This is a Miracle

It's snowing heavily, it's cold winter -- in a foreign country, in the cold twelfth lunar month.

"Drink~~~"

The hot air exhaled from his mouth formed a white mist, and they drifted into the air and disappeared in an instant.

"Uncle."

Bai Luo hid behind a rock with the old man, he called out, but saw the old man raise his hand: "Wait a minute."

Taking cover, the two cautiously looked at the snow-white glade in front of them.

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

Beautiful silver and white, which is the reason for the name of the silver mane, its hair is the most beautiful in winter, and it can be regarded as an excellent New Year's gift for the guardians of the mountains.

However, Silvermane is a ferocious monster at the top of the food chain. It is not only rare, but also extremely difficult to hunt.

Those hunters attracted by greed, I don't know how many people became its ration.

very dangerous.

will die.

These were the first two sentences that came to mind when people from Shanshan mentioned Silvermane.

The mountain village where the uncles and nephews lived did not have such creatures as silver mane, but after hearing the rumors of silver mane, they went over mountains and mountains, and it took several days and nights to finally find its trace.

"almost."

"Let Feiya prepare."

The old uncle Saros narrowed his eyes and looked straight at the silver mane.

Bai Luo understood, and saw him raise his hand and move forward.

On a branch in the distance, a woman whose whole body was covered with snow and ice, almost completely merged with the sky, moved—she drew one, no, two arrows from the quiver slanted at the back of her waist.

"Be careful."

"Know."

Bai Luo nodded, then clenched the axe in his hand.

Saros didn't look back at Bai Luo again, only to see the white-haired old man in a gray-black velvet suit concentrating, he walked out from behind the stone, and his front was exposed to Silvermane's eyes.

Silvermane is fierce and violent, it is definitely not a rabbit, it is not afraid of being frightened.

This is a king, the tyrant of the snowy plains and snowy mountains, let the snow wolf and the giant bear make its rations, let alone a person.

"Roar!!"

Silvermane roared, but did not attack at will - it was very cautious, just like Saros in front of him, a veteran who had experienced many battles.

One person and one beast just stared at each other like this, each other's figures reflected in each other's eyes.

It was cold and snow was falling.

Just patted off the shoulders of the ice and snow, and soon another layer was accumulated.

But the old soldier didn't change his face, he endured the low temperature, exposed his hands to the icy air, and firmly grasped the weapon in his hand.

"Roar."

Silvermane has never encountered such a human being. Its IQ is not very high, but its amazing instincts make this monster look extra smart.

On Saros, it smelled danger.

That is like it, the momentum of those who stand at the top of the species.

"Sand."

However, Saros's aura is more and more not staring, as if he has fallen behind in this battle of kings.

So, he withdrew.

Saros pulled up his boots that melted into the ice and snow, and slowly retreated back.

"Clap."

"Grumble..."

The silver mane also moved, and it took a step forward, its body slightly forward, and a low threatening humming sound came out of its mouth.

The explosive power gathered in its body, as if it could cross the short tens of meters in an instant, knock the old man down, and then bite off his neck!

Back again, back again!

Saros stared at Silvermane, and Silvermane looked at him.

Only, except for the first step, Silvermane did not move forward - it was on alert.

The old man stopped, silent with each other, all holding their breath.

The snow is still flying, the cold wind blows on the old man's hand,

Like a knife.

"salad."

Saros' movements were very slow, his feet changed from stepping back to stepping back, that is, the boots dragged backwards with the snow.

This subtle change may not be understood by ordinary people, but in Silvermane's eyes, it has become the most perfect offensive signal.

"Snapped."

Suddenly, Saros stepped on a dead branch with his left foot, and at this moment, his eyes moved down subconsciously.

"Roar!"

The silver mane moved, and its speed was astonishingly fast, and only one third of the distance of dozens of meters was left in an instant.

"Boom!"

"Now!"

The silver mane leaped high and swooped, making an earth-shattering roar, and at the same time, Saros and its eyes finally met completely.

