Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

On the shady south-facing slope, in a slightly flat, open area, several tender grasses had just sprouted from the remaining snow.

A robust male roe deer was working diligently, its ear tips occasionally twitching alertly as it caught every rustle of grass in the forest.

It had lived in this old forest long enough to know that the more springtime arrived and the more intense the danger lurking beneath the earth.

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot rang out without warning from the rocky hill a hundred meters away.

The male roe deer was startled and tried to leap away to escape, but it felt as if its hindquarters had been smashed by a heavy hammer, and the huge impact sent a trail of blood flying.

It let out a piercing scream, half of its body instantly stained red with blood, and dragging its crippled hind leg, it stumbled and crashed into the dense bushes nearby.

"go."

Zhao Shanhe lay prone behind the stone ridge and uttered a single word without expression.

A dark shadow that had been lurking beside him was propelled out as the gunshot rang out.

That's the Azure Dragon.

It ran very steadily on the snow and mud, using its amazing speed to constantly shuttle and block the way through the forest.

Whenever a roe deer tries to change course and squeeze into a blind spot, the Azure Dragon will appear in its sight with a stench, forcefully driving its prey in the predetermined direction.

The roe deer was terrified and desperately tried to squeeze into the narrow crevice in the rock below the ravine.

They were about to disappear into the pile of rocks.

Just then, a dark figure suddenly burst out from the seemingly empty crevice in the grass!

That's a black dragon.

It had been lying in wait for a long time, following Zhao Shanhe's instructions.

The nearly two weeks of hardship and hunger have brought about tremendous changes in its patience and physique.

The dog's former flabby body had been completely burned away, replaced by a body of steel-like muscles. The dog had lost a lot of weight, but its skeleton looked particularly ferocious.

It had been lying in wait for a long time, following Zhao Shanhe's instructions.

The moment the roe deer crashed into him, Black Dragon twisted his hindquarters sharply, like an open heavy-duty animal trap, cutting off the roe deer's path with remarkable precision in mid-air.

"Click!"

That was the sound of sharp teeth locking into the throat.

Black Dragon took a fierce bite, and using the momentum from the roe deer's charge, it swung its waist around the ground and flipped the hundred-pound beast onto its back on the snow.

The roe deer's legs were still kicking wildly, but the black dragon pressed down hard on its chest, a threatening sound like muffled thunder rumbling from deep in its throat.

Zhao Shanhe walked down the slope with steady steps, his footsteps crunching through the remaining snow.

He walked closer, looking down at the still-fierce black dragon, his voice cold and hard, without the slightest inflection:

"Relax."

The black dragon was still immersed in its bloodthirsty excitement, and the hissing in its throat had not stopped.

Upon hearing those two words, its bloodshot eyes suddenly narrowed, and its taut muscles seemed to be held down by some invisible force.

Without any hesitation, it removed the blood-stained mouth from its prey's throat and obediently retreated to Zhao Shanhe's feet.

The roe deer on the ground wasn't quite dead yet. Its shattered hindquarters kicked weakly in the snow, spewing out mouthfuls of bloody white foam and making a hissing sound from its throat.

Zhao Shanhe bent down expressionlessly and pulled out the "Broken Spine" hunting knife with a deer antler handle from his back waist.

The blade reflected a pale, cold light in the setting sun.

He precisely pressed down on the roe deer's forehead, and the tip of the knife plunged into the gap in the neck bone, his wrist twisting and turning with extreme skill.

"Click."

The roe deer, which had been convulsing, suddenly stiffened and then lay limply on the snow, completely still.

Zhao Shanhe didn't rush to get up; he deftly sliced ​​the most succulent part of the robe's hind leg with the tip of his knife.

With a "sizzle," the skin and flesh separated.

He cut off two pieces of still-steaming, bright red raw meat, with tendons and bones still attached, and casually tossed them behind him:

"Eat."

The moment the piece of meat hit the ground, the Azure Dragon, who had been crouching in the distance, simply took a step forward, slowly lowered its head to bite the meat, and did not rush to swallow it. Instead, it first cautiously scanned the surrounding forest before finally retreating into the shade of the trees to chew it with great care, its movements as elegant as a seasoned assassin.

But Black Dragon is different.

Its eyes had turned green from hunger over the past two weeks, and as soon as the piece of raw meat hit the ground, it pounced on it like a black lightning bolt.

But just as the tip of its mouth was about to touch the meat, the black dragon's movements abruptly stopped.

It first raised its blood-stained dog face and stared longingly at Zhao Shanhe's back. Seeing that Zhao Shanhe didn't turn around or make a sound, it dared to bite the piece of meat like a madman.

Zhao Shanhe ignored the two dogs and pulled out a leather flask full of strong liquor from his pocket. He tilted his head back, and the spicy liquor burned down his throat and into his stomach, causing a light sweat to break out on his skin in the icy old forest.

For nearly half a month, he stayed in the forest on the south slope every day, drinking snow when thirsty, eating smoked and dried animal meat when hungry, and even sleeping with the "Broken Spine" handle with a deer antler handle.

He could clearly feel that the air of officialdom and the smell of tobacco and alcohol that he had developed at the Red Star Factory had been completely blown away by the biting mountain wind. In its place was the tension in every muscle when exerting force, and the keen sense that could detect the stench of animals a hundred meters away.

My body has recovered to its peak condition.

He felt it was time to go see the mountain king.

"Snoring..."

In that instant, the black dragon crouching at his feet suddenly stopped licking the snow, lowered its forelimbs sharply, and let out an extremely suppressed hiss.

The Azure Dragon had completely blended into the shadows of the trees two seconds earlier, its cold eyes fixed on the huge blue stone at the top of the slope.

Zhao Shanhe squinted and followed their gaze.

On that flattened bluestone, there stood a shadow.

It was an old wolf with a silver-gray neck and a missing piece from its left ear.

It didn't rush to move, but instead looked down at the human who had skinned its brother.

Those eerie green eyes, in the gradually darkening twilight, exuded a chilling rationality.

"Old friend, we meet again."

Zhao Shanhe grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, hung the leather bottle back on his waist, and casually picked up the lever rifle.

Wolves are the most vengeful of beasts.

Especially the wolf king.

Last year in that narrow valley, Zhao Shanhe skinned the wolf in front of it and threw away the wild boar meat. Although this saved their lives, it also trampled the dignity of this proud wolf king into the mud.

For the past two weeks, these gray shadows have probably been coldly watching him from the depths of the forest, waiting for him to be alone, exhausted, or, like now, when he has just hunted a plump roe deer and is most relaxed.

This is revenge.