Beautiful silver white, this is the reason why the silver bristle gets its name, its hair is the most beautiful in winter, which can be regarded as an excellent New year gift for mountain rangers.

However, silver bristles are violent monsters at the top of the food chain, which are not only rare, but also extremely difficult to hunt.

Those hunters attracted by greed, do not know how many people have become its rations.

It's dangerous.

Will die.

These are the first two words that come to mind when the mountain feeder mentions the silver bristle.

There was no such creature as silver bristles in the mountain village where the uncles and nephews lived. They just heard the rumors of silver bristles and specially climbed the mountains. It took several days and nights to find its trail.

"almost."

"Let Fei Ya prepare."

Uncle Saros narrowed his eyes and looked straight at the silver bristle.

Bailuo knew it, but he raised his hand and moved forward.

On the branch in the distance, a woman who was almost completely integrated with the sky, covered with ice and snow, moved-she pulled out one, no, two arrows from the quiver tilted at the back of her waist.

"be careful."

"Yes."

Bailuo nodded and clenched his axe.

Saros did not look back at Bailuo, but saw a gray-and-black white-haired old man concentrating. He came out from behind the stone and was exposed to the eyes of silver bristles.

The silver bristle is fierce and violent. It is by no means a rabbit. It is not afraid of shock.

This is a king, the tyrant of the snow and snow, and let the snow wolf and the giant bear make his rations, not to mention the individual.

"Roar!"

The silver bristle growled, but did not attack at will-it was cautious, like Saros, an experienced veteran.

One person and one animal, so look at each other, each other's figure reflected in each other's eyes.

It was very cold and it was snowing heavily.

As soon as took off the shoulders of ice and snow, soon accumulated another layer.

But the old soldier's face did not change color, he endured the low temperature, exposed his hands to the cold air, clutching the weapon in his hand.

"Roar."

Silver bristle has never met such a human, its IQ is not very high, but the amazing instinct makes the monster look particularly smart.

In Saros, it smelled danger.

That is the momentum of people who stand at the top of the species just like it.

"Sand."

However, Saros's breath became more and more uncondensed, as if he had been at a disadvantage in the battle of kings.

So he retreated.

Saros pulled up the boots that had melted with the ice and snow and retreated slowly.

"clap."

"Gollum."

The silver bristle moved, too, and it took a step forward, slightly forward, with a menacing low buzz in its mouth.

The explosive force converged in it, as if it could cross the short tens of meters in an instant, throw the old man down, and then bite his neck!

Back up, back up again!

Saros stared at the silver bristle, and the silver bristle looked at him.

It's just that, except for the first step, the silver bristle didn't move forward-it was on guard.

The old man stopped and was silent with each other, holding his breath.

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

"Salad."

Saros moved very slowly, and his feet changed from retrogression to withdrawal, that is, his boots dragged back with snow.

This subtle change may not be understood by ordinary people, but it has become the most perfect offensive signal in the eyes of Silver bristles.

"Pat."

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

"Roar!"

The silver mane moved, and its speed was astonishing, with a distance of tens of meters leaving only 1/3 in an instant.

"Boom!"

"now!"

The silver bristle swooped high and gave an earth-shaking roar, and at the same time Saros and his eyes finally completely converged.

He attracted all the eyes of the silver bristles.

"poof!"

Two sharp arrows cut through the snow and pierced the eyes of the silver bristles without warning.

"Roar ~"

The king who had been set up roared in pain, and he was angry and panicked, and the majestic body, which stayed in mid-air, lost its balance because of the heavy blow to the head.

Bailuo jumped from behind the rock and stepped on it in mid-air.

"drink!"

He had a strong physique and a resolute face, and the sharp axe he held in his hand slashed it on its head when the king was defeated.

"Boom!"

The great force, severely oppressed on those two sharp arrows, almost killed the silver bristle.

"Boom!"

However, Bailuo did not stop, he pulled off the hammer on his back, and then waved it violently, hitting the fragile waist of the silver bristle again and again, as if to break its spine.

The fur of the silver bristle is very thick, the ordinary sword is difficult to hurt, but the blunt attack can not be prevented.

"Roar!"

The silver bristle wailed and wailed, but as it shook its head, the arrow almost plunged into its head brought it more intense pain.

The imperial posture wanted to stand up, but it led to the injury to the spine of the waist, causing it to crack directly.

No one wants to admit defeat, let alone accept death.

But the truth doesn't matter whether you like it or not, it just tells you-the tide is over!

Finally, the silver bristle fell to the ground and there was no more movement.

"wait a minute."

Bailuo did not come forward, and the uncle only stood aside.

There are also elder sisters in the distance, gazing at the silver bristles to ensure that they can be supported by bows and arrows at any time.

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

An hour, two hours, they did not come forward easily, would rather blow a few more hours of cold wind, but also to ensure that it is foolproof.

The tightness must not be relaxed before the results come out, which is the only experience Saros has told many times over the years.

"I think it's over."

The silver bristle had been quiet for more than half an hour, and Bailuo breathed a sigh of relief.

It is not the first time that he has followed his uncle to hunt in the mountains. From the precious snow fox to the powerful white bear, he has been lying in the snow and lying in the night mountains for many years. He has not slept for days and nights, and has not eaten any bitterness.

"indeed he is dead."

Isafia did not know when she had come down from the tree. She was walking in the snow with a soft voice.

Even Bailuo, can not hear a sound, can only rely on instinct, aware of her arrival.

"the silver bristles are too big for us to take back."

Isafia squatted down and pulled out the blade specially used for evisceration and peeling.

She wants to dismember the silver bristle, peel off its gorgeous fur on the spot, and then take away some rare ingredients for preservation.

As for the rest of the flesh and blood, give it to the other hunters in the snow-capped mountains.

Only by letting them have a good meal, the way for the three of them to go home will be more calm.

"Let me do it."

Bailuo hurriedly took over the bone pick knife in the elder sister's hand.

It was clear that she had hunted such a great prey, but the elder sister still maintained a dignified look, as if to guard against the counterattack of this seemingly dead monster at any time.

Looking at the woman's silver ice hair that was wet by sweat and solidified in the cold wind, Bailuo was somewhat distressed.

She is Bailuo's sister, a comrade-in-arms orphan girl adopted by Uncle Saros, and she is also what he believes to be Bailuo's fiancee.

"Father, do you need to take this silver bristle outside to sell it?"

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

Like his elder sister, he stared from beginning to end and dared not relax his vigilance.

The beasts in the mountains are not human beings, they are inhumane, but that doesn't mean the beasts are stupid.

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

So hunters cannot be too cautious in dealing with them.

"No."

It was not the first time Saros had hunted silver bristles. He looked at it again and again, and finally took a pipe out of his arms.

Perhaps it is the joy of hitting the prey, and there is a rare touch of joy on the face of the old man who has always been unsmiling.

"Silver bristles are valuable, but no matter how valuable they are, we won't sell them."

The old man looked at Bailuo and patted him hard on the shoulder, with expectation and approval in his eyes: "it is your booty, and from now on, you are the patriarch of the Aton clan, our new leader."