The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 83 The Claws of Winter
It was a mammoth with six or seven spears and more than a dozen arrows stuck in its body. The thick hair on its body was mottled and messy, and it was stuck into clusters of icicles by blood stains.

It can be seen dying even from a distance, but like all creatures of the Freljord, it fights desperately to stay alive.

It struggled through the snow and climbed up the slope, a streak of scarlet was sprinkled behind its heavy steps, disturbing the calmness of the snow surface.The furious roar trembled the valley, which could trigger an avalanche at any time.

For the past week, Sejuani of Winter's Claw has been tracking the mammoth with her group of hunters.

The fur of the mammoth is harder and thicker than the bark of the ironwood tree on the Ornkar Rock, and it can resist all their spears, bows and arrows, and the jagged tusks are enough to turn a fully armed warrior Turned into a bloody corpse, he broke through the encirclement of swords and battle axes in one charge, and fled to the high slope covered with pine forests.

This ten-person hunting team couldn't stop the mighty mammoth. It could only follow the wounded prey alone like a pack of wolves that smelled blood, preventing it from returning to the pack and giving it no chance to find food and drink. …withhold any respite until it dies of bloodshed and mental breakdown.

A successful hunt is without glory or reputation.

What hunting requires is to injure, bleed, and exhaust the prey until it is powerless to fight back, and then kill the prey at the lowest cost.

But the balance of victory did not favor their side because of the passage of time. The cunning mammoth used the illusion of being overwhelmed to lure them to come forward to check the situation, and then suddenly violently whipped.The warrior who was caught off guard was picked up by the runaway mammoth with its giant teeth, and fell to pieces on the upper stone.

In addition, they were attacked by a herd of mad claws.The brutes were drawn by the smell of mammoth blood, but saw the hunter's Winter's Claw as prey.The reason is also very simple, nothing more than they feel that a few humans are better to deal with than a wounded mammoth.

After a fierce battle, Winter's Claw's counterattack left two Crazy Claws, but the herd also dragged their two warriors away.Two for two is a tie.If you take into account the appetite of both parties and the amount of trophies produced, Winter's Claw has actually made a lot of money here.

But Sejuani was not happy at all.

Of the ten warriors she led when she set off, there were only seven left now, and in her mind they were all elite hunters and brave warriors.

Moreover, the direction in which the prey fled...

"If you let this beast run further south, you will be in the territory of the Avarosa people."

It was a hooded rider beside her who spoke, his voice muffled by a fur collar, and Sejuani saw only bloodshot eyes.As soon as he got close, the mane began to growl from the back of his throat, and Sejuani reached out and stroked its rough, bristly bristles to soothe it.

She lifted the bristle rein, and the gigantic Juvask gave a displeased grunt and shook his head impatiently.The bloody smell of the mammoth filled its nostrils, and the mounts under him were all alarmed by the mammoth not far away, but her mane was eager to fight.

"Urkas, what are you worried about?" Sejuani loosened the frozen scarf in front of her mouth and nose, letting the wind and snow whip her cheeks.

In fact, she is very aware of the current situation. Winter's Claw usually enters the mountains to plunder the Enuk herds, which have been driven to the lowlands with lush grass in the south by the Avarosa herdsmen, and the fish in the Sea of ​​Ice have also been isolated. under a thick ice sheet.

The weather is getting colder and the access to food is getting less and less.And as the Winter's Claw grows stronger, the food reserves are depleted faster and faster. If they don't bring enough food back, then this winter will be very difficult.A prey that big would feed the entire Winter's Claw for a week—an extra day, an hour, or even an extra breath was paid for in the Freljord.

It is impossible for her to give up this prey, but if...

Urkas turned to the mammoth Nunu who was three hundred yards away: "What if our prey refuses to turn back and fight to the death, and plunges into Rakstark? Warmother, you don't want to send the prey to Ashe yourself Mouth?"

"Hmph, if she dares to eat it, I'll make her spit it out." Sejuani snorted coldly.His eyes shone the light blue of winter, and his tone was colder than the bitter wind in the mountains.

Ashe, her sister in the robe, the breaker of the oath.

Sejuani has already vowed that if she sees this "good sister" again, she will fight to the death, but the existing situation will not change just because of a cruel word.

They alone would never challenge the Freljord's most populous tribe if prey ran into Ashe's territory.

At this moment, a figure blocked the low-hanging sun. He was tall and tall, and his height standing on the flat ground could catch up with Sejuani and Urkas who were riding.

"I found a village with an unfinished wall nearby, just beyond the woods." Olaf of Lokfar strode towards the two, this time the bristle did not growl impatiently, because it knew very well The red-bearded berserker wearing this horned helmet is a beast in human form.

The Lokfar Peninsula is one of the wildest and coldest regions in the entire Freljord, and only those with fire in their blood can withstand the environment there.

And Olaf lokofared more than any lokofar man.

"Olaf, are you looking for death?" Sejuani narrowed her eyes.

"I'm just giving you one more choice, don't rob me of the opponent I've found." Olaf's pale eyes were burning with longing, looking forward to touching something on the top of the mountain.

"Oh, as expected of you."

Sejuani had to admit that she was amused by Olaf, the burliest Freljordian she had ever seen, but with the prophecy of old age and death, which for a Lokfar warrior was like drowning in a giant. The same shame as in the dung, which is why Olaf is so enthusiastic about dying in honor.

Olaf's return brought new choices, and it was time for her, the Warmother, to make a decision.

Either continue to track the injured mammoth, but may give up the prey to Avarosa, or even fall into a deep siege; or plunder the villages on the edge of Avarosa, and it is easy to succeed before the wall is built.

The former is risky, but the return is also great, enough to support the food of Winter's Claw for a week.The reward for the latter is small but it is almost impossible to miss. Looting is commonplace for Sejuani.

Sejuani could see that the crazy Olaf wanted to fight the mammoth to the death, while the rational majority was more inclined to the latter, and it could give Avarosa some power.

She herself and the steel bristles under her body are more inclined to the former.But from the perspective of the war mother, she has to think about the majority.How long can the food in the territory last... Just as Sejuani was calculating the consequences, a burst of hearty laughter came into her ears.

(End of this chapter)