Condes Mountains
Dasong became interested and came over to examine it curiously. "Can this thing really summon the mountain god? I've heard rumors about the mountain god Kandasi before."
Matters concerning gods sound mysterious and distant.
He only thought it was an unreachable existence, but Mellen said that it was incredible that he could make the gods come in person.
"Of course I have. About twenty years ago, the mountain god performed a miracle for me."
Myron stared down at the whistle, lost in deep memories.
When he first came to the small town of Condas, he also heard about the majesty of the mountain god from the older generation.
Like most people, it is difficult for me to believe everything I hear about ghosts and gods. Even after going up the mountain and getting a whistle passed down by my predecessors, this idea has not changed.
But that whistle has been passed down through generations for more than a hundred years, and the time and reason of its earliest appearance can no longer be traced back.
Since it can protect every generation of forest rangers from harm, it would be nice to carry it with you as a talisman and just have it as a thought.
With this in mind, Myron wore it every day when patrolling the mountains.
Even though the mountain god is the guardian of the Kandhas Mountains, it is impossible for him to come out and meet mortals just by praying.
He heard from his teacher that the mountain god would only appear if the whistle was blown when one's life was in danger.
Twenty years ago in the severe winter, a large expedition team came to the Condes Mountains. After meeting them, Mellen learned that they were from his hometown.
Myron, who had not been home for a long time, also felt homesick and had a great time chatting with them.
During those few days, he volunteered to be a guide and take everyone on a tour of the snow-capped mountains.
He was familiar with the climate changes on the snow-capped mountains. He had never encountered a storm when he was with his fellow villagers, but the force majeure of nature was something that ordinary people could not predict.
While observing a natural, colorful mineral vein exposed to the air on the side of a snow-capped mountain, they encountered an avalanche.
The natural disaster was imminent. Even though everyone had already felt the tremors coming from under their feet, there was nowhere to hide. No matter where they ran, they would end up being covered by the vast white snow.
In the critical moment, Myron fell into deep self-blame. If he had not made this decision today, his friends around him would not have suffered such a devastating disaster.
Screams were heard all around me, and the sight was filled with wind and snow, making it difficult to even see the figures of people nearby.
He ran a few quick steps against the strong wind, and the amount of oxygen he inhaled into his mouth and nose seemed to decrease a little. Before he could think about it, he felt an extremely strong push on his back.
The snow flowed and pressed him down.
Normally, when you see snow, it falls lightly into your palm. Apart from a little bit of coolness, you can’t feel any weight at all.
But at this moment, it was like a rock, and it was very difficult to move.
Myron took a few deep breaths, but only inhaled the snow particles into his nose, choking him and causing tears to stream. As his consciousness gradually became blurred, he vaguely remembered the whistle hanging around his neck.
The avalanche has stopped and the whole world has returned to peace.
They couldn't save themselves, and no one would risk a second avalanche by going up the mountain at this time to dig them out of the snow.
The possible consequence, on the bright side, is that after the ice and snow melt, we will find a few already stiff corpses.
Or, be buried forever under the glacier.
It was not a big deal for him to return to the mountains, but those fellow villagers he brought to the mountains still had families and friends waiting for them to return.
Myron used up his last bit of strength to take out the whistle, but the sound he blew was as weak as a mosquito's.
He laughed at himself in his heart, afraid that the gods wouldn't hear him.
Perhaps the flow of time before a person dies will be infinitely stretched. Myron closed his eyes and felt like a long time had passed.
As his body gradually rose into the air, he was still thinking that he must have done a lot of good things in the first half of his life, so he was able to go to heaven.
It was not until a dazzling light came in front of him that he opened his eyes without controlling his eyelids from fluttering, and found that he had gotten out of the snow without knowing when, and was floating above the snow.
Looking to the side, the others were in the same situation as him.
Further away, there was a man in a black robe standing on the snow.
The contrast between black and white is sharp, and the person coming is particularly conspicuous in the wind and snow. His face is hidden by his robe and his arms are raised upwards.
Suddenly, Myron understood that it was the mountain god that the teacher had mentioned.
Only the mountain god can save everyone easily with one force.
The mountain god lowered his hand slightly again, and everyone landed on the ground safely.
After surviving the disaster, everyone huddled together, looking at the figure a few meters away.
The corners of his clothes were blown up by the cold wind, and even though he stood still without making any movement, he exuded an extremely powerful majesty that made people afraid to approach him.
Looking closely, it seemed to be more likely to arouse the fear in my heart than the avalanche just now.
No one dared to speak at this time.
The other party had no intention of talking to them. His figure turned into black mist and disappeared on the spot with the wind.
After a few seconds, someone spoke haltingly, his teeth chattering: "Who is he?"
"The existence that protects this mountain range." Myron looked down at the whistle, still feeling that what had just happened was not real.
Since then, he has acted more cautiously and no longer takes anyone into the mountains at will, shouldering the responsibilities of a forest ranger.
When he learned that this mountain range was truly protected by the mountain god, he felt honored.
