I Herd Gods in Another World

On the wilderness, a dozen scarred wild boars are supporting each other to move forward.

The wild boar in the lead was the most seriously injured, half of his face was exposed, and his fangs were all broken.

There are several wounds on the chest, which cut the muscles deeply, and it seems that the beating heart inside can be seen.

Blood flowed from the wound, and the stench wafted far away.

On the wilderness, the smell of blood is deadly.

Behind these wild boars were several huge beasts, which looked like wolves, but their tails were like snakes, and at the end was a snake's head that kept spitting out letters.

If Qin Muyun was here, he would definitely call this animal a snake-tailed wolf, just like he named a bristle mouse, which is easy to remember and appropriate.

These quilboar have no habit of naming wild beasts, but they know that they will be torn apart and eaten by these snaketail wolves in a short time.

Without the protection of the tribe, these remnants and defeated generals could not get out of the wilderness alive.

Now there are only a few snake-tailed wolves, and the smell of blood continues to waft, and soon more and more terrifying beasts will be attracted. Some beasts only need one claw to smash the strongest wild boar into a pulp.

They are not afraid of death. From birth, they understand that survival in the wilderness is very difficult, and almost every hunting has the death of their clansmen.

The wild boars can accept death calmly. In their view, death is just a return to the kingdom of the giant python around the world. As long as the train is still traveling in the wilderness, their souls will never lose their way.

But this seems to be a luxury for them.

They disobeyed the orders of the gods, so they were expelled from the group.

Since he was a child, the wild boar man has been instructed by his parents to hold the weapon in his hand tightly, and he must hold it firmly. Letting go of the weapon means death.

But during yesterday's hunt, a huge beast suddenly broke into the wild boar's encirclement. This beast was ten times bigger than the strongest wild boar.

No wild boar can survive a round under the attack of this beast. Every time it swings its claws, a wild boar will be torn apart.

If they were prepared at the beginning, they could still try to maneuver around, but now the formation has been completely disrupted, and all the wild boars fell into fear and could only turn around and run away.

You don't need to outrun the beast, just outrun your companions.

The wild boar with only half a face left originally ran very fast, faster than the others. But before he ran far, he suddenly found that his son was not keeping up.

Turning around, he saw that terrifying beast rushing towards a wild boar with white hair on its head.

This is his son. Every day when he wakes up, he has to stroke the white hair on his head to feel at ease. The son said that this was a blessing given to him by the gods, and it was his unique talent, and he would definitely be the patriarch of the tribe in the future.

But the dream was shattered, and any time the beast's claws fell, the ambitious young quilboar would be a corpse.

As a father, he couldn't just watch his son die under the claws of wild beasts, but he ran too fast just now, and now it's too late to look back.

At this moment, he forgot the rules instilled in him since he was a child.

You can't leave the weapon, it means death, but for the sake of his son, he is willing to accept the punishment of death.

He threw out the heavy stone ax with all his strength and flew towards the beast.

Even though he had never tried throwing an ax to attack in his life, this was the first time he felt surprisingly good. The stone ax spun rapidly and smashed hard on the corner of the beast's eye.

The beast's eye sockets were splashed with a large amount of blood, and it let out a painful roar. Most of the strength of its claws disappeared. It failed to tear the young wild boar in front of it, but it also brought him a few bloodstains.

The thrown stone ax seemed to be a kindling, and the blood blasted from the corners of the beast's eyes was explosives, which exploded in the hearts of some wild boars.

The explosion made their minds buzzing, and the fusion of blocked wisdom and will to survive made these wild boars temporarily forget the orders of the gods.

Unarming is death?

It is clearly false, letting go of their weapons and untying their shackles can save the clansmen from death.

The second quilboar threw the weapon in his hand at the beast.

Wooden sticks, stone axes, and all kinds of heavy weapons were thrown like a gust of wind and rain, and fell on the huge beast.

Due to its size advantage, the wild boar will be torn apart by its claws or directly knocked into the air, but when the heavy stone axes and wooden sticks fly from afar, the huge size of this beast becomes the best target .

The beast, which was originally invincible, howled and rolled in an instant, and then fled in embarrassment dragging its heavily injured body.

It was a great victory, never before had such a beast been repelled so easily.

However, the other wild boars were not happy, but looked at the group of heroes who repelled the beasts with fear and disgust.

"They broke the rules and threw their weapons!"

"They are blasphemers who will bring disaster to the tribe."

"Even if the beasts are not repelled, they will only suffer heavy casualties. Blasphemy will destroy the whole family."

"And what he just saved was his own son, but my son is dead!"

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These resentments began to spread, and finally all the wild boar who threw their weapons were expelled, including the rescued wild boar boy.

This is already the best result, because under normal circumstances, those who blaspheme will be executed immediately.

But the tribe suffered heavy casualties, and they had no strength to execute them.

After all, blasphemy can be done, who knows if they will resist when they are executed?

There were more than 30 wild boars who were expelled, but when they were expelled, even their weapons were confiscated.

Having lost their weapons, they were attacked by wild beasts several times, and now only thirteen wild boars are still alive, and all of them are exhausted.

These snake-tailed wolves saw the weakness of the wild boar and followed behind them all the time. These cunning beasts will not take the initiative to attack, they will only wait for the wild boars to collapse, and then swarm up and eat them.

The leading wild boar was the first warrior to throw out his weapon.

He is also the most powerful of the group of wild boars, but at this moment he also feels that he will not be able to hold on any longer.

But at least, before dying, go to that train.

Ask the great god why he cannot let go of the weapon in his hand.

This is blasphemy, but it has been blasphemed once anyway, and it doesn't matter if it is done once more.

With this in mind, these wild boars walked along the railway until they smelled a strange aroma.

It is the aroma of roasted meat. Although they usually eat raw meat, they are no strangers to the smell of roasted meat.

Annual celebrations, as well as the change of tribal leaders, have bonfire barbecues.

This smell lifted the spirits of all the wild boars. No matter what was roasted, they all wanted to have a bite before they died.

The body seemed to be aroused to its final potential, and the walking speed of these wild boars suddenly accelerated, making the snake-tailed wolves following behind hesitate.

If the wild boars don't fall down, then this group of snake-tailed wolves will be unlucky. After following for so long, they won't be able to eat meat, wasting energy for nothing, and wasting energy in this wilderness is a fatal mistake.

The wild boar naturally ignored the thoughts of these snake-tailed wolves, and walked towards the direction of the fragrance with all its strength.

It didn't take long for the group of wild boars to see ten suns hanging high in the sky.