Chapter 576: Snow Monster

"'Stealth'?"
Sluder's face changed suddenly, and without thinking, he raised the magic crystal shotgun, and pointed the muzzle at the chest of the mysterious man. He asked sharply, "Who are you, what do you want to hide in here!"
"Slood, don't be impulsive!" Hakang quickly pressed down the shotgun in his sister's hand and smiled apologetically at the mysterious man sitting against the stump floor. "Friend, how are you?"
"not too good."
The man's answer was short and low, giving an indifferent impression.
The snow covered him, he could not see his face clearly, and he could only judge from his voice.
"My name is Logan Walsong, from the Asa tribe in Shizhu Town, these two little guys are my son Hakon and daughter Sluder," the middle-aged man first reported himself from the door, and then to the mysterious People asked, "Friend, what do you call?"
"Joan Vida, from Delin Town." The young man replied.
"Delin Town? What is this place? I haven't heard of it. How far is it from Shizhu Town?" Ha Kang asked curiously.
"If you're referring to the town of Shizhu in the foothills of Fangya, sir, it's too far." The teenager's voice finally showed a touch of emotion. "My hometown is south of the colony of Alfheim."
"The great jungle of Yalf! Wow, that is indeed a very distant place. I'm afraid it will be two or three thousand miles away from our Midgard area!" Hakan whistle exaggeratedly.
"Wait! Haven't you found out yet? This kid is a colonizer!" Slood raised his shotgun again and looked at Joan with a bit more hostility.
"Okay, Slood, don't be so rude." Logan glanced at her daughter displeasurely. "Only the old and stubborn in the family will remember the past hatred, not to mention the hatred of our Walsinger tribe. The colonizer of Midgard, this younger brother is from Yalfheim. Even if he is a descendant of the colonizer, he has no hatred against us. Don’t be prejudiced against others."
"Whether the colonists in the north or the colonists in the south are all robbers running to our aboriginal lands? There is one that is not a good thing!" Slud said bitterly.
Joan heard that the Assa girl was deeply resentful of the colonists from the old continent, frowning slightly and silently.
In his hometown, he often dealt with the Asa natives and became good friends with the Kandy family of the Powatán tribe.
In fact, in the entire Yalfheim area, the relationship between the Asa indigenous people and immigrants is generally harmonious. Anyway, the boundless jungle and the vast wilderness are enough to accommodate the migrant population.
Indigenous people bought industrial products that they could not produce in the towns established by the colonists, and the colonists learned from the indigenous people the techniques of hunting and cultivating the unique crops of the New World, such as corn, indigo, and tobacco. Even intermarriage is not uncommon. Neither immigrant towns nor indigenous tribes will be discriminated against.
But in the north, in the Midgard colony, the situation seems to be different.
Joan can tell from Slood's attitude that the local Asa indigenous people are very disgusted with immigrants, and it seems that they have deep grievances with the colonists of Meadgard. As for why this is the case, Joe Ann is unknown.
Now he didn't have time to inquire deeply. The roar of the white-haired monster has been heard on the hillside. The top priority is to repel the bloodthirsty predators.
Logan and Hakon also heard the roar and hurriedly removed the magic crystal shotgun from behind and loaded the bullets.
At the top of the hillside, where Joan fell yesterday, a white-haired snow monster stood upright, wielding double boxing to beat his chest, and made a thrilling howl.
Logan and his son calmly raised their guns and aimed at this guy who stood and roared in a demonstration, almost simultaneously pulling the trigger.
The gunshots sounded, and the white hairy monster at the top of the mountain burst into two scarlet bloodspots in the throat and abdomen, and wailed and fell down the hillside.
"Haha! Snow monsters are snow monsters, always so stupid!" Ha Kang shook his head and sneered.
"Don't care, there are four snow monsters catching up!" Logan Shensheng reminded his son.
Sure enough, four white figures appeared on the hillside. Perhaps it was to see that the companion was sniped and learned a lesson. All four snow monsters buried their heads deep, their limbs fell, and their hands and feet moved together. They ran down from the top of the mountain.
Snow monsters grow with white long hairs all over, only facial hair is relatively sparse, naked brown skin color, and when they bow their heads, crawling on the ground, the white snow provides them with a natural cover, human eyes It is difficult to distinguish this group of white-haired monsters crawling at high speed on the snow.
Logan and Hakon fired one after another, but both bullets fell through. He hurriedly retreated to the stump and prepared to pull out the knife while filling the bullets.
Slough stood beside Joan, watching the snow monster that was approaching quickly, and asked with a cold face: "Yanke, do you still have the strength to protect yourself?"
"can."
"Really?"
Slood looked at the handsome boy who looked only 13 or 14 years old. The weak look of the other side made her a little worried.
"If you are not bragging, it is best to find a safe place to hide! Wait a minute, we will have no time to take care of you!"
"Broken leg and can't go."
Joan looked down at the crippled legs, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Leg...broken leg?!"
Slood was sympathetic and annoyed to see the shabby splint and bandage bandage on his leg.
"Then you said you have the ability to protect yourself? Bah! It turns out to be a'Leather King'!"
"Broken leg, hand can move." Joan defended in a low voice.
"Hah! I think you can still move this mouth!" Sluid gave him a dismissive glance, "Yankee, tell me, can you kill the snow monster with your mouth?"
Joan thought slightly, raised his head, and answered seriously: "No mouth, but eyes."
Every word he said was a big truth, however, God was just talking to death...
"God, I'm so fed up!" Slued whimpered, almost mad at him.
Joan's face was inexplicable, and she didn't understand which words offended her, so annoyed.
Although he couldn't understand why Sluder was so angry, Joan had no intention of asking. He was not good at dealing with strangers, and the other party came to rescue him after all, even if his temper was not good, and his attitude was a little rough. Does not prevent him from being grateful.
At this time the four snow monsters had been overwritten from the top of the mountain, only a hundred feet away from the stumps that Joan and Logan had kept.
Both Logan and Hakon realized that there was not much room left for them to shoot, hurriedly hit the empty magazine, knocked down the snow monster that rushed to the front, then immediately decisively dropped the shotgun, pulled out the Sabre, and prepared for close combat !
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