Chapter 689: Chapter of the Journey (The Beginning) Meeting Bai Yin Again (1)
AD 526, early spring.
Thousands of miles of snow drifting, thousands of miles of ice.
On the plains of Western Siberia, vicious winds and snow are still blowing today, and the whole world is shrouded in silvery white and ruled by biting cold.
When the wall of the world becomes transparent and the dark continent regains its light, only this barren land remains desolate;
When the Dark Region was renamed the Dawn Region and thousands of trees began to grow wildly on the fertile land, only this tundra remained desolate.
Nature is not unfair. No.
This is the only place that has always been like this.
This land continues its tens of thousands and hundreds of millions of years of tradition - stubbornly maintaining its nobility and aloofness, using the coldness of ice and snow and harsh tests to reject outsiders.
Only the race with the strongest will to survive and the toughest life can survive in this silvery land. Only the race that has survived in the harshest environment in the world are qualified to rule the world and be proud of everything in the world.
Of course, it was just [once].
There were only two races of intelligent humanoids that once lived on the plains of Western Siberia:
One is a descendant of the God of Snow, a fighting nation, the White Bear Tribe (White Bear Tribe);
The other one is an unyielding nation with outstanding ability to withstand cold and hunger, the Esquimo tribe (werewolf tribe).
These two clans did not lose to nature, but lost to humans. The battle between the orc clans brought these two originally peace-loving clans to the brink of annihilation. The few surviving clansmen left this difficult silvery land.
country, was moved to live in Western Europe in a semi-protected manner.
Therefore, this snowfield has truly become a realm of death and silence. There are no longer any residents or villages, only a desolate and endless wilderness.
The wind and snow are misty, everything is silent, the world is dead, and there is only a sigh.
Maybe there is more---malice.
In this silvery landscape, there is a shadow that stands out.
A monster.
Evil monsters wander around the wilderness, killing travelers and preying on large numbers of animals, which has seriously affected the ecological environment of the Dawn region.
Although the [miracle] that happened seven years ago brought sunshine to the entire Dawn (Darkness) region, the war at that time still left a lot of unresolved problems.
The destroyer of the abyss, [Source Sin], while crossing the Dawn region, also spread a large number of dark particles on this land. These dark particles infected the local creatures---especially the Warcraft---for
The residents of the Dawn Region have brought great trouble.
As if deliberately spreading disaster, the residual evil of the original sin spreads in the world and cannot be eliminated for a long time. The demonic beasts infected by the dark particles in the Dawn Region continue to become more ferocious, huge, and overrun.
Even now, seven years later, ferocious monsters are still rampant in the Underdark, and the only one who can stop them is an organization.
---TheMonsterHunters.
On a small hill about a hundred yards away, the young hunter had been waiting quietly in the snow and wind for a long time.
He wears a tight-fitting leather armor, which is solidly sewn with animal skins. The snow-white, fluffy fur plays a good role in resisting the cold, and also makes the hunter look like a snowman, blending in cleverly with the environment.
One body.
The hunter's leather armor is fully covered. The thick helmet has a mask that completely covers his face, leaving only two small holes for vision. It is impossible to know what the young hunter looks like. The only thing that is certain is that
, this hunter is an orc---you can tell from his rough toes.
The hunter put down his binoculars and shuddered. He took out a bottle of warmth potion from his belt and opened the lower plate of the mask, revealing a hole the size of his mouth. Along the hole, the potion was gulped into the hunter's stomach.
The hot smell of the potion flowed into the stomach, stimulating the hunter's nerves, making his heart beat faster, and his frozen body began to regain warmth.
With his physical energy replenished, the hunter poked his head out of the bunker on the hill and looked at the magical beast in the distance.
It was a thirty-foot-tall silver-backed snow ape. Its fangs were as sharp as knives and could easily tear prey apart; its claws were as sharp as spears and could easily penetrate the enemy's head. It roared ferociously,
I'm getting angry because I can't find food in this ice and snow!
This is a monster that is highly infected by the dark child and has grown to the extreme. It is probably the largest among the [Warcraft---Silver-backed Snow Ape].
Faced with this kind of enemy, the hunter cannot act recklessly. If he makes a mistake, the young hunter will lose his life.
