CHAPTER 438: CHAPTER 408: THE CURSED BEAST

Old Qiao might have noticed Mountain Eagle’s distrust, and he said with some dissatisfaction, "Do you think I’m lying to you?"

Mountain Eagle would never argue over such an insignificant matter with an older person; he shook his head and said, "I don’t think you’re lying to me. Many legends have a basis in reality, it’s just that sometimes the truth gets exaggerated through word of mouth."

Saying that, Mountain Eagle hugged Balang around the neck and forcefully rubbed its fur, smiling as he said, "For instance, Balang can understand what I’m saying. I believe your Big Dog can understand you too!

Maybe that person just raised a few mutated Alaskan dogs?"

After hearing this, Old Qiao shook his head and said, "My old friend would never mistake it; he is the toughest native hunter in all of Alaska, he couldn’t possibly confuse a wolf with an Alaskan dog."

Mountain Eagle, seeing Old Qiao getting somewhat agitated, said with a chuckle, "I always thought you were the best hunter in Alaska..."

Upon hearing this, Old Qiao laughed and patted his Big Dog on the head, saying, "I am the best hunter that Redick knows, but I’m old now, so naturally, I have more experience than the young people...

Moreover, nowadays we don’t hunt with spears like the natives did in the past. My shooting skills are excellent, so there’s no problem calling myself the best hunter."

Mountain Eagle was amused by Old Qiao. This old guy always had an air of ’I am the best hunter,’ but it turns out he was just boasting.

Who says foreigners are always honest?

Business flattery is everywhere!

Mountain Eagle really didn’t want to talk about the topic of werewolves, so he changed the subject, "Is your old friend also ’the best hunter’ because he is old?"

Old Qiao shrugged and said, "He is indeed very old, but if you asked me to choose the best hunter in Alaska, ’Razer’ would definitely be at the top!

When he was young, he once killed a brown bear with his bare hands, and five years ago that old fellow bagged the biggest moose in Alaskan history, which even made the news.

That old guy always hunts with bows and arrows and a hunting knife, never with guns or animal traps!"

"Razer?"

Instantly, Mountain Eagle remembered Shark from the Inuit of Sunset Mountain, who had excitedly talked about the legendary hunter Razer of the Arctic Fox.

Such people generally didn’t have identical names or duplicates!

Thinking of how he deliberately shook off Arctic Fox and came alone to Alaska to investigate, searching for clues about Black Fox, only to find he still couldn’t escape the influence of Arctic Fox...

The Arctic Fox truly consisted of strong individuals among strong individuals, it’s just a pity that Mountain Eagle now didn’t trust them, feeling there had been a traitor among them.

Old Qiao noticed the change in Mountain Eagle’s expression and asked curiously, "You know Razer?"

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly and then shook his head, saying, "Sort of..."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle saw the scenery ahead suddenly clear up...

Unwittingly, Quida’s speedboat had left the forest and entered into a vast wetland marsh area.

From Crow’s bird’s-eye view, it was a gigantic marsh that covered hundreds of square kilometers,

With numerous tundra islands scattered across the marsh like small isles, dividing the interior waterways into a super huge and complex labyrinth.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds and shone upon the endless marsh, golden sunlight, silver water light, and the green symbolizing vitality interwoven together, creating an indescribable serene panorama.

Alaska’s marshes are nothing like those in tropical areas; it’s more like wetlands close to the Arctic...

The sun shone brightly, the climate was cool, and the abundant water resources combined with suitable temperatures bred numerous shrubs and wild grasses, but without the dark, muddy, and humid sensation of southern marshes.

Compared to the southern marshes, it was more refreshing here, and compared to the low vegetation tundra of the Arctic region, the vitality in these marshes was much more abundant, with a greater diversity of animals roaming in the area.

Various wild ducks, ptarmigans, auks, swans flew up and down in flocks within the marsh, a spectacle hard to imagine for those who haven’t seen it.

As if intending to let Mountain Eagle appreciate the scenery a bit longer, Quida slowed down the speedboat upon entering the marsh.

As they passed by one island-like wetland, Quida suddenly pointed toward a clump of reeds and said, "Look..."

Following Quida’s pointing finger, Mountain Eagle saw a huge Moose curiously staring in their direction...

He had seen this kind of big fellow from an airplane when he was in Alaska, but he had never been so close to such a colossal creature.

In the past, Mountain Eagle’s impression of Moose was Santa Claus’s sleigh driver, and in reality, he had only seen some subspecies with sparse antlers in a zoo near Ha City.

It was only when he came face to face with these giants that Mountain Eagle realized that the scene in the movie Lord of the Rings, where the Elf King rides a Moose into battle, might have actually existed.

Nearly two meters in shoulder height, plus the height of the huge antlers on its neck and head, this guy must be over three meters tall without even standing on tiptoes.

This was truly a big fellow!

Mountain Eagle felt that the Moose’s body proportions were not great, its limbs looked a bit slender compared to its massive body, but when the big fellow dipped its head to drink water, the spread of its massive antlers was full of deterring power.

Seeing Mountain Eagle’s interested expression, Old Qiao smiled and said, "You have a hunting license, if you’re interested, you can hunt one. For many people, Moose antlers are a great collectible."