Lanshan Snow

The young master of Central Plains.

Lord Sorcerer's prize, Arran of Lord Sorcerer, is gone.

Zaximu knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty.

He was the best archer of the Thule tribe, and he was still young, and he liked to be lazy and slippery, and he didn't want to be responsible for small things like patrols-it was just a small problem.

But today, it's causing big problems.

It is now the fourth day of the Thule hunting team's successful winter grazing and their return to the tribe after a long journey.

After the glacier delta, they passed two more supply points on the way, and Arlan of Shouwu disappeared at the second supply point.Zaximu, who was in charge of patrolling and protecting Alan, didn't find out about this until Dongmu's team arrived at the third supply point.

The camp was silent.

The bonfire crackled, and Lord Shouwu's face was illuminated by the fire like a bronze mask with no expression.

None of the Thule warriors dared to speak, and none dared to intercede for Tashimu.

They are too aware of the fate of being lost in this kind of weather - without the protection of mammoth herds and wizards, the icy wind will soon strip away the temperature of flesh and blood, and people will soon be frozen into bruised corpses.Blizzards will soon engulf the corpses like moving white deserts.

Even the tribal warriors in the snowy field rarely take the risk of traveling alone in the middle of winter, not to mention that Arlan, the first witch, is the original young master among them!

——A beautiful young master who is tenderer than new goat milk.

It's been almost a day, what will happen to Arlan of the First Witch?

They dare not think about it.

"Bata Chihan, Sanji, Kampot..." Amidst the antelope and reindeer's snorting anxiously, Shi Wuluo stepped across the bonfire expressionlessly, and walked towards the mammoth resting outside the camp. The Warriors followed immediately.He turned over and stepped on the mammoth, whistled, and a black shadow fell from the air and landed on his arm.

He said a few words to it in a low voice, like a mantra, and raised his arm.

The goshawk let out a clear chirp.

Spread your wings and soar into the sky.

Shaerlu seemed to understand something, without the master's order, he flicked his proboscis, opened the fence of the camp, and ran back in the direction he came from.The few mammoths had just run out for a few miles, and an eagle cry sounded again in the sky, urgent and sharp, like some kind of ominous forecast.

Bata Chihan could clearly see that the expression of the Chief Witch, who had always been calm, changed instantly.

........................

Qiu Bodeng ran desperately in the forest.

He escaped while breaking camp.

The winter herding team was on their way, when the archer was patrolling the most carefully, and he didn't have the ability to guarantee that he would not break his arm or leg when he jumped off the back of the mammoth.When stationed to rest, Thuleians are relatively relaxed, but...someone usually wants him to be around.

The only time to take advantage of the camp is to take advantage of it.

The warriors were going to drive the antelope and reindeer that stopped moving in the snowstorm.The rest of Wizard Thule ended earlier, and he had to release his falcon in advance to determine how to go next—the winter grazing route was not fixed, and storms and ice swamps would block the way forward at any time.

At this time, the camp will be relatively chaotic.

And the supply point is basically located near the forest. As long as you avoid the sight of the guards and make the other party mistakenly think that you are on a mammoth or entering a wooden house, it is not difficult to escape into the forest.The time between the escaped supply point and the next supply point where the Tule tribe arrived was the opportunity for Qiu Bodeng to shift positions.

The problem is, transfer...

Very failed.

Shhhhhhhhh

call out!

A dozen wooden arrows flew overhead and nailed into the tree trunk.

These arrows are not at the same level as the few arrows shot by the Tule wizard in the canyon.

But the other party's killing intent was naked.

If it weren't for the dense forest and the roots of the oak protruding from the ground, Qiu Bodeng would have died long ago.

Hundreds of people wearing bear skins and wolf-head masks are brandishing scimitars in the forest, chasing one after another screaming and fleeing Central Plains people... In name, the extreme plain of Xizhou is a holy and beautiful land. , A forbidden place isolated from the world.But since the most vicious criminals can be exiled here.How could a businessman chasing profit miss its richness?

The wages of avarice is death.

The Central Plains needs the fur of the Snow Plains, and the mysterious tribes need the handicrafts of the Central Plains.On the basis of the mutual needs of the two sides, smugglers emerged.Every year, many businessmen from all over the other eleven continents flock to the extreme plains to venture into the fur trade...

"call……"

Qiu Bodeng climbed over a low wall of tree roots and buried himself in the thick snow and pine needles.

He was panting violently, his heart beating so hard that it almost burst out of his throat.

……one in ten thousand.

he thinks.

He had nothing to say about his luck...he knew there were smugglers in the snowfields, as evidenced by the china the Thule wizard had given him.But he never expected that the smuggling caravan was so close to him, so close that he was nearby... No, no, porcelain...

porcelain.

Qiu Bodeng closed his eyes in annoyance.

In the past few days, apart from the porcelain bowl, Wizard Thule also brought him some other objects from the Central Plains.He only regarded it as a special treatment for the tribal wizard, but he forgot that the Thule wizard was unlikely to be a person who loved pleasure—that guy's wooden house was ridiculously shabby at first.