"Master!" There is another young catman lurking in the snow pit. Wearing a funny cat clan leather armor, the catman is also freezing.
He trembled and lowered his voice and shouted: "This snow ape is even more difficult to deal with than what was reported! It is not something we can defeat with our current equipment! The potion stock is also about to bottom out! What should I do? What should I do?"
Retreat meow?"
"No," the hunter straightened his armor and wrapped his hood tighter, in order to fight against the chill of early spring: "The Hunter Association is willing to entrust me with the S-level dangerous mission to complete, which is the greatest trust in me. This is
Although this guy is ferocious, it is not so ferocious that I can't deal with it. We have been tracking it for a week. This guy is tired and hungry, and his physical strength has been severely exhausted. After a while, we will definitely kill him!"
He has his own reasons. Long-term pursuit, continuous annoyance to the prey, and exposing the weak points of the extremely hungry and tired prey are the most common hunting methods used by hunters.
European knights are used to clashing head-on with monsters and risking their lives, but that is unscientific.
The truly scientific fighting method...or in other words, the [hunting method] was summed up by this group of monster hunters through countless lives.
The silverback started to move again. It couldn't find any food in this snow and planned to escape and go to the next area to find food.
The young hunter sneered---How can I let you escape? He poked his head out of the snow pit, and when the silver-backed snow ape didn't notice, he lightly shot an arrow!
Both invisible and silent, it is the stealth archery technique that assassins are good at. The arrows, which are highly poisonous and powerful anesthetic, draw a beautiful parabola in the air, slowly climb up, and then slowly fall down.
It accurately penetrated the wound on the silver-backed snow ape's back - the wound it had made when fighting the hunters before.
The poisonous arrow was like a small wooden thorn, sinking into the body of the giant snow ape, tearing open the monster's wound.
The poison began to spread through the flesh and blood of the wound into the monster's body. Anesthetic and poison flowed in the monster's blood vessels. One consumed the monster's spirit, and the other consumed the monster's physical strength.
Although the monster is strong, the poison is even more powerful. After struggling for a whole week, the monster no longer has the physical strength to fight the poison after spending its time in poverty and hunger.
It turned twice, waved its arms feebly several times, and then collapsed.
"Do you want to kill meow?" the servant at the side asked in a low voice.
"Not sure yet. Maybe he's pretending to be dead." The Warcraft hunter knew the monster's cunning, so he pulled out another arrow.
Sha! The poisonous arrow accurately penetrated into another wound on the monster's back.
The monster didn't react, didn't even move.
He should be dead, or at least anesthetized.
The monster hunter breathed a long sigh of relief and took out the dagger used to cut his throat from his backpack: "Luff, wait for me here."
He jumped out of his hiding spot, braved the wind and snow, and cautiously walked toward the monster.
The silver-backed snow ape remained motionless from beginning to end. The hunter was convinced that it was dead, so he walked around to the monster.
Taking a closer look, this monster is really huge and terrifying. Its head is as big as a hunter, its fangs are like swords, and its claws are as sharp as knives. No normal person would want to fight this kind of monster up close.
It's really great to be able to knock down this kind of monster with poisonous arrows.
Or not.
The hunter approached the monster's neck, intending to cut the monster's throat with a sharp dagger, drain its blood, and kill it completely.
However, the moment the dagger touched the silver-backed snow monkey's throat, the monster suddenly opened its eyes!
"What---!" The hunter was alert enough. As soon as he realized that something was wrong, he immediately did a backflip, intending to distance himself before talking!
Still too late!
The moment the hunter somersaulted to the ground, blood spurted out from his chest!
The hunter's finely crafted leather armor is of the highest quality, and has powerful enchantments on it. It is light and can also provide strong protection, enough to withstand the chops of ordinary swords.
But it was useless! The fine leather armor on his body was like a piece of tissue paper, torn apart in an instant under the attack of the monster! All that was left was the hunter's furry chest stained red with blood!
"Damn it, it's really a fake corpse!" The hunter cursed in a low voice, picked up a bottle of herbal medicine and sprinkled it on his chest. The potion, or ointment, spurted out from the bottle, and the jelly-like ointment instantly adhered to the hunter's chest.
On the wound, plug the wound and stop the bleeding.
