Chapter 375 Hunting (Part 1)



Chapter 375 Hunting (Part 1)

In a world of silvery white, thousands of miles of desolate land, the heavy snow suppressed the restlessness of the entire world, drowning out all the noise and quarrels. The snow also covered everything, hiding the pure, the dirty, the beautiful, and the ugly, leaving only this monotonous white.

A lone male deer wandered aimlessly in the forest, looking for food. There were no wolves in the vast jungle, which were its biggest enemy in survival, and it also meant that there was no danger within its sight.

It began to search, looking for any grass it could enjoy in the thick snow. The forest was rich in delicious food but also came with dangers. However, the stag was unaware that it had been targeted and became a prey while it was foraging.

It pricked up its ears and did not dare to let its guard down even while eating. It is better to be safe than sorry. Not only humans but animals also understand this truth. However, the stag did not notice the danger hiding in the bushes.

“Whoosh!”

A branch not far away moved, and a wooden arrow pierced through the snow on the branch and hit the stag's hip. The sudden pain frightened the stag, and it trembled all over, contracted its muscles, and leaped five meters away, fleeing in the opposite direction of the arrow.

"Quick, quick! Catch it, don't let it run away!"

From the moment the stag escaped, the forest was doomed to be in turmoil. Amidst the loud shouts, several riders flew out from the bushes, some holding bows and arrows, others holding javelins, and galloping on their horses.

They screamed and those holding bows and arrows kept shooting arrows at the running deer. Those holding javelins also tried to get close to the deer and throw their javelins at it, but none of this could stop the deer from running. It ran too fast, so the arrows and javelins could only fall into the snowflakes raised behind it.

The riders quickly changed their hunting methods. They formed a semicircle, waved their spears and shouted loudly, using their roars to scare the stag and make it run in the direction they wanted. Of course, this method worked every time.

At the other end of the jungle, two people were standing beside a tall and strong man. One of them was holding a cape made of a whole bear skin, and the bear head was the helmet of the strong man. The other one was holding a huge axe in both hands, which looked very heavy.

The man in the middle was about two meters tall, with his arms exposed in the snow, even though they were red from the cold. He was slowly wrapping the linen strips around his arms and palms.

"You must attack the legs!" The man holding the giant axe beside him said to the sturdy man, "Our leader, Archie Thunderhammer, the guardian of the Western Gate, needs a complete deerskin. Don't mess it up. We have given you a lot of benefits. In addition, we only want the skin. The remaining meat is enough for you to have a good meal!"

The two guys warned him over and over again, but the tall and strong man turned a deaf ear to him, perhaps because his ears were calloused from hearing so much. He took his time to tidy himself up. At this time, the shouts of the riders and the sound of branches being knocked down came from the bushes in front. The prey was about to arrive, and the two men suddenly became nervous. They probably didn't expect it to come so soon.

"It all depends on you, Nephilim!"

The man said as he laboriously handed over the huge axe in his hand. The Nephilim took the axe slowly and hung it beside his legs. Another man hurriedly helped him put on the bear skin and tied it tightly around his chest.

"Woo~"

A cloud of white air came out of the Nephilim's mouth, accompanied by a heavy humming sound. He slowly stood up with the support of the giant axe. The two followers hurriedly retreated. They knew that the Nephilim was about to take action! "Hula!"

The stag leaped out of the bushes in front of him and landed right in front of the Nephilim.

"roar!!!"

The roar resounded throughout the forest. The Nephilim held the axe in both hands, bent down, and lowered his body as much as possible. With a roar, the stag fell in front of him. He suddenly raised the axe and chopped off the stag's legs.

With a wail, the stag fell heavily to the ground. Having lost its front hooves, it was still struggling hard, unwilling to easily compromise with its fate. The blood gushing out from the broken parts dyed the snow under its feet red.

"You did it! You did it!" The two followers and the expelling riders who followed raised their weapons and cheered. Some people couldn't wait any longer, they jumped off their horses and ran all the way to deal with the struggling stag in a hurry.

The Nephilim took down this huge prey with just a casual move. The breathtaking performance he displayed made everyone present admire him.

The Nephilim naturally knew this, and he was naturally very arrogant, but he did not show it. He just squatted down and pretended nothing had happened, wiping the blood off the axe blade with snow.

The killing seemed to have stopped, and the barbarians were happily processing their spoils. In the bushes not far away, small branches were slowly pushed aside, and a bow with an arrow appeared in this small gap. The action was silent, and the snow tried its best to cover the movements of the hunters. The God of Winter remained neutral and did not favor anyone.

The barbarians would never have thought that while they were successfully hunting, they would gradually become the prey of others.

"The one in the middle washing the axe with snow is the Nephilim." From behind the bushes, one man explained to another.

"It's indeed a big guy, but just one is already very good. As long as we can kill them here, the barbarians will never know it was us who did it." Another person spoke.

"But I must remind you that the Nephilim are taller, stronger than the average man and harder to defeat."

"Then shoot them to death with javelins and bows." The man's voice was as cold as the harsh winter. "Anyway, we don't have any control over whether our chips are alive or dead."

"Alright! Alright!"

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Several people worked together and finally cut off the skin of the stag, but at this time, a wolf howled from the woods. The sound came from a faraway place, making everyone present feel nervous.

"Damn, they have such a keen nose."

The barbarian rider, covered in blood, stood up holding a broken knife stained red with blood and looked in the direction of the wolf howling. God knows how many wolves are approaching here rapidly.

"We have to leave!"

The rider called to everyone, and they hurriedly gathered up the deerskins and climbed onto their horses.

Although the Nephilim were tall and strong, they were stubborn. Even if the wolves were getting closer and closer, the threat was imminent and he could not give up the stag. He quickly went up and carried the stag on his shoulders, ready to leave here with the other barbarians.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”

Arrows shot from the bushes on all sides hit each of them instantly. All the riders fell off their horses screaming, and their horses ran away in fright.

The Nephilim was the only one left standing in the snow. The sudden death of all the Saxon soldiers around him made him stop abruptly. An arrow was stuck in his back, but it seemed that the arrow did not have much effect on him.

"Surround him, surround him!"

At the command, everyone came out of the bushes, drew their bows and arrows, and pointed them directly at the Nephilim in front of them.

(End of this chapter)


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