It's certainly not true to say one isn't envious of this Snow Mane.
But circumstances are stronger than people; even though Taylor Camp has crossed the boundary, Bruce currently neither has the energy nor the strength to deal with it.
Not only can he not meddle, but he also must avoid any contact with Taylor Camp at all costs.
In fact, according to what Thomas said before his death, the relationship between Taylor and Harper's camps had always been fairly decent.
But times have changed, and Harper is now extremely weak.
Once outsiders notice the true situation, their fate will be out of their control.
After understanding this, Bruce's expression calmed down as he continued to observe the crowd.
At this moment, the group from Taylor Camp had reached the side of the Snow Mane.
"Tsk-tsk, this looks like it weighs four or five hundred kilograms; we're in for a fortune."
"Enough to last the camp for two or three months."
"The leader used three hundred kilograms of Cold Beast Meat to trade for a bow at Rogel Camp. Some of you were against it, but now you see the bow's power, right?"
"Alright, stop the chatter, move it quickly. This is Harper's territory. It won't be good if they find us later."
The sharp commanding voice from earlier was clearly that of Taylor's leader.
As soon as he spoke, everyone immediately fell silent.
Then one person stepped forward, ready to pull out the arrow lodged in the Snow Mane's eye.
However, just as he grasped the arrow, a sudden change occurred.
The Snow Mane, which had been lying motionless, suddenly flipped over.
The Snow Mane flipped so fast that the man was caught off guard and didn't even have time to let go.
He was lifted directly into the air.
By the time he tried to let go, the Snow Mane had already charged forward, smashing him into pieces.
That's right, it didn't send him flying; it shattered him directly in mid-air.
"This beast actually played dead."
"Retreat quickly!"
"Everyone withdraw, scatter and run, quickly!"
Despite their terror, the people of Taylor Camp reacted quickly.
Especially the leader with the sharp voice, who instantly decided to have them scatter and escape.
The crowd immediately followed his words, scattering in all directions.
However, they were too close to the Snow Mane.
After shattering one person, the Snow Mane didn't pause and charged fiercely toward the first person who had spoken.
At the same time, it tilted its head, baring its bloodthirsty jaws at the second person who spoke.
A long, icicle-like tongue suddenly shot out from its mouth.
Splurt…
The tongue was as fast as lightning, incredibly sharp, and nearly in an instant pierced through that person.
Piercing through the person wasn't the end; the tongue even turned in mid-air, racing toward the leader of Taylor Camp.
"Leader, watch out!"
The leader was fleeing for his life and didn't have time to check behind him.
Not far from him, two people who noticed the leader was in danger charged toward him almost without hesitation, shielding him from behind.
The only person from Taylor Camp with a knife was among them.
He used his knife to block Snow Mane's tongue at just the right moment.
Clang.
Seeing that the blade withstood the tongue, the man immediately let out a sigh of relief.
However, the tongue quickly maneuvered around to his right side.
With a swift loop, it pierced through another person who wasn't holding a knife.
"How long is this beast's tongue?"
The man with the knife roared indignantly.
"Shut up, fool, no one makes a sound, this beast is already blind, retreat slowly, keep silent, and it won't find us."
But the sharp voice immediately yelled angrily, interrupting him.
The leader clearly saw the key point and reacted quickly.
Unfortunately, the man with the knife was really too close to Snow Mane's tongue.
Snow Mane's tongue had already wrapped around the man with the knife before striking the second person.
Once it achieved its second target, the tongue suddenly softened and swiftly turned to the left, like a moving rope, wrapping around the man with the knife's neck.
The man with the knife seemed to realize something and quickly threw the heavy knife in his hand towards the leader.
The next second, accompanied by Snow Mane's low roar and exertion, the man's head fell directly off his neck.
This terrifying scene sent a chill through everyone's hearts.
As the leader caught the knife in the air, seeing his subordinate's tragic death, he was extremely angry but suppressed his emotions, not daring to make any sound.
The others, like him, stood silently, not daring to utter a sound.
Under the Ice Tree, a deathly silence enveloped the area.
And at this moment, Bruce, hiding in the trees, didn't dare to move.
He even breathed cautiously, not daring to be careless.
It's important to know that everything that happened occurred in the blink of an eye.
Originally, he was ready to come down once they took away the prey.
Who would have expected that in just a few moments, Taylor Camp had already lost three people?
This Snow Mane not only has a strong vitality but also terrifying strength.