Thinking about it now, those things should have been specially exchanged with the caravan.

...for him to change.

Qiu Bodeng pursed his lips, shaking off irrelevant thoughts.

... As a tribal wizard and on a winter grazing journey, even if Shi Wuluo went to exchange goods from the Central Plains, it was impossible for him to leave the team for too long.The distance between the Natule winter herding team and the smugglers cannot be too far... The Tule tribe goes north, and the smugglers go south, ten to ten must pass through the same supply point.

It's different from his unlucky guy who fled into the forest by accident.

The smuggler caravan is obviously the forest road that they have taken from the very beginning.

The great cold wave sealed off the entire snowfield. Unlike the tribes in the snowfield, the smuggler caravans had mammoths and wizards who could influence the cold wind.Only the dense forest can weaken the wind to the greatest extent, and they have been traveling in the snow field for a long time, and their understanding of the forest is definitely beyond the reach of a young master like Qiu Bodeng.

Cross the forest and reach the snow line.

This is a relatively safe business route.

only……

Maybe it was because of the sudden cold wave that damaged the property, or maybe it was just a lack of greed, these private caravans violated the absolute taboo of the snowy plain.

—they poached.

On the snowfields, hunting and herding are the oldest and most sacred activities, with many taboos.For this reason, the Xueyuan Tribe set a rule that people in the Central Plains are not allowed to hunt in the snowfield.While Qiu Bodeng was running desperately, he saw elks, gray wolves, and white foxes lying in the snow in the forest...

Once again, the tribe that was hunted down used the wolf as a totem.

Qiu Bodeng: "..."

All right, he didn't have to try to explain anything.

torches.whistle.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and the sound of chaotic footsteps is getting closer.

Qiu Bodeng reached out and groped, trying to break off a piece and a half of bark to use as a weapon.The bark of these ancient trees grown in the alpine region is as hard as steel.Qiu Bodeng tried several times, but without success.In desperation, he could only nest himself a little deeper into the depression of the tree roots.

It's not like he didn't think about climbing a tree.

But Thule's riding boots have hard soles, which are not the material for climbing trees at all.However, Qiu Bodeng was slender and curled up, but he could barely hide himself.

——It's just that his luck is really "extraordinary".

"You!" A Central Plains businessman who was covered in blood stumbled over. When he saw him, he was stunned at first, then suddenly his eyes turned red, and he swung his scimitar and slashed over. "You damn barbarians! These……"

Clang——

The machete chopped on the iron tree, and sparks flew out.

Qiu Bodeng dangerously fell forward on the pile of soft fallen leaves. Before he could get up, he heard the wind of the knife coming from behind again, so he could only turn sideways in embarrassment, and the machete smashed into the ground.He was still in shock, but the Central Plains businessman was one step ahead of him, staggered and fell to his knees.

A dagger pierced the merchant's throat.

Immediately afterwards came the shouts of the Dailang tribe.

It probably means there are people over there.

……pretty good.

Qiu Bodeng was almost numb.

For the Central Plains smugglers, he wears the clothing of the Xueyuan tribe.For the Xueyuan tribe, his figure from the Central Plains is clear at a glance.What is "the place where there is no attachment on both sides", this is called "the place where there is no attachment on both sides".

The sound of burning torches was approaching.

It couldn't be closer.

Qiu Bodeng put his elbows on the ground, crawled forward, and grabbed the scimitar not far away from him.

Pull hard.

Not pulling.

The scimitar was extremely heavy, at least one or two hundred catties, no wonder the businessman swung it so hard just now... Fortunately, he thought his luck had improved.

The whistling stopped.

The torches gathered from all directions, and the remaining smugglers, including Qiu Bodeng, were trapped in the open space between the three oak trees...Bronze wolf-head masks appeared one after another, and the tall and burly snowfield tribes stuck the torches into the trees, Form a strange closed circle of fire.

"...What are they going to do?" one of the surviving businessmen asked tremblingly.

What else can I do?

Murder!

Qiu Bodeng let go of the scimitar and answered silently.

Hundreds of bows were aimed at the open space at the same time, hundreds of arrows were put on the bowstring at the same time, and hundreds of tribesmen wearing bronze wolf-head masks approached slowly.The businessman who was asking the question finally understood what was going on, screamed, jumped up, and rushed out madly.

The moment he rushed out, all bows were fired.

Qiu Bodeng closed his eyes.

The next moment, the icy wind slammed into the forest.

The author has something to say:

Vulgar heroes save the beauty, I confess, I am a lover of old school literature (bushi)

[1] The respectful title of the partner of the great witch in the Xueyuan tribe.

Ps: Briefly explain the setting of Xiaxueyuan: For monks, it is a forbidden place, isolated from the outside world to a certain extent, but there are limited smugglers and commerce at the mortal level.Many tribes exist in the snowfield at the same time, and each tribe has different totems and taboos. The Thule tribe is one of the strongest tribes.