book of old days

Chapter 98 Heading North
When the two returned to the temporary camp, they found that the camp was brightly lit. Milok lit all the torches that could be lit, and the sleds were lined up to form a semicircular line of defense. Every hunter was holding a gun. , on alert, Scar Wilson was shouting loudly.

"We have to go and see what happened, we can't hide here and play dead."

Several young hunters had already shown signs of excitement, but the fat man was still gnawing on the deer leg unmoved. Yi Guo hid in the shadow of the fire with a sled dog in his arms, while Milok tried to dissuade him. "Ragnar said..."

"Ragnar is too young, what he said may not necessarily be correct, and maybe Wizard John has killed Ragnar, that kid is insidious, I saw it the first time I saw him .”

"Hehehe, I'm really flattered by your compliment—Scar Wilson."

Sean's voice made Wilson froze there suddenly. He turned his head slowly, and when he saw Ragnar and Sean walking side by side, he immediately showed an embarrassed expression.

He glared at the fat man next to him. This guy should have seen the two of them approaching, but he didn't make a sound to remind him.

"Ragnar, what happened, we heard gunshots and explosions..." Milok pointed to the direction of the Siert camp, where the fire had not been extinguished, and the flames reflected the sky red.

Ragnar pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that John and I went together to kill those Silts. There were too many people killed, so it took a little time, after all, they have a lot of people , and running around, but luckily everything went well, those Silts are no longer our threat."

Sean looked at Ragnar unexpectedly. He didn't expect this guy to have a sense of humor.

Everyone showed expressions of disbelief, thinking that they were joking, there were nearly a hundred people in that group.

Sean didn't demolish Ragnar, he also wanted to see the surprised expressions of these people, so he smiled and said: "What he said is true, don't forget that I am a wizard, a little magic can still do it Yes, everyone, let’s rest, we’ll check it out tomorrow morning.”

Early the next morning, everyone arrived at the camp that had been burned into ruins. Looking at the charred bodies all over the camp, the hunters were all surprised and speechless.

The horrors of these corpses are shocking. Some were killed by guns, but some looked a little scary. Scar Wilson looked at an unrecognizable broken corpse on the ground in horror. This The identity of the person has been unrecognizable, only one boot that is still intact can tell that he should have been a Sturt in his lifetime. His death looks very miserable, as if a monster decided to eat him, But he felt that he was not tasty, so he chewed a few mouthfuls and spit him out again.

vomit!A young hunter finally couldn't bear it, ran to the side and vomited. Usually this situation would cause a burst of ridicule, but this time no one laughed at him. Even Milok, who had experienced big scenes, was shocked.

They looked at Xiao En with a little more awe in their eyes—the awe of the real mysterious power.

"It's a pity for these furs." Milok picked up a piece of scorched fur that had been completely burned with the barrel of a gun. These Sturts collected a lot of furs. Although they were all not very valuable deerskins, the quantity was large enough. It is still a considerable fortune, enough for them to return home with a rewarding experience this time.

Unfortunately, it is now destroyed in the fire.

"What should we do with Ragnar now? The Vaughn Valley has been completely destroyed, and I'm afraid it won't be able to recover in ten years. Without prey, those wild beasts will never come again."

"We continue north and continue to finish our winter hunt."

Ragnar said, "I have a hunch that we will have good luck this year. This time we will be able to hunt enough prey for all of us to return home with a full load."

He was full of confidence and his eyes were full of expectation.

So after collecting some available supplies, the hunting team set off again.

five days later—

"Damn it, there is still nothing!" Milok stood on a raised rock pile and looked around through the telescope in his hand. To the south was a sparse forest covered with snow, to the north was an endless snowfield, and there was no animal activity. Mark of.

He put down the binoculars and shook his head. Even a direwolf couldn't survive in such a ghostly place.

He climbed down from the rock pile, because the ice and snow covered the stone pile almost fell.

After finally landing on the ground, he waved his hand at the young hunter who wanted to help him, "I'm old, and winter hunting is not suitable for an old man like me. I won't come here next year. Go back and take advantage of it." Seeing that the beasts haven't finished their supper yet."

He beckoned the young hunters behind him to go back. When the two finally returned to the camp, they immediately smelled the aroma of stewed meat.

"Come on to Milok, I've saved dinner for you." Sean shouted, pointing to the stew pot on the fire.