After that, Myron tried to blow the whistle under normal circumstances, but he never saw the real mountain god again. From this, he realized that the rumors were not false and that the mountain god could only be summoned when facing life-threatening danger.
I am very familiar with the situation in the mountains and will not encounter any major danger. These two children are the ones who need protection.
In addition, since he is about to fight with "Cheetah", he will give this whistle to Ding Can in the hope of giving her a talisman.
"This is too valuable, and it's been passed down from generation to generation by forest rangers. I can't accept it." Ding Can grabbed the black leather rope in his hand, and the whistle tied to it swayed slightly with the movement.
But in his heart he was thinking that Mellen's words were very logical and he would definitely not lie. He really had seen the so-called mountain god.
I never thought that while a forest ranger was dealing with poachers, he would also encounter ghosts and gods.
Seeing that Myron had no intention of taking it back, she jokingly asked, "Why, you've made up your mind not to pass the assessment and just let me be the next forest ranger, right?"
Myron snorted coldly, "That's a nice thought. I'm just worried you'll die on the mountain. If that's the case, you might as well pray more. If you're in danger, the mountain god will appear before you."
"That's right, take it first. Besides, Mr. Myron hasn't said anything about the successor yet, so don't try to be so annoying."
Dasong was fiddling with the hunting rifle in his hand to increase his proficiency in operating it. Each gun had a different weight, and once replaced, it would take some time to adapt to it to ensure that there would be no mistakes when using it.
Ding Can didn't refuse anymore and put the whistle around his neck: "Then let me keep it for now. We are always together anyway, and we can both be protected if the mountain god comes."
*
Since it is speculated that the "Cheetah" people are also on the snow mountain, I believe that once they come here, they will definitely not miss the mink fur trading business.
It is possible that they have already set their sights on the upright-eared marten.
The erect-eared marten is a social animal with extremely sensitive sense of smell and hearing. Once other species approach, they will be discovered quickly.
But they are born timid. If danger approaches and disaster is imminent, they will not run away but hide their heads in the snow, thinking that this will avoid the fate of being preyed upon.
As for the living environment, although the erect-eared marten also relies on fruits from trees for survival, it does not like to live in the forest. It only goes out to forage in the early morning and usually survives by digging holes in the snow.
During this period of time, if you want to find the traces of snow ferrets, you have to go to the snow.
Myron knew the approximate range of the minks' activities. After coming out of the cabin, he continued to lead the two of them westward.
"See that shadow up ahead? It's the ferrets huddled together for warmth."
The three of them stopped beside a huge rock. It was sheltered from the wind and sunny, so it was warmer than other places.
Ding Can looked at the snow in the distance and saw a lot of small heads. Compared with the slender body and fluffy tail, the head and limbs of the upright-eared marten were relatively small.
It stood on its front legs with its curved claws tucked into its pink pads, and its eyes were very big and round, like a pair of sparkling gems.
The hair on the edges of their large, erect ears is not as brown as the fur on their entire body, but is a soft, velvety white color. Even when they think they are safe, the hair keeps moving, paying close attention to the surrounding situation.
"According to what you said, the upright-eared marten is so alert that it should be difficult to catch it. I guess a gunshot would scare them away and they would just hide in a hole, making it impossible to track them."
Dasong stared at the snow for too long, then looked away and blinked to ease the tension.
Although humans have more conveniences than other species, every creature has its own special natural abilities. It is impossible for humans with heavy equipment to catch up with the upright-eared marten by simply relying on running speed and walking on the snow as an obstacle.
Once the poachers' whereabouts are exposed, all the upright-eared martens will flee according to their survival instinct, making it even more difficult to catch them.
The caravan disguised as Ye Shan's team members privately sought quite a few mink furs in the town.
If you want to obtain such a large number of mink furs, it may not be enough to hunt the entire group of minks in front of you. Who knows how many more upright-eared martens will suffer on the snow-capped mountains.
"Cheetah is not as simple as you think. Some of their methods are something I've never seen before."
Myron's words were definitely not meant to boost others' morale. He had never gotten any good results in the several fights. Instead, the lives of these wild animals were lost one by one in front of him.
Every time he saw the dead bodies of animals lying in the snow, apart from guilt and self-blame, he found that there was really nothing he could do.
Dasong reached out and tried to push down the brown curls that were blown by the wind, but to no avail. He could only let a few of his hairs stand up again. "Mr. Myron, I will definitely keep an eye on the minks. Anyone who wants to harm them will have to get past me first."
Meow~~
I heard a few cat meows beside my ears. How could a kitten, a delicate animal that is afraid of both cold and heat, survive on the snowy mountains?
He was wondering what was going on and went to look for the source of the sound. He discovered that there was a prick-eared marten standing outside a big rock, with its little head erected, looking over here.
Dasong immediately held his breath. He had just heard that this marten was afraid of people, and he would scare it again.
"Yuanyuan, come here." Unexpectedly, Myron actually waved at the upright-eared marten.
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