More importantly, its cunning nature is extraordinarily beast-like.
Not only does it play dead to feign weakness, but it also knows how to lure enemies into a trap.
It hadn't moved at all until the two archers appeared.
And this Long-tongue Snow Mane is only a low-level Cold Beast.
How powerful and cunning must the mid-level and high-level ones be?
At this moment, Bruce realized why only Rogel Camp near Redwood Ridge has a proper Hunting Team.
While Harper and other camps can only assemble Axeheart teams.
Swish…
Just as he was reflecting on this, the sound of an arrow slicing through the air suddenly emerged in the snowy night.
Bruce looked up.
The arrow struck a large tree fifty meters away, and the immense force shook the ice shards off the tree, creating a louder noise upon hitting the ground.
The Snow Mane, drawn by the noise, bounded a few times in place before charging towards the source of the sound.
Bruce immediately understood and looked down at the people from Taylor Camp.
Sure enough, it was another archer hiding in the distance who had shot the arrow.
Once the Snow Mane moved away, the people from Taylor Camp quickly fled wildly to the west, not even bothering with the corpses on the ground, obviously in a state of utmost panic.
The Snow Mane, finding nothing under the tree, soon turned around and came back to the Ice Tree.
Its nostrils were still seething, its limbs pounding the ground from time to time.
Clearly, its fury had not fully subsided.
Bruce at this moment didn't dare move, even though the Snow Mane had lain down under the tree unmoving.
He didn't dare check it out.
Sure enough, half an hour passed, and the Snow Mane suddenly raised its head.
Even though it had no eyes, its ear-turning and body-turning movements showed it was using its hearing to judge the surroundings.
Bruce saw this and felt profoundly relieved that he hadn't moved earlier.
The Snow Mane stayed for a while longer before crawling back to the Ice Tree.
Its climbing speed was slow and even a bit clumsy, but after finding a sturdy branch, it lay on it, gradually blending in with the ice crystals on the tree.
And Bruce, even after an hour, still didn't move.
It's not out of fear, as the Snow Mane is very likely asleep.
Leaving now wouldn't be much of a problem.
But leaving just like that, Bruce felt somewhat unwilling.
From its last tree-climbing movement, it wasn't hard to see that this Snow Mane, after a bout of ferocity, was already in very poor condition.
Moreover, its two eyes were blind.
That's four to five hundred kilograms of Cold Beast Meat.
If he doesn't take this chance, Bruce would undoubtedly feel at a loss.
But judging from the Snow Mane's strength and cunning earlier, seizing the opportunity wouldn't be an easy task.
The three dismembered corpses from Taylor Camp lying on the ground were clear evidence of that.
Bruce pondered for a long time and suddenly thought of something, his eyes lighting up.
Even though it was almost certain that the Snow Mane was asleep.
When Bruce climbed down from the tree, he still tried to be as quiet as possible.
Upon reaching the ground, he first moved cautiously toward the south.
He stopped only when he reached a large oval stone, two or three meters in diameter.
After observing the surroundings, Bruce dug a man-sized pit in the snow with his bare hands beside the stone.
After digging it, he lay down to test the size.
Once confirmed okay, he walked fifty meters away from the stone and took out a piece of black stick he'd been carrying on his back.
This was certainly not an ordinary small stick.
Small Torch: Each fire heap burning 10 units of wood can generate one of these, portable, with a strong attraction to the Cold Beast.
He took it before heading out, unexpectedly proving useful.
"Whether it works or not, it all depends on this thing!"
Bruce glanced back at the Ice Tree, inserted the Small Torch into the ground, then took out a Fire Stone and struck it twice hard; immediately, sparks flew.
The white tip of the Small Torch caught the sparks and ignited at once, raising a crimson flame over half a meter high, identical to the flame that had burned the Deceitful Monster in the cave earlier.
The moment the flame rose, Bruce dashed swiftly toward the stone.
Once next to the stone, he quickly crawled into the pit he dug earlier, then used his hands to shovel the surrounding snow onto himself, burying himself completely.
When fully covered, he left only his eyes exposed above the snow, starting to observe the torch without moving.
Bruce still trusted the system's items.
After all, the scene of that Mimicking Monster being burnt, wailing in pain, still lingered in his mind.
But how strong the attraction of this flame was to the Cold Beast, he was not entirely sure.
Would that Snow Mane be drawn in?
Bruce's question was soon answered.