"Haha, John, you're still good enough, I knew it was right to make you my friend."

As Milok said, he took the wooden bowl containing the stew, and gulped down the boiling hot broth. In the world of ice and snow, there is nothing more energizing than this.

"Anything?" Ragnar asked.

Milok swallowed the venison in his mouth and shook his head, "No, nothing, this damned land seems to have been cursed by the gods, not even a single rabbit."

Ragnar nodded. He looked at the nearest sleigh cart. The food on that cart had been eaten up, so it was used as a fur sledge. Now there were only a few photos from Vaughan Valley on that cart. The deer skins that were brought out were a ghost lynx skin, three ferret skins, and a snow leopard skin. This snow leopard was hunted three days ago, and it has never been opened since then.

In terms of the current harvest alone, it can be said that it is pitifully small, but Ragnar is not in a hurry, he has already seen the power of the devil, this time they will definitely return with a full load, and he can even get a better harvest than Winter Fur, It just takes a little time.

He was not sure where to go next, so he looked at Sean.

If it's just hunting, he naturally has his own ideas, but he can feel that they are pursuing something in the dark, maybe the 'wizard' can give some useful advice.

"John, do you have any suggestions?"

Sean nodded, "Let me take a look at the map first."

He drank the broth slowly, opened the map, and looked at it carefully by the firelight, but the thoughts in his mind were diverging, recalling the scene in the dream.

The devil's prophecy undoubtedly implies that this time they will definitely be able to find the residence of the gods, the mysterious Nord temple, and even be able to contact the power of the gods. The power promised by the devil to Ragnar is obviously located in the temple .

Therefore, he also has a little more confidence in his goal this time, which can be regarded as an unexpected gain.

He still remembered the terrain around the temples, the sea in the distance, the mountains nearby, a valley between the mountains, and the hazy mist.

The combination of these conditions made it easy for him to narrow down the range of targets on the map.

First of all, it must be a place close to the sea. He glanced at the map, but frowned again. The coastline of the North Sea is all plains, and there are no mountains, which is a bit strange.

In the end, his eyes fell on a dot on the map, which represented a village or a town. Considering that in that extreme northern place, people would freeze to death, he was more inclined to think that it might just be a small fishing village.

"We're going here—Ace Town."

Looking at the direction Sean pointed at, Milok questioned, "There are no decent beasts in that area, only fish, and the sea has been frozen long ago, and even the fish are gone. If you are lucky, you may meet them." One or two white bears, but the locals have already killed all the nearby white bears, so are we going to hunt seals?"

Ragnar supported Sean unreservedly, "I also think I can go to Ace Town to have a look, even if there is no prey, it's good to go and fix it."

This made everyone look at each other in dismay. The small town is more than 100 miles away from here, and it is located in the north. They have never been so deep into the ice sheet before. Even if they really got supplies, the way back and forth is enough to consume the extra supplies. Lost, it is a bit worth the candle.

Ragnar was extremely firm, "Of course I have my reasons. Have I let you down before?"

"Yes, I remember fighting with someone in Nordrim that year."

"And that year the winter hunter got stuck in the valley."

"And that year the boss sent people to collect taxes, and you—"

Several people took turns talking about Ragnar's past dark history, and Ragnar's face became more and more ugly, "Enough, I have already decided, I will go to Ace Town, as the captain, I have the right, if you are not satisfied, Next year we can change the team leader."

Everyone could only nod helplessly.

After lunch, the team set off again.

Soon the surrounding area became even more desolate, with fewer and fewer trees, and even the most tenacious birch trees gradually disappeared.

There is only an endless icy snow field around, and the dry and cold wind blows on the body, like sandpaper polishing the skin.

Fortunately, the road was fairly flat, and the dogs ran fast on the frozen hard ground, heading north all the way.

I ran more than 80 miles in two days, and I should be able to reach the destination in one day, and everyone was not as resistant as before.

In any case, it is a good thing to be able to see the villages and towns where human beings live, and to be able to obtain rare recreation.

Early the next morning, the team continued to march towards Ace Town. The weather was fine in the morning, but there were small snowflakes in the sky at noon, and the sky gradually changed to gloomy, with light gray clouds Covering the sky, blocking the pale sun of the Far North.

Xiao En looked at the thick clouds in the sky, and his heart gradually sank.

(End of this chapter)