book of old days

Chapter 87 Hunter's Cabin
The sled flew over the snow-covered wasteland, and the sled board crushed the thin ice on the snow surface, making a crisp creaking sound and leaving clear indentations.

The cold wind was blowing head-on, with a biting chill, and scratched his face like a knife. Sean pulled the bearskin hat to minimize the exposed skin. His gaze was always fixed on the sled in front. Most of the excitement of embarking on the journey has dissipated, and there is only boredom and helplessness for the arduous journey in my heart.

Today is the fifth day of departure from Nordfössen, and they have run more than two hundred miles in five days.

Sean had always thought that Nordforsen was remote and desolate enough to be called the fringe of human civilization. However, after five days of walking on this uninhabited northern snowfield, he realized that he was truly far away now. Human civilization has stepped into the cruel and real wilderness.

Looking around, there is no trace of human civilization within the range of sight, only forests, mountains, and wastelands covered by ice and snow.

In the first few days, he also marveled at the magnificence and beauty of the natural scenery, a scene that even the best landscape painters could not describe. The scenery is boring, it is pale everywhere, mixed with the dark green of the branches and leaves, monotonous and indifferent, lifeless colors.

He sighed, and the white breath of his breath was blown back into his face, instantly frosting his brows, and he tugged on the brim of his bearskin hat again.

His eyes looked forward, at the front of the team, Ragnar was driving his sled at a fast speed, his dogs were undoubtedly the strongest in the team, and his sled board was also extra wide, keeping a long distance on the snow. After getting off two flat ruts, the people behind can run more or less easily, just like the leading goose in a flock of wild geese.

One after another, the sleds pulled a long and curved line across the wasteland.

The long line suddenly turned a corner and stopped in front of an inconspicuous snowdrift.

Sean tugged lightly on the dog's leash, and Rubes (Sean's name for the head dog) led the group of dogs knowingly, running towards there, and soon stopped beside Ragnar's sled.

Sean stared at the snowdrift for a few seconds before realizing that it was a hunter's cabin buried in the snow. Covered with thick snow, it almost blends in with the surrounding environment.

This kind of wooden house can be seen everywhere in the northern forests of Nord. Starting from Nordforsen, you can meet one every other day or so. They are shelters built by Nord hunters for hundreds of years. , is a rare safe house for hunters to rest for a while in the wilderness.

These wooden houses can not only take shelter from the wind and snow, but also provide safe shelter, and store some daily necessities, and sometimes even some old dried meat and salt can be found in the dark compartments of the wooden houses.

Although there are not many supplies, they are rare supplies in this wilderness.

Sean knew from this posture that he would probably camp here tonight.

He hopped off the sled, moving his limbs, which had been stiff from the long drive.

Soon the open space outside the hunter's hut was crowded with sleds and dogs. The hunters drove the dogs together, felled wood, collected dry wood, and prepared to light the fire, moving in an orderly manner.

These days, everyone has gradually got used to it, and they will do what they need to do naturally.

There's something indescribably comical about seeing a bunch of fat guys walking around in bearskin coats and bearskin hats.

Ragnar took the map and studied it in the wooden house.

He was wearing a wolf fur coat, but it was different from ordinary wolf fur. The wolf fur was extraordinarily thick. The fur was off-white with a silvery glow. Milok told Sean that it was the fur of a direwolf, the size of a direwolf It is huge, even surpassing humans, so its fur can be made into a whole fur coat like bear skin.

However, this kind of beast is very ferocious and intelligent, and it is not so difficult to hunt one. Ragnar is wearing such a suit, which also proves his own strength from the side.

Sean also walked into the wooden house. His position in this hunting team was the chef, so he had some special treatment.

Ragnar pointed to the mark on the map and said, "This is the last hunter's cabin nearby. We will have to spend the night in the wild until tomorrow."

Sean nodded, and he wasn't very worried about it. The bearskin coat was really warm, but the two Brighton businessmen in the corner looked a little overwhelmed.

Ragnar glanced at the two Brighton businessmen who were trembling in the corner. Although they were also wearing furs, they were obviously more gorgeous than they were warm, and they didn't get "fat" in advance. It's hard.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Ragnar asked boredly.

The two looked at each other, but each nodded.

"No...no problem...we are...warm...quite."

Ragnar shrugged, but said nothing.

Another Brighton businessman seemed unable to restrain himself from speaking, but was pulled back by his companions, and fell silent.

Milok poked his head in from the door, "John, I'm going hunting outside, who wants to come with me?"

Sean nodded, "Of course, wait for me, I'll be here."

He took out the shotgun from the sled and followed Milok towards the forest not far away. They were not the only hunting group, and several hunters had already dispersed.

Although the supplies carried by the hunting team are very sufficient, it is still necessary to avoid consumption as much as possible, so hunting on the road to obtain food has become a necessary task.

Sean is not very interested in hunting. His real goal is to see if he can find more summoning materials. For this winter hunting, he has prepared a very detailed summoning plan, listing several possible summons ceremony.

For example, the old oak tree, but he has not found the second one so far.

It's a pity that after walking a little further, he found that there were no oak trees here, probably because it was too cold, and there were only cold-resistant plants such as birch, larch, fir, and spruce.

He turned to look for those trees that looked extraordinarily tall and strong. If he could find a giant tree that was over a thousand years old, he could summon the ancient tree guards—although it was useless in practice, it could still be added to the experiment log. Some new content.

The trees in front of him were very tall, but Sean couldn't tell how old they were.

A squirrel was lying on a protruding tree trunk and gnawing on something. Sean raised the gun to aim it and then put it down. This little thing doesn't have enough bullets to shoot.

He continued to search, but did not find a thousand-year-old tree. Instead, he found some familiar red plants under a tree. They were sword blood grasses. There were many red veins on the dark green leaves. His memories of Alvi I have seen this kind of plant in the book, and it is the main material used to refine the 'God's Blood' potion.

Sean picked some, thinking it might come in handy in the future.

"Hey John, come over here, I found something."

Sean followed Milok's voice and found him standing in front of a piece of red snow with a serious expression.

It was a dead deer, only the antlers and half of the head, and the rest had been gnawed off. The deer's eyes were gone, and the black holes under the eye sockets stared at the sky. The blood of the deer dyed the surrounding snow red. However, even the red snow has been eaten away a lot.

Sean looked around nervously, but Milok bent down to check the gnawing marks.

"Is it a bear?"

"No, it should be a wolf." Milok's voice was a little disturbed.

Xiao En understands why, wolves live in packs, and are usually more dangerous than bears. Judging from the color of the deer blood, it should not take more than a day to die, that is to say, maybe the wolves are still nearby.

boom!A crisp gunshot came from a distance, followed by two more gunshots. Sean and Milok looked at each other and immediately rushed towards the direction of the gunshots.

(End of this chapter)