"Ouch, ah, ah, ah!" the silver-backed snow ape roared loudly. It has been annoyed by the hunter in front of it for a week, and has already thought of a way to retaliate. Now this seriously injured hunter is the turtle in the urn, why?
Can you let it go easily?
"Master!" the catman in the distance shouted.
"Don't come over!" The hunter took out his sword, "I can control this situation! Just protect yourself!"
The long sword of the Warcraft Hunter is made from the limbs of Warcraft. It is actually the arm bone of a snow ape that has been sharpened.
Putting aside the fact that they are infected by Anzi and become violent, these monsters have high-density photons gathered in their bodies, which are good materials for making weapons. Although not as powerful as Longwu, they have various strange properties. This is the so-called fighting fire with fire.
.Use weapons made from the corpses of monsters to deal with monsters.
The silver-backed snow ape roared angrily, claws drawing out wildly, each blow hitting the hunter's vitals. The hunter moved and rolled coquettishly, slipping between the monster's fingers and dodging under the snow ape's crotch.
go.
The monster is extremely huge. When it stands on two legs and attacks with both hands, it gives people an indescribable sense of coercion! In comparison, the hunter is just a tiny person. His stature is not the tallest among his tribe, and he is even a little short -
--Measured by the height of an adult orc.
However, the huge difference in height is conducive to the hunter's dodge! The monster grabs horizontally, vertically, slashes with its backhand, and uses both claws to try its best, but it can't hurt the hunter in the slightest.
This young hunter has fought against various monsters countless times, and this little battle is actually nothing!
He dodged, dodged, and dodged again, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Snow Monkey's attacks are fast and fierce, continuous like waves, with almost no flaws!
If you can't find a flaw, you have to create it yourself! The hunter continues to roll, dodge, and move, while making various coquettish little moves to provoke the monsters.
The silver-backed snow ape repeatedly attacked to no avail, and finally exploded with anger! Its attacks became more frenzied, and at the same time, its pace began to be chaotic, and it was about to reveal its flaws!
Scratch! The monster crossed its claws and grabbed it, creating two storms.
However, the hunter had already anticipated the monster's movements and rolled over first! The storm caused by his claws blew past the hunter's back, but could not hurt him! He rolled to the crotch of the snow ape, stabbed out the long sword in his hand, and pointed directly at the monster's belly!
At this distance, even if the Snow Monkey retreats and dodges, it will be too late!
Filled with powerful anesthetics, the paralysis sword can instantly paralyze any creature. When it stabs the monster, it will also inject the liquid hidden in the blade into the opponent's body!
The outcome is decided! As long as the sword penetrates, the hunter wins!!
Or maybe not!
Snow Monkey did not dodge, but faced him! The sword pierced the monster's belly, and the monster pressed down at the same time!
This guy is desperate to crush his opponent with his huge body!
The creature infected by the dark child will fall into madness. It has lost its survival instinct as a beast, and it has even lost its reason, becoming a demon born purely for preying and killing!
The hunter had never thought about this change. He could only watch helplessly as the monster was pressed down at an extremely high speed! The weight of the silver-backed snow ape weighing thousands of pounds can directly crush all the bones in the human body to pieces!
The experienced hunter has hunted thousands of monsters, and his life is full of glory. He never thought that he would die in such a place, in the hands of such inferior monsters! Means are no match for brute force and skill.
No matter how strong you are, you can't win a single blow without sacrificing your life. That's the truth!
The hunter knew that he was destined to die this time, and a revolving door began to appear in his mind, recalling all the trivial matters in his life, and mourning for his dying soul. At this moment, a huge silver shadow rushed over and hit him hard.
On the silver-backed snow ape.
Crash!------Two behemoths collided, making a loud noise like thunder, echoing infinitely in this silent snowy field.
Before crushing the hunter, Silverback was completely knocked away. The huge momentum caused the monster to fly hundreds of yards, creating a deep and long snow pit in the ice and snow.
The hunter, who thought he was dead, opened his eyes and looked at his savior.
That is, a huge wolf.
As if to echo this silvery white land, the hair all over the body of this giant wolf is also beautiful silvery white, shining brightly in the sunlight.
"Ah wu----------------!!" Silver Wolf shouted, his voice shaking the world.
That voice seemed to be saying that this silver wolf was the real overlord of this silver land!