Chapter 3 First Hunting

Author: Conquer people with virtue

Chapter 3 First Hunting

After recovering from the injury, you will naturally have to work. It's a pity that theos who eats so much in order to recover these days can eat enough, but Rosia is rarely "diligent". Laziness is the nature of dragons, especially dragons of five colors.

"Yes, mother."

Theos obeyed the command completely. Looking at the illusory panel in front of him, he was mentally prepared to endure the humiliation for a long time.

【Rossia Godeldo Ferbeuse】

Race: White Dragon

Level: Level 18 dragon

Specialties: Thick scales, enhanced endurance, cold perception

Description: An adult white dragon with normal development corresponding to its age. In addition to relying on the powerful body of the dragon, it does not seem to be proficient in other fighting methods. However, the blood of the dragon is strong enough, and her long life has made her sharp claws

It was stained with blood, and the throne built on the white cliff was already covered with bones.

As a giant dragon, the white dragon is one of the few dragon species that cannot naturally enter the legend after reaching adulthood. However, it is still powerful at level 18 and most creatures cannot be enemies with it.

"Theos, it seems you are recovering well."

Rosia was surprised by Theos' physical recovery ability. Although she knew the advantages of the golden dragon's bloodline, it was still a bit exaggerated to recover most of her energy in six days.

Damn golden dragon!

But when she thought about it, she realized that this golden dragon was already an obedient slave, and Rosia immediately felt much better.

"Thank you mother for taking care of me."

Theos said respectfully. What Rosia didn't know was that although the golden dragon's bloodline advantage gave the body strong recovery power, the bloodline system also contributed a lot.

"very good."

Rosia nodded and glanced at Milis and the Kawei siblings who seemed to be gloating about their misfortune.

"You two are going tomorrow too!"

After saying that, Rosia ignored the three little dragons. She moved to her pile of frozen treasures and closed her eyes to sleep.

"Let's eat!"

As soon as Theos saw Dragon Mother sleeping, he immediately jumped on an ice field yak and started to feast on it. The speed was so fast that both Milis and her brother were stunned.

Is this a golden dragon?

The white dragon cubs' understanding of golden dragons has been updated a lot.

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The cold wind is biting and the snow is endless.

Year-round solid ice, sky-wide snowflakes and razor-sharp wind are the main themes deep in the North Icefields.

Rosia's lair, the White Cliff, is located in the high-altitude Aar Mountains of the North Icefield. Several towering peaks seem to have been designed by gods, and they form a valley area at random.

The White Cliff is being built on the cliff of the highest mountain. After exiting the cave entrance, the valley can be seen from high in the air.

Although there is severe cold, the brilliance of the sun does not owe any debt to this land. It is noon at this time, and the sunlight refracted by the ice makes it even a bit dazzling, so that the cold valley seems to give people the illusion of warmth.

.

This is a rare hunting moment for the ethnic group living in the severe cold.

Upon closer inspection, at the edge of the valley, a group of barbarians were meandering at the foot of the mountain with snow wolves, seemingly searching for something.

"Alinga! It's so cold this year, we can't even find a few snowshoe hares!"

Kuturu couldn't help but curse. Alinga is a curse word in barbarian language. He has said dozens of words like this today.

As a barbarian man living in the ice field, Kutulu has been hunting with the team since he was 14 years old. After five or six years, he has already become familiar with hunting techniques.

But this year, the weather was so cold and there were so few prey that they had to take risks and get close to the valley where the legendary dragons roamed.

Dragons are usually asleep, which means that if they don't offend Lady Luck, the chance of encountering them is not high.

"That's enough, Kuturu. Any unnecessary words will distract you and miss the prey. I have taught you that missing the prey is unforgivable."

A strong barbarian man not far in front of Kutulu turned around and scolded him. He was much taller than the young Kutulu, and his weather-beaten rough face looked very experienced. A bow and arrow were hung on his fur clothes to keep out the cold.

, a bone dagger, and a huge iron ax on the back covered with battle scars.

He is the leader of this barbarian hunting team, and he is responsible for today's harvest.

"We must get enough prey as soon as possible, it is very dangerous here."

"Yes, dear Akunda."

Kutulu told the leader's name. Facing the teacher who taught him everything, Kutulu did not dare to have any temper. Akunda scolded him, and then he stopped saying a word.

In order to find the prey as quickly as possible, Kuturu ran to the front of the team.

In order to search for prey as much as possible, the barbarian companions dispersed to farther and farther distances. Kutulu also walked forward involuntarily, and when he turned around, he could only barely see his master Akunda.

But as time went by, Kutulu couldn't help but feel anxious or uneasy?

The hungry snow wolf is still working hard, walking through the bushes, sniffing the smell of the snow, trying to find traces of the snow hare's nest or the snow fox.

However, the sun gradually drifting away in the sky seems to indicate that all this is in vain.

Kuturu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. If there weren't enough prey today, the winter would be too difficult for the tribe, and many people might die - the old man.

"Woo~"

The snow wolf, which was led by a long rope, suddenly turned around and barked at Kuturu, stopped and spun around.

Something happened!?

Kutulu quickly stepped forward, knelt down next to the snow wolf, and gently brushed the snow on the ground with his big hands. After the newly fallen soft snow on the surface faded, the animal's footprints were clearly visible on the previously hardened snow layer underneath.

These are the footprints of the ice yak!

Kutulu immediately identified the owner of the footprints, and his heart beat wildly in his chest. He had a guess, if they were the footprints of an ice yak...

Kuturu moved his hands together to sweep away all the snow next to the footprints, and more footprints appeared.

The scattered deep and shallow yak footprints continue to extend forward.

really!

Kuturu was ecstatic in his heart. He knew that ice yaks live in groups and would not easily move alone. They would form a group whenever they found one.

Icefield yaks are covered in thick fur and are very cold-resistant. They feed on shrubs and moss. Due to their weak fighting ability, they often appear deep in icefields where there are few creatures. At the same time, their snow-white fur can easily blend into the environment.

, making it difficult for predators to detect it.

Kutulu suppressed his inner excitement and forced himself to calm down. His rich hunting experience and methods had never been valued by him as much as at this moment. He took the snow wolf in hand and searched for the yak's footprints step by step.

After walking about a kilometer, we climbed over a small slope, and a relatively lush bush appeared in front of Kutulu. In the bush, there was a group of ice field yaks.

"It's all ours...take it away!"

Kuturu murmured.

"What are you taking with you?"

A slightly unfamiliar barbarian language sounded from the left side of Kutulu, and Kutulu stiffened.

Turning his head to look, he saw a pair of golden vertical pupils peeking out from the snowdrift on the left side, and underneath was a big mouth that was about to split open to the base of his ears.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Chapter completed!