After successfully driving off the enormous Icefield Mammoth Herd and killing a lone adult mammoth, the Patrol Hunting Squad and the soldiers from Outpost 05 looked at the carcass, which was as big as a hill. Along with their excitement, they faced a happy dilemma: how were they going to get this giant back?
The mammoth must have weighed dozens of tons. Hauling the whole thing back on a vehicle was simply out of the question.
"We'll have to butcher it here and take back the most valuable parts," Wang Deshui ordered helplessly. This was standard practice for hunting in the wilderness. With oversized monsters, they could usually only take the choicest parts.
The soldiers and warriors brought out specialized alloy saws and knives and began working around the mammoth's carcass. They struggled to peel away its thick, armor-like hide, carefully sawed off the energy-rich tusks, and cut the finest cuts of tenderloin and the heart into pieces. The rich smell of blood soon filled the cold air.
(Inner thoughts): Tsk, what a job. Still, with all this good meat, sweating a little is worth it! That hide's so thick, though. It looks nice and warm, but it must be a pain to process.
While everyone was busy "breaking down the carcass," the scout on watch suddenly sounded the alarm:
"Attention! A wolf pack spotted to the northeast! About thirty of them, closing fast! The leader is... Primary War General!"
Everyone immediately went on alert and grabbed their weapons. A pack of lean, gray-white Snow Wolves appeared on a distant snowy slope, their eyes glowing green. They had obviously been drawn by the strong smell of blood. At their head was a burly Wolf King, its fangs bared and its aura as fierce as a War General.
(Inner thoughts): *Hey!