That night, they cut a few pieces of raw meat from the corpse and then sprinkled poison powder into the meat.

It’s strange that after sprinkling poison powder, the raw meat exudes an attractive fragrance.

The mountain snail wrapped the meat with a few wide leaves and put it in his arms.

The next day, the slaves in the cave went out to log wood as usual. The population of the jackal tribe reached 50,000, and the amount of firewood needed to consume every day was astonishing, and these slaves needed to continuously cut down.

The mountain snail walked to a big tree and smashed it bit by bit with stones. The process was very difficult.

His location was on the verge of the slaves cutting down trees, and there were only two jackal tribe warriors guarding these dozens of slaves, so he always wanted to escape.

Two jackals ran around the woods, turning a blind eye to the existence of the slaves, and they were thrilling in the snow.

After Shan Luo waited for the two jackals to come, he quietly threw out the pieces of toxic powdered meat from his arms.

The meat was raw meat, and it was covered in his arms, without freezing, and emitted a faint smell of blood.

This smell cannot be smelled by people, but the jackal has a very smart nose. It is like a pot of stinky tofu in the distance, and you can smell it from a distance.

The two jackals ran over there quickly. They sniffed the pieces of meat and found that the pieces of meat were particularly fragrant. They opened their bloody mouths and ate the pieces of meat.

Shan Luo saw the jackal eating the meat with his own eyes. Then he smashed the stone hard on the tree a few times, attracted the eyes of other slaves, and then nodded quietly to them.

After all the slaves got the signal, they became nervous. They held the stones in their hands tightly, and were ready to escape at any time.

"hold head high……"

Not long after the two jackals finished eating their meat, one of them suddenly screamed and then fell to the ground and kept twitching.

The second jackal fell to the ground quickly, baring its teeth, with fierce eyes, and screaming wildly, trying to find where the enemy was.

But the fruit was so poisonous that they didn't last long, and their limbs were straightened, their mouths were foaming, and they died.

"What's going on?"

The two jackal tribe warriors rushed over there immediately. They had a deep relationship with the battle pet, but the battle pet seemed to be in trouble now.

"run!"

The mountain snail suddenly shouted, then threw the stone and ran into the forest as fast as possible.

The other slaves also ran away, and they ran in different directions. The warriors of the Jackal Tribe could never catch everyone quickly.

"Damn, they ran away, catch them!"

The soldiers of the Jackal Tribe looked at the two jackals and found that they were no longer saved. At this time, the slaves ran away again. They were frightened and angry, wishing to kill all the slaves immediately.

But the slaves ran in all directions. They hesitated for a moment and finally chose to catch the slowest ones.

The snow in the forest is very thick, but it has frozen together because it has been too long. There is only a loose layer of snow on top, which has condensed into hard ice underneath.

The mountain snail ran desperately and specifically ran to a place with dense trees. He didn't dare to stop because he knew that once he stopped, he would be caught back.

The screams of slaves came from behind him. Shanluo knew that some slaves were caught, which was the price they had to pay for escaping. Some slaves would definitely be caught or even killed.

Shansnails ran faster. As a former warrior, he was too familiar with the mountains and forests, more familiar than those jackal tribe warriors who had been living on the grasslands.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but there was no sound coming from behind. Until he could not run anymore, he found a hidden tree hole and drilled directly into it.

"Huff...huh...huh..."

Shan Luo was gasping for breath, and there was no one around him. He didn't know how many other slaves had run away, but he was sure that he had escaped.

After the mountain snails rested for a while, snow began to fall again in the sky. Snow like rice grains fell from the sky, as if someone had knocked over a rice jar in the sky, and it fell to the ground and "rustling".

It is a good thing to snow because it will cover up the signs of his escape. Even the jackal with a sharp nose cannot track him in the snowy weather.

Time passed by bit by bit, except for the sound of snow and wind, the mountain snails did not hear any jackals or humans.

"It's finally safe."

The snail slightly relaxed its tense nerves, but hunger followed.

He pulled out three roots of root-like plants from clothes made of weeds and moss.

It looks a bit like a purple potato, with a layer of purple skin outside. This is the food he dug out in the snow before, and he has never been willing to eat it.

He hesitated for a moment, then ate only one purple root and put the rest back on, because he didn't know when he would find new food in this vast snow.

After eating, the mountain snail leaned into the tree hole. The feeling of fatigue came. He curled up into a ball and fell asleep quickly.

A small tree hole is conducive to keeping warm. Although it is not as good as a house, it has a place to stay.

Shannail didn't sleep for too long because he had a nightmare and dreamed that he had a jackal and wolves caught up, were bitten to death, and then threw them into the fire and roasted.

Shanluo suddenly woke up, he looked outside blankly, and it took him a long time to calm down.

It was still very bright at this time and it was not so dark. Shanluo knew that he could not stay here, so he had to find a better place, otherwise it would be impossible to survive in the snow and ice.

The mountain snail drilled out of the tree hole, first observed the surroundings with caution, then continued to walk forward with deep feet and shallow feet, looking for a place to sit in the forest covered by heavy snow.

"I must survive, escape from this forest, escape from the central part, go to the southern wilderness, and go to the Mang tribe."

The Southern Wilderness without slaves and the rich and prosperous tribe have become his belief in living at this moment, and this belief can support him and keep moving forward.

He believed that since he escaped successfully, his luck should be good. Surviving on this dangerous land, luck is also very important.

People with good luck can live longer.

The mountain snail walked in the snow for a long time, and finally, he discovered a hole in the earth. He observed it carefully, but fortunately there were no beasts in it.

Shannail threw a few stones into the cave, and it was still quiet inside, and he finally felt relieved.

"Stay here for a few days first, find enough food, and then continue walking out."

Shanshu found a dead branch and used the method of drilling wood to make fire. He always needed to ensure that the fire could burn very vigorously, so that thick smoke would not be produced and would not be easily discovered.

Shannail was temporarily settled in this small earth cave.

However, other slaves were not so lucky.

When the jackals were poisoned to death and the slaves ran away, the jackal tribe was furious and sent many warriors and wolves to capture most of the slaves and brutally kill them to warn the slaves.

"Look at it carefully, this is the end of escape!"

After the Jackal Tribe killed these slaves, all the heads were hung up so that other slaves could clearly see them.
Chapter completed!