Chapter 230 Walking on Ice

Heavy snow had been falling for half a year, and the weather had become even colder. The thick snow on the ice was blown towards the south by the howling north wind.

A figure was shivering from the cold in the snowstorm. He was sitting cross-legged on the ice, holding a tooth knife inserted into the ice in his right hand, and a broken fishing net in his left hand.

Part of the fishing net fell into the ice hole, and the figure was muttering something.

"Don't make it too big... Don't make it too big..."

The language he spoke was similar to the language of the Fire Tribe, but with a strange accent.

Just as he was muttering something, the fishing net suddenly caught a big fish. The big fish had a huge body, and it struggled in the sea water, pulling the fishing net straight. The straight fishing net pulled the shivering figure, and the tooth knife in the right hand of the figure was suddenly under force.

"Zila..."

The tooth knife left a long mark on the ice, preventing the fishing net from falling further.

"Help, are you just watching the excitement?"

The figure raised his head, revealing a slightly childish face, but he was just a young boy.

The ones he called were two figures, one big and one small, squatting in the wind and snow. The big one was a giant dog with a sturdy figure, and the small one was a paleontologist.

"Woof woof..."

The big figure barked twice, rushed forward to help him drag the fishing net, and the small one did not move, just looking at the ice hole with expectation.

"Don't bite it off again, it's just this one net, be gentle, otherwise we will all starve to death."

The boy said to the giant dog while dragging.

"Woof woof..."

"Zila..."

The giant dog suddenly let go and barked. The boy was suddenly under pressure, and the tooth knife dragged another scratch on the ice.

"Who told you to answer? Pull, hold on."

The boy roared, and even kicked the giant dog's butt.

"Ah~~"

The giant dog cried out in grievance, and quickly opened its mouth to bite the fishing net. This time

, it would not dare to let go even if it died. The man and the dog worked together to finally stop the downward drag of the fishing net, and slowly pulled the fishing net up, and at the same time, a big fish wrapped in it was also pulled up.

"Meow..."

The thin figure finally moved. She cried out, and then flexibly pounced on the huge fish that kept hitting the ice, and pressed it on the ice.

"Crack."

The coleopard opened its mouth and bit down, breaking the fish scales directly. Without waiting for the giant dog and the boy, it started eating first.

"Are you in such a hurry?"

The boy lay on his back on the ice, looking at the coleopard's actions, and asked complainingly.

"Crack...Crack..."

The coleopard did not answer, but bit a few more times. It can be seen that she is really hungry.

"Woof woof..."

The giant dog ran to the big fish, barked twice, and opened its mouth to bite, but the coleopard, who had lowered his head, suddenly raised his head, pressed a paw on his head, gracefully stopped his action, and continued to eat alone.

"You two."

The boy had already stood up, glanced at the two with dissatisfaction, turned around and danced a sacrificial dance to a stone the size of a brick not far away.

His dancing movements were very much like the primitive sacrificial dance of the Fire Tribe. Soon, a grass-green flame rose on the ice.

The boy hurried to the flame, warmed himself up, and then turned his head to look at the big fish.

At this time, one-fifth of the big fish had been eaten by the ancient cat beast. The giant dog still stood by and did not move, looking at the big fish with longing in his eyes, sticking out his tongue and breathing out continuously.

"Okay, okay, it's my turn. You've eaten almost enough."

The boy stepped forward and grabbed the big fish's tail. Regardless of the ancient cat beast's objection, he directly threw the big fish into the grass-green totem fire.

"You've done the least work and eaten the most along the way. Look how hungry we are."

He complained and pushed away the approaching cat monster, and waved his hand to the giant dog. The giant dog immediately ran over with its tongue hanging out, buried its head in his arms and nuzzled for a while before sitting down beside him. The

cat monster also came to his side, sat down and looked at the big fish in the totem fire. She was obviously not full yet.

After a while, the boy felt that the big fish should be roasted. The green totem power appeared on his body. He reached into the totem fire and took the big fish out directly.

The big fish roasted by the fire exuded a unique fragrance. The boy sniffed it greedily, then cut off the fish head and the front part of the fish body with a tooth knife and threw them in front of the giant dog.

"Meow..."

The ancient cat monster cried out in dissatisfaction. The boy hesitated for a moment, cut off some of the fish tail and threw it to her.

Picking up a piece of fragrant fish meat in the middle, the boy bit it hard.

The man, the dog and the cat each devoured the food in various ways. After finishing everything, the boy fell to the ground and fell asleep.

The giant dog lay beside him, slowly rested his head on his front paws, half-closed his eyes and began to doze off.

The ancient cat monster jumped to the side of the boy, rested his head on the boy's chest, and slowly fell asleep.

The north wind was howling, but it could not blow out the totem fire. They spent the night slowly like this.

The next morning, the man and the dog worked together to catch a fish, and the ancient cat beast once again enjoyed the fruits of their labor. After breakfast, they set off on their way.

They didn't know how long they had been doing this kind of day, and they were used to it.

They kept moving forward in the face of the wind and snow. When they were tired, they sat down to light the totem fire to rest. When they were hungry, they used the totem fire to break the ice. Then, the man and the dog used the broken fishing net to catch fish.

Sometimes, the boy would hold the fishing net and sigh, fearing that it would break and he would have no tools to catch fish.

They walked on the sea ice, day after day, with nothing to see but snow and ice.

In such loneliness, the boy would occasionally stop for a day and give up moving forward, judging the way ahead by the track of the sun, and then continue to go southwest.

That was the place where the tribe originated from, and this time he ran away secretly to find his old place.

This was a bold move. It is said that the first generation of witches in the tribe sailed across the ocean from their old place to their tribe. According to the first generation of witches, he thought he was dead, but he survived in the end. The

wise first generation of witches repeatedly emphasized the difficulty of this road. Although he hoped to return to his old place, he did not want his descendants to take risks for it.

The boy had been full of fantasies about his hometown since he was a child. After he heard the legend of the first generation of witches, he had been planning to find his hometown.

So when he grew up, he stole the tribe's totem fire, took a dog and a cat, and set out on the road to find his hometown.

This was a difficult road. He himself didn't know how long he had walked on the ice. He just kept moving forward in the cold and fatigue.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he began to see the horizon in the distance. He rushed forward excitedly, the ancient cat beast followed cautiously behind him, and the giant dog followed him on both sides.

As they got closer and closer to the horizon, noisy and boiling human voices began to appear in front of them. The giant dog was a little scared because it hadn't seen people for a long time, so it slowly retreated to the back, and only the boy continued to run wildly on the ice.

He was shouting, he was howling, he was releasing his excitement.