You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 40
The thick clouds covered the moonlight, leaving only a faint yellow light in the darkness, dyeing the entire ridge of Daxueshan with a deep color.

The wind howled past, bringing with it an incomparably cold breath.

Heavy snow fell and rolled in the night sky, like countless silver ropes wrapped around the ridge.

They are jumping, sometimes criss-crossing and intertwining, and sometimes wandering helplessly like lost travelers in the desert.

The protruding rocks in the distance were covered with heavy snow and could barely see their outlines.

Leaning silently on the ridge like a giant, waiting for the dawn in the cold and loneliness.

The Daxue Mountain looks unusually steep and steep in the darkness.

It was a vast expanse of whiteness, without any vitality, only cold and dead silence.

The ice and snow condensed into huge icicles, hanging on the ridge, making a dismal mass in the wind.

At night, there is a forbidding atmosphere on the ridge of Daxueshan Mountain.

But Guabulak, who had just finished another [Hunting Ritual], didn't care.

Bringing the same high-spirited clansmen back to the new lair of the trolls holding the food and fur.

Recently.

They build lairs on the Eighth Peak during the day.

In the afternoon, I went out to draw maps.

I thought this afternoon was still a boring investigation in the vast white snow.

Unexpectedly, I ran into another snow storm bear that was alone.

The pioneering team that already had experience responded more proficiently this time.

Surprisingly, he killed Snowstorm Bear again.

Now, everyone in the pioneering team can change into snow storm bear fur coats!

The team also amassed tons of meat.

The harvest is gratifying.

Snowstorm bears are social animals.

It is entrenched at the junction of the extreme northern white desert and the Daxue Mountain.

But the snowstorm bear that appeared on the eighth peak was not the case.

In the northern part of the Daxue Mountain Group, there are no native creatures.

It is absolutely impossible for the snowstorm bears to come here for food.

So Guabrak guessed that they might just wander here.

After all, there were no creatures that could really pose a threat to them before.

It makes sense to leave the group and have fun on your own.

In any case, the two solitary snow bears had paid the price for their arrogance and contempt.

"For the sake of the great god, boss, let's do another bowl!"

Grox's rough shouts brought Guabra back to the carnival in front of him.

He raised the huge wine vessel made of the skull of the snowstorm bear in his hand, and touched Grox's bone bowl.

The splashed bear's blood fell to the ground.

After a swig, Guabrak belched and enjoyed the first troll feast of the new lair.

The tall and thick bodies of the trolls were shrouded in dense darkness, and their mountainous footsteps shook the entire lair.

The thick stone walls were lit with remnants of the flames licking the troll's gnarled, distorted features.

They all exude a ferocious and wild yet unpretentious atmosphere.

There is a strong and pungent smell of blood in the air.

The pieces of meat that the snow storm bears were torn out by the trolls were scattered all over the ground.

Blood pooled into crimson lakes for the trolls to drink from.

Roaring, howling, and screaming are intertwined into a weird but creepy symphony.

The trolls beat the wall with stone sticks, venting their unruly and wildness with the violent impact, as if they wanted to tear the entire lair into pieces.

After rising, he danced his body wantonly, casting strange and distorted shadows in the flames.

The orgy is full of power, violence and raw desire.

The trolls roared, shouted, and devoured frantically.

Wrestle endlessly against each other and challenge themselves brutally with flesh and blood.

They seem to have forgotten time and everything else, only this indulgence brings them excitement and satisfaction.

A trembling sound echoed on the Daxue Mountain.

This is a world where trolls never rest and wounds never heal.

They wander in the dark in a dance of primal desire.

The troll blood restless in Guabrak's heart is constantly tempting him to join in.

But he held back.

If it was ten years ago, when his father was still there.

He must be the craziest guy on the field.

It's a pity that now he is the leader of the "Big Stick Clan".

He must stay awake all the time.

The clan that has been painstakingly preserved by generations of predecessors cannot be destroyed at once.

Fortunately, the recent progress of things is still very satisfactory.

The construction of this new nest has been initially completed.

Living areas, storage areas, prayer rooms and halls have all been created.

The jerky meat of the first snowstorm bear killed by the pioneering team was also roasted and placed in the specially dug trough in the storage area.

Therefore, this banquet is not only to celebrate the pioneer team killing the second snow storm bear, but also to celebrate the successful establishment of the first northern stronghold of the "Big Stick Clan".

The gods let the "Big Stick Clan" explore northwards in search of fertile land.

Obviously not referring to the vicinity of the eighth peak.

It is farther north, passing through the habitat of the snowstorm bear population.

Reach the place that the trolls have never reached - the extreme northern white desert.

Guabulak had never heard of the "Big Stick Clan" having specific records about the extreme northern white desert.

After all, the previous strength of the clan did not allow the trolls to develop so far north.

But now, the snowstorm bears can't really hinder the progress of the trolls.

Guabraque's mind gradually became alive.

The first thing to do is to determine a relatively safe and smooth path between the old and new lairs of the "Big Stick Clan" as soon as possible.

In such a harsh environment as Daxueshan, positioning is extremely difficult.

But the great strength of the trolls allows them to frequently forge and carry boulders to serve as road signs.

Once a stable connection between the two nests is established.

The "Big Stick Clan" can actually control more than half of the snow-capped mountains from the first peak to the eighth peak.

Although the expansions are places that cannot provide food, there are some more stone sources anyway.

More importantly, once the fixed route is really successfully established.

The trolls can rush from the second peak to the eighth peak faster, which is the "front line" to fight the snowstorm bears.

By fighting lone snowstorm bears in the way of harassing, the overall strength of the fighters of the "Big Stick Clan" will be improved.

And the [Hunting Ritual] bestowed by the gods on the troll will make the speed increase even further.

The flesh and blood blessed by the [Hunting Ritual] will also become the supplies for the soldiers on the barren front.

Just this time the pioneering team's action has raised the level of four trolls.

Guabulak drank the bear's blood himself, and felt that his physique had improved significantly.

It's just a step away from upgrading.

The only thing that made him a little uncertain was whether the idea of ​​planning the route was realistic.

The distance between the second peak and the eighth peak is too far.

　Thank you Bengtang for the monthly pass!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)