On the ice fields of the Alps, strong winds roared past with ice debris, and the sky and the earth were covered in gray.

In the winter when blizzards are raging, this place is not suitable for travel. Unless you want to be a death ice sculpture for the appreciation of the demihuman tribe that thrives on the blood rocks in the north on the other side of the mountain range.

But, everything has surprises.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The animal skin boots fell on the thick snow, blending into the cold wind with a slight and lonely note.

It was a cautious figure, carefully looking at the surrounding snow, as if looking for something.

From the still green face, it can be seen that he is not very old; the two eyebrows extend towards the hairline, thick and flamboyant, the strong nose bridge and deep eye sockets make the squinted eyes look very deep. The whole body is covered with gray and white beasts

The leather cloak made him stand out in this iron forest, but a few strands of bright red hair playfully protruded from the animal skin hood, flying wildly in the cold wind, revealing his identity.

Apparently, he's Chris Eaton.

In the territory of Viscount Eton, there is only one person with bright red hair.

At this moment, he stopped in front of an iron tree covered with snowflakes, squinting his eyes and staring at the snow layer ten meters away.

There were a few pellets of excrement there.

Half-covered by snowflakes, it had long been frozen stiff by the extremely cold weather and was crystal clear.

However, from the oval shape and the color of the ash, it is easy to tell that it was born in the stomach of the snow fox.

Chris stared at the few excrement particles for a while, until he was sure they were correct, he slowly bowed and backed away.

As he moved, the hem of his cloak fiddled with the snowflakes, covering the footprints on the snow.

He did it carefully.

It took him half an hour to reach only about fifty steps.

The effect is worth it.

Even if the best hunter from the demihuman tribe comes, they will not think that anyone has stayed here before.

Chris retreated to the foot of another iron tree and quickly dug out the snow with his hands, digging out a snow pit that could accommodate him to lay down.

He was going to bury himself.

Before lying down in the snow pit, I didn't forget to take out a small bag from my waist and sprinkle the gray powder inside evenly on my body.

These gray powders are a mixture of beast feces, carrion, and blood-stained sand. They have a slightly fishy odor, which can completely mask the smell of the body and clothes, and make some beasts with a keen sense of smell think that they are being hunted and eaten here.

The remains of uneaten beast carcasses.

The strong wind is still raging.

As time went by, the snowflakes falling from the sky and the ice hanging on the iron branches accumulated more and more on the snow layer where Chris was hiding, finally completely covering up the human traces here.

From a distance, there is nothing unusual about the iron tree.

If you look closely, you will find a black and yellow bone emerging from the snow, which looks like the remains of a beast that has been ripped out of the tip of an iceberg by the cold wind.

In the Alpine winters when food is scarce, beast carcasses are valuable.

It is a merciful gift from God that can only be encountered but cannot be sought; it does not require much physical effort or hard work to get enough food to survive the winter.

At least, that was the case for the owner of the red beady eyes a hundred meters away.

That's a snow fox.

It is not the most powerful beast in the snowy area, but it is the most difficult prey to catch.

Its sensitive sense of smell allows it to easily detect danger approaching; its long, narrow and light body is like a snow elf walking without leaving a trace in the snow. Even the cat people of the demihuman tribe are best at hunting.

Dare to boast of being able to hunt with complete confidence.

At this moment, it was lying on the snow with its limbs together, staring at the bone with its iconic scarlet eyes.

From the look of those red eyes, it is not difficult to see its desire for food.

But the motionless body, the nose that sniffs lightly from time to time, and the two ears that twitch slightly are still cautiously catching possible dangers.

I do not know how long it has been.

The snow fox moved.

After all, it is still reluctant to part with the food given by God.

In other words, the beasts that survive in this snowy land know that every meal requires all their efforts and lives, so it is not surprising that they have to take risks this time.

It relies on the strength of its limbs to move slowly on its knees.

The two pointed ears sometimes move forward and sometimes sideways, listening for unknown dangerous sounds.

one meter...

Three meters....

Ten meters......

It moved very slowly until it was about fifty meters away from the iron tree where Chris was buried. Then it suddenly straightened its body and ran with all its strength. Its four legs with thick fleshy pads did not make any sound on the snow layer.

The sound and figure were also extremely fast, leaving only a white shadow in the snowy field.

It must be said that it is very alert.

Even when faced with the remains of a beast, he still tried to take a bite as he rushed past to maintain speed and energy, in order to still have a chance to escape when unknown dangers came.

It's just a pity.

When it grabbed the bone, a human hand suddenly pulled out from under the snow, strangled its neck, and pressed it to the snow and twisted it hard.

Click~

Accompanied by a very slight sound of bones colliding, the light in the snow fox's scarlet eyes quickly passed away, and finally settled into a dull gray color.

"call......"

Chris climbed out of the snow pit and took a deep breath.

He shook his hands and feet and moved his body. After the stiffness and poor blood flow from being buried in the snow for a long time were relieved, he picked up the snow fox and left with a face full of joy.

This is the second snow fox he has hunted this winter.

When he gave the fur of the first one he hunted to his grandfather Old Henry as a shawl, Old Henry said that snow fox fur was very precious and had no market price in the human country, so he asked him to keep it for his grandfather, whom he had never met.

Feildang greeting gift.

So he spent a lot of time in this ice field and finally hunted the second one.

Yes, Chris will be nineteen in just over a month, and it's time to embark on the road to the south.

This was his grandfather Henry Sr.'s decision.

There are two reasons.

First, the Viscounty of Eton has long been isolated from the north, with a population of less than 20,000. Old Henry hopes that the most talented member of the family, Chris, will go out to see the vastness of the world and the mountains beyond the mountains, instead of being trapped here and becoming a

The frog in the well.

On the other hand, there is no soil for strong men to be born in the Viscounty of Eaton.

In the human world, there are only three stages of division of power, namely warrior, peak warrior and strong person.

A warrior is someone who can wield a sword.

Apart from mastering the art of combat, a warrior is no different than a farmer.

The peak warrior is a person who can vaguely touch the threshold of the strong state, but cannot break through the shackles due to various reasons such as lack of talent, lack of opportunities, or physical injuries. People who can become the peak warrior are in the human world.

One in a hundred, they are the pillars of the empire's major legions and the foundation of each family's self-defense.

As for the so-called strong, they are people with extraordinary strength.

Just like a butterfly emerges from a cocoon and gains a qualitative transformation, a strong person breaks through the shackles of the power of the species, can easily lift stones weighing thousands of kilograms, run faster than a horse, and can realize the power given by God through sacrifice.

Today's human demigod is actually a strong man.

It's just that his power has exceeded the scope of humans. In order to show respect and surrender, people were called "demigods".

Of course, the shackles are not so easy to break through.

Of the 10,000 people who can touch the threshold of the realm of the strong, not even one can step into the realm of the strong. They are truly one in a million.

Even one in ten thousand.

The reason why a small number of people fail to succeed is because they are not talented enough, and nine out of ten people die directly in the process of making a breakthrough.

Breaking out of the cocoon~

Transformation and rebirth~

If it cannot be broken or changed, it means there is no new life, and the result is only death.

Therefore, in today's human world, there are only forty strong people known to the world. Counting the hidden trump cards of some families with deep foundations and the monks in the complicated world, there are no more than a hundred people.

However, there are traces to follow if you want to step into the realm of the strong.
To be continued...