Mark and Carl spent a long and cold night in the ice cave. When the first ray of sunlight shone faintly into the ice cave through the cracks in the ice, both of them opened their eyes at the same time.
"We have to find some food." Mark's voice echoed in the ice cave, breaking the silence of the night. His stomach made a gurgling sound, reminding them that they had not eaten for a long time.
Carl nodded, he stood up and moved his stiff limbs. His eyes swept through the ice cave and finally fixed on the snow at the entrance of the cave. "We can try hunting."
Mark frowned, he knew that hunting in this environment was almost impossible. But he also knew that they had no other choice. "We have to find an open place so that we can find prey."
The two carefully cleared the snow at the entrance of the cave and drilled out of the ice cave. The outside world was silvery white, and the sunlight reflected on the ice surface, which made them almost unable to open their eyes.
They walked along the cracks of the glacier, hoping to find some small animals trapped in the cracks. But the ice field was dead silent, with no signs of life except for the sound of the wind and the occasional cracking of the ice.
"We have to search separately," Carl suggested, "so we have a better chance."
Mark nodded, and they decided to act separately, but keep in sight so that they could support each other at any time. They searched the ice field carefully, stepping on the solid ice with every step to avoid danger again.
As time passed, Mark became more and more anxious. His stomach growled with hunger, but he knew that they could not give up. He had to find food, otherwise they could not move forward.
Just when he was almost desperate, he found a series of footprints. These footprints were larger than any animal footprints he had seen before, and they were deeply embedded in the snow, indicating that the creature that left the footprints was quite heavy.
A surge of hope surged in Mark's heart, and he followed the footprints carefully. He knew that this might be their only chance. He walked along the footprints for a distance and finally found a trapped snow rabbit behind a huge ice.
The snow rabbit's hind legs were caught in the cracks in the ice, and it was struggling hard to escape. Mark felt a surge of sympathy in his heart, but he knew that they needed this snow rabbit to survive.
He approached the snow rabbit carefully, and then quickly stabbed its neck with the ice sword. The snow rabbit struggled a few times, and then stopped moving. Mark breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that they would not starve at least for the time being.
He brought the snow rabbit back to Carl's position, and Carl saw the snow rabbit and smiled. "Good job, Mark."
Mark took a deep breath, put the energy stone fragments in his palm, and then slowly guided the energy in his body to his palm.
His palm began to emit a faint light, and a warm force flowed out of his palm, gradually surrounding the pile of branches and broken ice. A moment later, a wisp of smoke rose from the branches, and then a weak flame jumped in the ice cave.
The firelight swayed in the ice cave, bringing them a little warmth. They skewered the snow rabbit meat on the ice sword and roasted it on the fire.
The aroma of meat gradually filled the ice cave, and Mark and Carl's stomachs growled louder.
In 4202, after a long period of evolution, the meat of snow rabbits was no longer suitable for human consumption.
Although the meat was a bit rough, it was their first hot meal on the ice field.
After eating and drinking, they began to prepare to set off for the volcano group. .
"We have to hurry up." Carl's voice broke the silence in the ice cave, "The volcano group is far away from here, we have to set off as soon as possible."
Mark nodded, put the last piece of rabbit meat into his mouth, then stood up and wiped the ice sword with snow. "Let's go."
The wind and snow on his ice field were still raging.
They followed the route on the map and headed towards the volcano group. The sunlight reflected on the ice surface, guiding them in the direction. They passed through the ice forest and crossed the ice hills, taking every step carefully, alert to any possible danger.
Suddenly, Mark stopped. His ears caught a hint of unusual sound, like the roar of machinery. He motioned Carl to stop, and the two listened quietly.
The sound was getting closer and closer, and Mark and Carl's heartbeats accelerated. They knew that this might be someone from the Rebirth Organization. They quickly hid in the shadow of a huge ice and watched carefully.
Soon, a snowmobile with tracks appeared in their field of vision. On the car sat several people wearing heavy cold-proof clothing, holding weapons in their hands, patrolling the ice field.
Mark and Carl held their breath, knowing that once they were discovered, they would be in great danger. They stuck tightly to the ice surface and tried to blend in with the surrounding environment.
The snowmobile passed by them, and the people on the car did not seem to notice them. Mark and Carl were relieved when the snowmobile left.
"We have to be careful." Carl whispered, "The people from the Rebirth Organization may already have a base here."
Mark nodded, his heart full of vigilance. They must be more careful to avoid falling into the trap of the Rebirth Organization.
They continued to move forward, but this time they were more careful and always alert to the surrounding environment.
Finally, after several days of hard trekking, they saw the outline of the volcanic group in the distance. The volcanoes are majestic and magnificent, with thick smoke billowing from the craters, as if it is the roar of the earth.
"We are almost there." Mark's voice was filled with excitement, he knew that they were one step closer to their goal.
Carl nodded, his eyes swept across the volcanoes, and finally fixed on the highest volcano. "That is our destination."