Snowflakes drift~ the north wind howls~
Such harsh weather, logically, is unsuitable for outdoor activities.
But in the winter at Great Slave Lake, light snow is already considered good weather.
Therefore, the contestants ventured out, and the animals erged from their hiding places.
Roland was trudging through the snow, and soon, he made a discovery.
"Look, in the valley ahead, there are a few white rabbits that look like Arctic hares. If you don’t look carefully, in these white-out conditions, it’s hard to spot them."
Roland’s hunting experience is quite extensive.
Before coming here, he learned how to find rabbits from professional snowhare and Arctic hare hunting guides.
Valleys are a favorite spot for rabbits to stay.
Roland paid particular attention to the valleys.
His efforts paid off; after scanning valley after valley, he finally found the rabbits.
Roland climbed to the ridge on the side of the valley, giving him the advantage of shooting downward.
Roland drew his bow and released.
With a swoosh, the rabbit was hit, leaping violently before plunging into the snow.
A few drops of crimson blood spilled onto the snow, resembling the tragic beauty of winter plum blossoms.
Roland, a rough man, didn’t appreciate such things.
He strode toward the rabbit, as the rest of the rabbits had already been scared away, making further ambush pointless.
Moreover, Roland was not skilled at rapid fire.
Holding an Arctic hare in his hand, Roland felt quite content.
At least tonight, he wouldn’t need to eat that damned berry again.
Just as Roland was feeling pleased, about to hum a little tune.
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a dark shadow on the ridge on the other side of the valley.
It’s huge!
What is that?
A black bear?
Roland’s lips curled into a smile. How wonderful it would be to encounter an outgoing black bear!
The at from a single black bear would be enough to fill him up, and provide food reserves for days!
But clearly, encountering a black bear was difficult now.
When Roland moved along the ridge to the side of the shadow, he finally saw the whole figure clearly.
A musk ox!
Not a herd of musk oxen, just one!
Roland’s heart leapt and started to pound fiercely.
Musk ox!
The largest prey on this land!
Is there a chance to hunt it?
Roland thought quickly, scanning his surroundings.
Indeed, no musk ox herd!
Oh my God!
I thought encountering a musk ox was the peak of my luck, but there turned out to be sothing more!
A lone musk ox!
Thinking this, Roland’s heart began to race.
If it were a herd, Roland would definitely turn away now.
But this is a solitary musk ox.
A hunting opportunity!
Roland made a swift decision on the spot; he intended to take down this musk ox!
Without much thought, Roland picked up his bow and arrow.
The musk ox seed a bit agitated; clearly, it had sensed the presence of another animal nearby.
Once the musk ox felt the area was no longer safe, it would quickly flee.
So, speed was essential!
Roland moved fast, bending his bow and fitting an arrow, releasing it!
Whoosh!
The arrow streaked over the snow and struck the nervous musk ox precisely!
As the arrow pierced the musk ox’s abdon, blood trickled down the arrow and onto the snow.
The musk ox felt the pain and instinctively looked back at Roland’s hiding spot.
Roland wasn’t one to hide.
He walked out swiftly from his hiding place, setting down the bow and picking up an axe and dagger.
This ti, he brought a lot of tools with him.
The musk ox, seeing Roland, channeled its pain into fury.
With a low roar, a large burst of white steam shot out from its nostrils.
It charged at Roland.
"Bring it on!"
Roland’s lips twitched, his legs slightly bent, his waist arched, lowering his center of gravity.
He watched the musk ox’s charging path, waiting until it was about three to five ters away.
Roland jumped swiftly to the right.
Easily evading!
The musk ox, realizing it missed, stopped slowly.
Large puffs of steam continued to escape from its nose and mouth; the musk ox was not in good shape.
A lone musk ox usually has so issue.
This one’s problem was that it was too old!
Its stamina had plumted, its body functions not what they used to be.
After one charge, it lacked the energy to continue this two-footed tussle.
Plus, the wound from the arrow kept tearing and ripping, enlarging the wound, as blood continued to flow.
The musk ox had no fighting capacity left against Roland.
It didn’t turn around, continuing forward.
Roland, seeing the musk ox, guessed its condition.
He almost laughed out loud!
This cursed luck!
After spending half the ti in this god-forsaken place, my luck has finally turned!
Yet, the more at ease one is at monts like these, the easier it is to et with adversity.
Roland deeply understood this.
He slapped himself to calm down, keeping close to the musk ox, not letting it run far.
Hearing footsteps behind it, the musk ox turned to look at Roland.
Seeing this, Roland imdiately backed off.
The musk ox gave no chase.
It continued forward, but Roland followed again.
Such a standoff couldn’t result in anything.
After thinking for a while, Roland started using the dagger and axe to expand the musk ox’s wound.
With these tactics of continuous exhaustion, the musk ox gradually lost control over its body.
About thirty minutes later.
The musk ox stopped; it couldn’t move any further.
Roland put his axe on his back, took out the dagger.
He began circling the musk ox.
The musk ox, surrounded and panting heavily, had now beco a fish on the chopping board, with no chance of struggle.
While circling, Roland seized on the exposed flaw of the musk ox.
He charged swiftly to the side of the musk ox, accompanying with a shout, fiercely plunged the dagger along the musk ox’s rib.
Whoosh!
Blood stread down the dagger’s groove, spilling onto Roland’s hand.
After landing the strike, Roland retreated quickly.
By the ti the musk ox turned to face Roland, he was already ten ters away.
This rogue tactic left the musk ox utterly hopeless.
With a lanting bawl, the musk ox collapsed heavily.
Roland laughed heartily, striding towards the musk ox with his axe.
He seed to recall sothing, swinging the axe, aiming at the musk ox’s head.
A great amount of blood sprayed, this axe severing the blood vessels in the musk ox’s neck, ending its life.
"Ah!"
Roland held the axe high, shouting and venting loudly.
This survival, he had prepared for so long!
After his encounter with Chen Wen in the Sonora Desert, Roland had been honing his survival skills at ho.
When the competition started, with bad luck initially, Roland felt imnse ntal pressure.
Looking at the massive musk ox, Roland’s lips curled into a grin, slicing open the musk ox, he dug out the heart, cut a piece.
Chewing the raw at, feeling the juices and blood flow down to his stomach.
Now, the ga truly begins!
Roland flashed a proud smile at the cara.
"This ti, the championship is within reach!"
With Roland’s determined voice, his ranking on the show’s leaderboard proudly reached just below Chen Wen at second place!
...
"At such a critical mont, Roland hunted a musk ox. Tut-tut, Lady Luck has finally favored him!"
The head guide said, full of emotion.
Hearing this, Greg shook his head slightly.
Luck?
Perhaps yes.
But more was due to Roland’s skill!
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