The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 272
On the endless snow field, only the toughest pine needle trees and tenacious hay can survive in this cruel environment.

Shasha~
A cute fat snow rabbit slowly crawled out of its cave, its white fur almost blended with the surrounding environment.

Looking at a somewhat dry turf not far from the cave, the rabbit's eyes immediately flashed with excitement.

Although it doesn't like to eat this kind of grass roots without juice, but in this icy and snowy environment, this is already one of the few foods that can satisfy its hunger.

Although there is a saying that 'rabbits don't eat grass around the nest', the premise is that grass can grow around the nest!
If it wasn't for the lack of food, it wouldn't venture out of its safe cave and go outside to look for food.

"Squeak~"

Humming a ditty that only rabbits can understand, the rabbit hopped and jumped towards the dry grass in the distance, and began to gnaw on the chewy turf.

"Finally out..."

At this moment, Snow Rabbit, who was wrestling with the turf, didn't realize at all that on the treetop not far away, there was a pair of cold eyes staring at his plump body.

Looking at the fat rabbit on the ground, the snow-covered figure slowly pulled the bowstring in his hand, and then aimed a simple bone arrow at the unaware rabbit.

Peng~
"Nice!"

Looking at the rabbit directly nailed to the snow by the arrow, the figure on the tree shook the snowflakes on his body excitedly, and then climbed down from the tree skillfully.

Looking at the loot he had squatted for several hours and finally got it, the young man pulled out the arrow from the rabbit, and then pulled out a sharp iron dagger. While dissecting the rabbit, he said with emotion:

"The weather is getting colder and colder, and there are fewer and fewer prey like this..."

"Yeah, Hawke, isn't there less and less prey that can't resist, so can you please don't resist and give me the rabbit obediently?"

"who?!"

Hearing the movement behind him, the young man named 'Hawke' hastily raised his hunting bow and pointed it around, only to realize that his situation did not seem to be very good:
At some point, a few freedmen holding stone spears and short bows suddenly walked out from the bushes in the distance, and the leader was wearing a set of rare chain armor!

Watching the free people around him surround him, Hawke's face gradually became ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily:
"Pamir! This is not your hunting range, do you want to break the rules set by the clan?"

"Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about, boy, we are free people, when will free people like us need to abide by any rules?"

Looking at the fat snow rabbit at Hawke's feet and the iron dagger at his waist, Pamir's eyes showed a greedy look.

As free folk living north of the Great Wall, most of the tools they use in their lives are bone knives and stone axes that are easily damaged and inefficient.

After all, although they look down on the "kneeling people" who claim to be civilized south of the Great Wall, they have to admit that the iron tools and tools used by those "nobles" are very useful.

But even so, as vicious people born in a vicious place, expecting them to obediently develop iron civilization is obviously overestimating them.

After all, without legal and moral constraints, the nomadic life of passing by is always more real than the development of civilization with slow returns.

Therefore, the free folk can only obtain rare and precious irons by venturing across the Great Wall to plunder, or by exchanging with smugglers who are willing to trade with them.

And being able to own an iron weapon, even if it is just a dagger for dissection, is enough to greatly improve the nomadic life of a freeman!

Seeing that Hawke didn't seem to be planning to give up his prey, Pamir pulled out the mace hanging from his waist and smashed it on the ground, shouting a little arrogantly:

"Don't be stupid, this is already the northernmost end of the clan territory, even giants will not patronize this extremely cold place, no one will come to rescue you!"

"Damn it... here it is!"

Looking at the mace studded with sharp copper blades, and those Pamir's accomplices who were staring at him, Hawke could only pick up the fat rabbit at his feet, and threw it towards Pamir.

Looking at the plump snow rabbit at his feet, Pamir couldn't help but licked his lips, then greedily continued to coerce:

"If you want to return to the clan alive, just relying on a snow rabbit as 'blood money' is not enough to redeem your humble life!"

Blood money is a very old tradition among freemen. Any freeman who accepts other people's blood money cannot harm the other party for any reason.

This blood money can be gold, silver and jewelry, or you can use your own children as collateral, which is similar to the "guest etiquette" of the nobles in the south.

But the difference is that blood money is used to exchange lives...

Seeing that Pamir was still unwilling to let him go, Hawk angrily pulled out the bone blade and dagger from his waist and reprimanded loudly:
"You've got my rabbit, aren't you satisfied?"

"Hehehe, these are not enough to change your life, but if you can hand over the dagger in your hand, then maybe I will consider letting you go back."

"Don't even think about it, I challenge you in the name of the gods, if you have the ability, come to me for a duel!"

Hearing that Pamir actually hit his abacus on his dagger, Hawke's eyes were filled with anger immediately, and he pointed the dagger at him.

This is the last relic left by his mother, even if he dies, he can't let a scum like Pamir get involved!

Seeing this, the savages who were still watching around immediately became interested, and put down their spears one after another and joked to Pamir:

"Come on, Pamir, this will be a glorious duel in the eyes of the gods!"

"You are still wearing iron armor. Would you love a young man who has just learned to go hunting?"

"Hahaha, if you really accidentally capsized in the gutter, don't expect us to avenge you."

……

Hearing the constant ridicule and sarcasm from his companions around him, Pamir pretended to look at the young man on the snow with disdain, but he was already thinking about how to avoid the battle in his mind.

He was able to survive until now, not only relying on his powerful martial arts and excellent armor, but also because of his cautious attitude towards life.

This is the land beyond the Great Wall, which can be said to be the least suitable place for human habitation in the entire world.

In this barren land where there is a lack of medical treatment, any simple wound or ailment, as long as you don't pay attention to it, will evolve into a terrifying disease that kills people!
He wouldn't risk injury to fight a young man for an iron dagger that could only be used for dissection and division.

