After the barbarian left, the cave suddenly became silent. He looked up at the half-hell man, the human priest and the dwarf lying in the corner. Maybe he should also lie down and save his energy. Listening to the dwarfs in the corner whispering in his sleep, the elf sighed softly: "Maybe we, a team of adventurers composed of first- and second-level warriors, should not greedily penetrate deep into the wild continent... Greed is indeed the original sin that leads people to perish..."

Holding his legs with his slender arms, the elf held a gorgeous crescent emblem on his chest with one hand, and prayed to the guardian god of Corilon Larisin, whom he believed in.

Suddenly the sound of the cave entrance attracted the attention of the elves. He was surprised to see the oriental man who had been sitting there for three days, who had been sitting there for three days suddenly stood up, lifted off the animal skin that had been wrapped around him, stood for a while, and rushed into the heavy snow outside the cave!

After being surprised, the elf jumped up and chased after him. The strange oriental man suddenly appeared in the air outside the cave three days ago, and fell down and fainted. He was wearing a strange set of clothes, a small vest that had no sleeves and a pair of shorts with many pockets.

The young elf guessed that he was invaded by an enemy while sleeping in his bedroom, causing him to launch the "Teleport" scroll before he even had time to wear his coat. It was equivalent to committing suicide by running into the blizzard environment like this, especially when the magical art of "endurance of elemental damage" that the old priest blessed them yesterday was about to be lifted.

After running into the heavy snow that was almost invisible to the environment of more than ten meters away, the elf was surprised to see that the oriental man rushed towards a snow-white animal in the snow very bravely, laughing wildly, waving a rock of two fists in his hand, and swinging the rock in his hand like a windmill, while his mouth was roaring hysterically in a language that the elf had never heard before.

"When did he find that winter wolf?" The elf was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that this oriental man was a noble, because he looked fat and fat, and only the noble who had been pampering in his territory for many years would be as white and fat as him.

But it is such an Eastern human who doesn't look like a warrior or a spellcaster, but he discovers the winter wolf who has sneaked to the entrance of the cave first than the elf! Is his elves' perception talent that belongs to the elf has become rigid due to hunger?

It was too late to go back to get the bow and arrow. When the elf who had come back to his senses pulled out the dagger with him and was about to rush over to attack the winter wolf, the Oriental man walked back with a smile on his face, dragging the bloody tail of the winter wolf on his head, and holding the fierce weapon that left a shocking and fierce weapon in the elf's young heart - a bloody rock as big as a palm.

"Oh! Moradin is on!" The dwarf Fred, who came from the cave, looked at the blood-covered Oriental in surprise, shouting at the name of the main god believed in by the dwarves: "The magical Oriental, he actually killed a fierce winter wolf with a stone? This is impossible!"

The winter wolf is a large cold-type magic beast. The adult winter wolf is two meters long and 5 meters tall and has a height of one meter.5 meters on the shoulder. It is more appropriate to say that it looks like a wolf than to say that it looks like a little horse. An adult winter wolf requires at least a second-level warrior to kill it. This means that there is only one, but the winter wolf has at least 3 to 5 group magic beasts that act together. No level five-level warrior should not want to kill them.

The adventurer team of "Ale and Barbecue" is full of second-level warriors. Although the two melee fighters, Dwarfs and Barbarians, cooperate with the elf mage and half-hell archers, are enough to deal with a group of more than a dozen winter wolves, and a priest, is even less dangerous. However, a guy who looks like he has no combat power, neither a warrior nor a spellcaster, actually killed a winter wolf, and used a rock that can be picked up anywhere. Although he is just a minor winter wolf cub, his ferociousness can be compared with ordinary wolves.

"Hey! Oriental boy! It's a good job. You got this winter wolf and saved all of us! Save some food, maybe we can hold on until the end of this damn blizzard!" The dwarf stood on tiptoe happily, stretched his arms and patted the Oriental on the shoulder: "I knew that it was not a bad idea to save you from the snow and ice!"

Looking at the bearded dwarf who only reached his chest, the Oriental man pulled the corner of his mouth with a strange face and handed the wolf tail in his hand to the Half-Sheep man who had been cheering and cheering for a long time. Although he could not communicate with each other, the Oriental man who had been observing the members of the Adventure Team for the past three days obviously knew that the Half-Sheep man was the chef here.

At this time, the barbarian Sparagu, who came back with a big tree, opened his mouth wide in surprise: "You got a winter wolf cub from there? I walked around for a while and didn't even notice a soft mud monster!"

"Hey! Is this the great barbarian who we call ourselves the son of the wasteland and swears to tell us that we don't have to bring food as long as we are in the wasteland? Even an Oriental man feels sharper than you!" The half-hell man, who had been worried about the barbarian, quickly skinned the winter wolf cub with a knife on the snow beside the cave, while saring and saring.

The words of the Half-Green people made other members of the adventure team blush. They did not have a single Eastern noble who had strong survivability in the wasteland, which was really a blow to an adventure team that was ambitious to open up the wasteland.

However, the warriors who had been hungry for a long time had no intention of shame or considering how the Orientals, who seemed to have no combat effectiveness, killed this winter wolf cub. All they had in their minds was hot oil, and the roasted outside was burnt and tender inside, emitting an attractive smell of roasted wolf meat. Although the little wolf cub was a little smaller, their long-term empty stomach sacs made their combat effectiveness and vigilance less severe.
Chapter completed!