This time, Lin Chen didn't return to the temporary camp, but went straight back to his shelter.
Even if those two arrows didn't kill the Musk Ox, they definitely injured its windpipe, or at the very least, its spine.
He didn't believe a creature with its neck pierced through could continue to move and eat in this cold weather. Death was only a matter of time.
He wasn't as resistant to the cold as a Musk Ox. He had been hungry all day and needed to replenish his energy, otherwise it would be impossible to complete the physical labor of hauling the prey.
Back at the shelter, he extravagantly pulled out all the remaining mutton, cut it into suitable pieces, and tossed it into the iron pot to stew.
A Musk Ox weighs three to four hundred kilograms. After removing the bones, fur, and whatnot, you're still left with nearly three hundred kilograms. Besides the usual gallbladder, adrenal glands, and spleen that need to be discarded, all the other internal organs are edible.
