A mammoth had six or seven spears and more than a dozen arrows stuck in it. The thick hair on the surface of the body was mottled and messy, and it was stained with blood and stuck into clusters of ice.

Even if it can be seen from a distance that its life is in danger, it, like all Freljord creatures, will spare no effort to fight to survive.

It struggled to climb up the slope with the snow, and a scarlet red sprinkled behind its heavy steps, disturbing the calmness of the snow surface. The roar of rage trembled the valley and could trigger an avalanche at any time.

For the past week, Serjueni of Winter Claws has been tracking the mammoth with her team of hunters.

The mammoth's fur was thicker than the iron bark on the Ornkar Rock, and it resisted all their spears and bows. The serrated teeth were rubbed to make the fully armed warriors turn into bloody corpses. With a charge, it broke through the encirclement of swords and battle axes and fled to the high slopes covered by the pine forest.

This ten-person hunting team could not stop the mammoth with great strength. It could only follow the lonely injured prey and not allow it to return to the clan, and would not give it a chance to forage and drink water... block any chance of breathing until it dies due to the blood flowing and its spirit is weak.

A successful hunt is without glory or reputation.

What hunting requires is to hurt the prey, bleeding, and exhaust it, so that it can’t fight back, and then kill the prey at the lowest cost.

But the balance of victory did not turn to their side because of the passage of time. The cunning mammoth used the illusion of being unable to support them and tricked them forward to check the situation, and then suddenly started to thrust violently. The unexpected warrior was picked up by the mammoth with his giant teeth and fell to pieces on the rock.

In addition, they were attacked by the group of mad clawed beasts. The group of beasts were attracted by the bloody smell of mammoths, but they regarded the hunter's Winter Claws as prey. The reason is also very simple, it is simply that they think that several humans are better dealt with than one injured mammoth.

After a fierce battle, Winter Claws' counterattack left two crazy claws, but the beast group also dragged away their two warriors. For two to two, it was a draw. If we consider the appetite of both sides and the amount of meat produced by the spoils, Winter Claws actually made a lot of money.

But Se Zhuoni couldn't be happy at all.

The ten warriors she led when she set out were now only seven. In her heart, they were all elite hunters and brave warriors.

Moreover, the direction of prey escape...

"If you let this beast run south, you will reach the territory of the Avarosa people."

The conversation was a rider with a cap beside her, and the fur neck collar covered his voice. Sezhunni only saw a pair of bloodshot eyes. As soon as he approached, the steel mane began to growl from the depths of his throat, so Sezhunni reached out to touch its rough and hard mane to soothe its emotions.

She lifted the reins of the steel bristle, and the huge Juvasque wild boar said unhappily, shook his head impatiently. The smell of blood from the mammoth filled its nostrils, and the mounts under her were alert to the mammoth not far away, but her steel bristle was eager to fight.

"Urkas, what are you worried about?" Sejonni let go of the frozen scarf in front of her nose and let the wind and snow whip her cheeks.

She was actually very clear about the current situation. The herd of Eunuch, which usually robbed in the mountains, was driven to the lowlands with lush grass in the south by the Avarosa herders, and the fish in the Sea of ​​Ice were also isolated under the thick ice cover.

As the weather gets colder and there are fewer and fewer channels for food. As the Claw of Winter grows, food storage is consumed faster and faster. If they don’t bring enough food back, the cold winter will be difficult. Such a large prey can make the Claw of Winter for a week - in Frelljord, living one more day, an hour, or even a breath will be profitable.

She couldn't give up on this prey, but if...

Urkas said to the mammoth, who was three hundred yards away: "What if our prey refused to turn back and plunged into Laxtak? Mother Zhan, you don't want to send the prey to Ashe's mouth with your own hands, right?"

"Hmph, if she dares to eat it, I will let her spit it out." Se Zhuoni snorted coldly. Her eyes were blinking with a light blue of winter, and her tone was colder than the bitter wind in the mountains.

Ashe, her comrade-in-law, the oath of the oath.

Se Zhuoni has sworn that if she sees this "good sister" again, she will fight to the death, but the existing situation will not change with just a harsh word.

If the prey ran into Ash's territory, it would be impossible for them to challenge the tribe with the largest number of Freljords.

At this moment, a figure blocked the drooping sun. He was burly and tall on the flat ground could catch up with Sejonni and Urkas in the riding state.

"I found a village nearby with an unfinished wall, right in the woods." Olaf of Lockfast strode towards the two of them. This time the steel mane did not let out an impatient roar because it knew very well that the red-bearded bearded berserker wearing this horned helmet was a human-shaped ferocious beast.

The Rockfa Peninsula is one of the most barren and coldest areas in Freljord. Only those with flames flowing in their blood can withstand the environment there.

"Olaf, aren't you looking for death?" Sejonni narrowed her eyes.

"I just give you an extra choice, don't rob me of finding a good opponent." Olaf's pale eyes were lit with the light of longing, looking forward to touching the things on the top of the mountain.

"Haha, it's you."

Sejonny had to admit that she was amused by Olaf, the most burly Freljod she had ever seen, but was carrying a prophecy of death for a good death. This was as shameful as a Lockfast warrior drowned in trolls, so Olaf was so fanatical about the death of glory.

Olaf's return brings back a new choice, and it's time for her, the war mother to make a decision.

It is to continue tracking the injured mammoth, but it may hand over the prey to Avarosa, or even be trapped in a deep siege; it is still to rob the villages on the edge of Avarosa, and it is easy to succeed before the wall is built.

The former has great risks, but also great returns, which can support the food for a week of Winter Claws. The latter has little reward but basically won't miss it. Se Zhuoni has done this many times.

Sejonni could see that the crazy Olaf wanted to fight the mammoth to the death, while the rational majority preferred the latter and could give Avarosa some warning.
Chapter completed!