The sled was flying on the snow-covered wasteland. The sled board crushed the thin ice on the snow surface, making a crisp creaking sound, leaving clear indentation marks.

The cold wind blew towards him, shaving on his face like a knife. Sean pulled his bearskin hat and tried to minimize the exposed skin. His eyes were always staring at the sled in front of him. Most of the excitement of embarking on the journey had dissipated, and only boredom and helplessness in his heart.

Today is the fifth day of departure from Nordforson. In five days, they ran for more than two hundred gigabits.

Sean had always felt that Nordforson was already remote enough and desolate enough to be called the edge of human civilization. However, after walking on this deserted northern snowfield for five days, he realized that he had now truly distanced himself from human civilization and entered the cruel and real wilderness.

Looking around, there is no trace of human civilization within the range of sight, only forests, mountains, and wastelands covered with ice and snow.

In the first few days, he also lamented the magnificence and beauty of the natural scenery, which was a scene that even the best masters of landscape painting could not describe. However, in just three days, it was enough to make him feel bored of the monotonous scenery in front of him. There were pale pieces everywhere, mixed with the dark green of the branches and leaves of trees, monotonous and cold, and lifeless colors.

He sighed, and the white breath he exhaled was blown back to his face, and immediately put a layer of frost on his eyebrows, and he pulled the edge of his bearskin hat.

His eyes looked forward, at the front of the team, Ragner was driving his sled and was speeding rapidly. His dogs were undoubtedly the strongest in the team. His sled board was also particularly wide, leaving two flat ruts on the snow, making it easier for the people behind him to run, just like the leader of the geese in the flock of geese.

One by one, sledges pulled a long curved line on the wasteland.

The long line suddenly turned a corner and stopped in front of an inconspicuous snow pile.

Sean gently pulled the leash, and Rubers (the name Sean gave the dog) led the dogs to the place, and soon stopped next to Ragner's sled.

Sean stared at the snow pile for a few seconds before realizing that it was a hunter's wooden house buried in the snow. The structure of the wooden house was very simple. It was made of a whole log with a frame outline without any repairs and was covered with thick snow, which almost blended with the surrounding illusion.

This kind of wooden house can be seen everywhere in the forests north of Nord. From Nordforson, you can encounter one every other day or so. They are refuges built by Nord hunters for hundreds of years, and are a rare safe house for hunters to recreate in the wilderness.

These wooden houses can not only temporarily shelter from the wind and snow, but also provide safe shelter and store some daily necessities. Sometimes, you can even find some old jerky and salt in the dark compartment of the wooden house.

Although there are not many supplies, they are a rare supply in this wilderness.

Sean knew at a glance that tens of thousands were about to camp here.

He jumped off the sled and moved his limbs that were somewhat stiff due to long standing.

Soon the open space outside the hunter's wooden house was filled with sleds and dogs. The hunters drove the dogs together, cut down wood and collected dry firewood, prepared to make a fire, and acted in an orderly manner.

These days, everyone has gradually gotten through the process, so they will do whatever they should do naturally.

I felt indescribable funny when I watched a group of fat guys wearing bearskin coats and bears hats walking around.

But Ragna took the map and started studying it in the wooden house.

He was wearing a wolf fur coat, but unlike ordinary wolf skin, the wolf skin was particularly thick, with gray-white fur and silvery. Milok told Sean that it was the fur of the dire wolf. The dire wolf was huge in size, even surpassing that of humans, so its fur could be made into a whole fur coat like bear skin.

However, this beast is very ferocious and smart. It is very difficult to hunt one. Ragner is wearing this outfit, which is also indirectly proving his own strength.

Sean also walked into the wooden house. His position as a chef in this hunting team is somewhat special.

Ragner pointed to the marking on the map and said, "This is the last hunter's wooden house nearby. By tomorrow, we will have to spend the night in the wild."

Sean nodded, he was not very worried about this. This bear fur coat has to be said to be really warm, but the two Brighton merchants in the corner looked a little unbearable.

Ragner glanced at the two Brighton merchants trembling in the corner. Although they were also wearing fur, they obviously had a more gorgeous appearance than warmth. Moreover, they did not "fat" in advance, which was obviously a bit difficult in the snow and ice.

"Are you sure you have to continue following?" Ragna asked boredly.

The two looked at each other, but nodded.

"No...no problem...we are...warm...very." Ragner shrugged, but said nothing.

Another Brighton merchant seemed to be unable to help but wanted to speak, but was pulled by his companion and stopped talking.

Milok's head leaned in from outside the door, "John, I'm going to hunt outside, who's going to come together?"

Sean nodded, "Of course, wait for me, and then come."

He took out his hunting rifle from the sled and followed Milok toward the forest not far away. The hunting group was not only one, but several hunters had already dispersed.

Although the hunting team carries very sufficient supplies, consumption should still be avoided as much as possible, so hunting on the road to obtain food has become a necessary task.

Sean was not very interested in hunting. His real goal was to see if he could find more summoning materials. This time, he prepared a very detailed summoning plan and listed several possible summoning rituals.

For example, the old oak tree, but he has not found a second one so far.

Unfortunately, after walking a little further, he found that there were no oaks here. Perhaps it was too cold, with only cold-resistant plants such as birch, larch, fir, and spruce.

He turned to search for those trees that looked particularly tall and stout. If he could find a giant tree that was over a thousand years old, he could summon ancient tree guards - although it was actually useless, he could add some new content to the experimental log.

The trees in front of them were very tall, but Sean couldn't tell how many years they had been.

A squirrel was lying on a protruding tree trunk and eating something. Sean raised his gun and glanced and put it down. This little thing was not enough to shoot for bullets.

He continued to search and did not find the thousand-year-old tree. Instead, he found some serious-looking red plants under a tree, which were sword blood grass, and there were many red veins on the dark green leaves. He had seen this plant in Alwei's memory, which was the main material used to refine the "Divine Blood" potion.

Sean picked some, thinking that it might come in handy in the future.

"Hey John, come here, what did I find."

Sean followed Milok's voice and saw him standing in front of a red snow, with a serious expression.

It was a dead deer, with only the antlers and half of the head. All the rest were gnawed. The deer's eyes were gone. The black hole under the socket stared at the sky. The deer's blood dyed the surrounding snow red, but even the red snow was gnawed off a lot.

Sean looked around nervously, but Milok leaned down to check the traces of gnawing.

"Is it a bear?"

"No, it should be a wolf." Milok's voice was a little uneasy.

Sean understood why wolves are societies and are usually more dangerous than bears. Judging from the color of the deer blood, they should not die for more than one day, which means that maybe the wolves are still nearby.
Chapter completed!