If he could really rely on the strength of the crowd to make Hawke obediently hand over the iron dagger to him, then of course he would choose to accept it more respectfully than obediently.

It's a pity for the young people now~
Everyone is so angry, and they don't know how to properly preserve their own strength in this land of eternal winter.

The society of free people does not pay attention to fighting and killing, but the sophistication of the world!

Picking up the fat snow rabbit weighing more than ten kilograms from the ground, Pamir
"Forget it, for the meat of this snow rabbit is so tender, I won't care too much about you this time."

"Hahaha, Pamir, when did you become such a coward, I remember you already... um!"

puff~
The sound of a sharp knife piercing into the flesh suddenly came from the rear of the line, and the free folk fighters raised their weapons vigilantly and looked back:
I saw that the chest of the freeman who spoke earlier had been pierced by a strange ice pick, and the dark red blood was condensing into ice crystals and falling to the ground along the ice spikes spit out from the other's chest.

Everyone was frightened by this sudden scene. Pamir even subconsciously looked up at the top of the forest after confirming that there were no enemies around.

Could it be that this unlucky guy was stabbed to death by a congealed ice pick?
Just when everyone was confused by the sudden casualties, a white light suddenly flashed in the distance, causing Pamir's expression to change drastically.

Even with his many years of combat experience, he could barely see a sharp ice cone flying towards them, so fast that he couldn't react at all, and only had time to shout:
"careful!"

"Ugh!"

It's a pity that the warning was still a step too late, and another freeman soldier next to him also stepped into the footsteps, and was pierced through the chest by a sharp ice pick.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't care less about the previous grievances between the two sides, and they began to look for bunkers to escape.

Seeing that the two corpses on the ground were covered with hoarfrost under the influence of the ice cone, Pamir retracted his mace angrily, then drew out his short bow and asked:

"Did you see clearly who we attacked, who dared to attack us so boldly?"

"Over there, there is a white-haired man wearing black iron armor, and it's still heavy armor. It seems that we are going to get rich!"

Looking at the slowly approaching figure in the distance, the only archer holding a horn bow excitedly placed a feathered arrow on the bowstring, and then aimed at the black figure.

Although the freemen did not have the concept of private property, and they all robbed each other of their items by force, they still had the priority to kill prey.

As long as he can kill that weirdo, he can take possession of that armor!

Thinking of this, the archer took a deep breath, then held his breath to make the arrow more stable, and fixed his eyes on the target.

Peng~
Under the gaze of everyone, the arrow from the string turned into a black shadow and shot straight at the strange white figure in the distance.

Everyone, including Hawke, was praying secretly, watching nervously as the arrow hit the strange man holding the ice pick spear, sparking a spark.

No defense!

The weirdo looked down at the white marks on his armor, touched the armor with his hoarfrost-stained hands, and then continued to walk towards them with the ice spear in his hand.

Such a strange scene made everyone present feel chills in their hearts, as if their blood was about to coagulate.

Looking at the increasingly clear pale face, Pamir suddenly recalled the rumors passed down by the clan elders in his mind, and couldn't help shivering in fright:
"Could it be... is it the white ghost in the shuttle?!"

As the figure got closer and closer to everyone's bunker, everyone witnessed the terrifying white monster:

The black and reflective armor is constantly changing colors along with the tall and haggard body, and the complexion is as pale as a frozen corpse, which looks so strange.

What frightened them even more was the pair of blue eyes that burned as coldly as ice for thousands of years!
Those eyes are far bluer and deeper than any human pupils, as terrifying as they can penetrate people's hearts, like blue stars.

Although Pamir and his companions didn't know what it was, they could be sure of one thing:

That guy is definitely not human!

"Shoot the arrow, don't let him approach anymore!"

"Pay attention to the heavy armor he's wearing, and focus on shooting him in the head!"

"I'll use his skull as a bowl!"

……

The savages let out passionate roars one after another. It seemed that such passionate roars could make them feel that they were living creatures.

The 'White Ghost' silently looked at the surrounding humans who pointed their bows and arrows at him, and murmured in a hoarse old saying in the air:

"Too few...need more soldiers..."

Before he finished speaking, several arrows were aimed at his head, obviously not giving him time to continue thinking.

Looking at these feeble arrows, a touch of human disdain flashed in the eyes of the 'White Ghost', and then waved the ice spear in his hand to block in front of him.

slam-la-

Several arrows were knocked down in the air in an instant, and then the 'White Ghost', not to be outdone, raised the ice spear in his hand and threw it out.

Come but never go indecently!
The savage hiding behind the tree trunk hadn't had time to celebrate his escape, and then he saw in horror that the wooden stake in front of him was pierced directly, and the ice spear pierced through his body with undiminished power.

Even the brave savage couldn't help trembling after seeing this scene, and shouted to Pamir in horror:
"This guy is indeed the legendary 'white ghost'? It's not something we can fight against!"

"Get out, Pamir, or we will have to explain everything here today!"

Looking at the terrified eyes of the compatriots around him, Pamir also knew that the fighting spirit in their hearts had been exhausted, so he could only grit his teeth and say:

"I don't care about that much anymore, retreat, if that guy is really the legendary 'White Ghost', I must disclose this news to other people in the clan!"

After all, Hawke, who had already left with the rabbit, ran directly to the hunter's path in the distance.

And the others obviously didn't intend to stay here and wait to die, so they had no choice but to leave the bodies of the three companions behind and fled to the distance following Pamir's footsteps.

Taking advantage of the escape, Pamir turned his head to the rear, but only had time to see that the 'white ghost' did not choose to catch up, but looked at the corpse of his companion.

But he can't take care of that much anymore, the most important thing right now is to run for his life!

(End of this chapter)