He caught all of Silvermane's attention.

"puff!"

Two sharp arrows cut through the snow and stabbed into Silvermane's eyes without warning.

"Roar~~"

The king who had been plotted against him roared in pain. It was angry and panicked. The majestic body that was in mid-air lost its balance because of the severe head injury.

Bai Luo jumped up from behind the rock, stepping on it and jumping into the air.

"Drink!"

His physique was strong, his face was firm, and the sharp axe in his hand slashed at the king's head when he was defeated.

"Boom!"

The huge force pressed hard on the two sharp arrows, almost killing Silvermane in pain.

"Boom!"

However, Bai Luo didn't stop. He pulled out the hammer he was carrying, and then swung it violently, hitting Silvermane's fragile waist again and again, as if to break its spine.

Silvermane's fur is very thick, and ordinary sharp swords are hard to hurt, but bludgeoning can't prevent it.

"Roar!"

Silvermane whimpered and wailed, but as it shook its head, the arrow that almost plunged into its head brought it even more severe pain.

The emperor-like figure wanted to stand up, but it caused the injury to the spine at the waist, causing it to burst directly.

No one wants to admit defeat, much less accept death.

But the truth doesn't care if you like it or not, it only tells you that the situation is over!

Finally, Silvermane fell to the ground, and there was no movement.

"and many more."

Bai Luo didn't step forward, and the old uncle just stood aside.

There are also senior sisters in the distance, staring at Silvermane, to ensure that they can support with bows and arrows at any time.

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

One hour, two hours, they didn't come forward easily, they would rather blow the cold wind for a few more hours, and also ensure that everything is safe.

Before the results came out, one must not relax their vigilance. This was the only experience that Saros had warned many times over the years.

"It should be over."

Silvermane has not moved for more than half an hour, Bai Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not the first time that he followed the old uncle into the mountains to hunt. From the precious snow fox to the powerful white bear, he had been lying in the snow and lying on the mountain for many years.

"Dead indeed."

Isafiya had come down from the tree at some point, she was walking in the snow, her voice was very soft.

Even Bai Luo couldn't hear the slightest sound, and could only rely on instinct to sense her arrival.

"Silver mane is too big, we can't take it back."

Isafiya crouched down and pulled out the blade that was specially used for deboning and skinning.

She will dismember the silver mane, peel off its gorgeous fur on the spot, and take away some rare ingredients for preservation.

As for the remaining flesh and blood, give it to other hunters in the snowy mountains.

Only by letting them have a full meal will the three of them go home more peacefully.

"Let me come."

Bai Luo quickly took the boning knife from Senior Sister's hand.

Even after hunting such an amazing prey, Senior Sister still maintained a dignified expression, as if she was always on the lookout for a counterattack from this seemingly dead monster.

Looking at the woman's silver-white ice hair that was wet with sweat and solidified in the cold wind, Bai Luo felt a little distressed.

She is Bai Luo's righteous sister, the orphaned daughter of his old uncle Saros adopted by his comrade-in-arms, and Bai Luo's fiancée whom he considers.

"Dad, does this silver mane need to be sold outside?"

Seeing that half of Silvermane's skin was peeled off, the old man straightened up.

Like Senior Sister, he stared at him from beginning to end, daring not to let down his guard in the slightest.

The beasts in the mountains are not human, they have no humanity, but that doesn't mean the beasts are stupid.

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

So dealing with them, hunters can't be too cautious.

"Do not."

This was not the first time Saros hunted Silvermane, he looked and looked, and finally took out a pipe from his arms.

Perhaps it was the joy of hitting the prey, and the old uncle, who has always been unsmiling, also had a rare look of joy on his face.

"Although silver mane is valuable, no matter how valuable it is, we will not sell it."

The old uncle looked at Bai Luo, then patted his shoulder hard, with expectation and approval in his eyes: "It is your trophy. From today, you are the patriarch of the Aden family, our new leader."