I'm very close to these wildebeest now, and to avoid them seeing the sheen of the oil on my face, I'm burying my head as much as possible among the dense foliage.

Through the dense foliage, one could see that the herd of wildebeest were still grazing peacefully, and there was nothing unusual about their surroundings.

Great, the first step has been successful. The shooting distance here is just right to kill one of their wildebeest.

I slowly took out the crossbow from my back, drew the bowstring to its full length, and placed a golden arrow into the arrow slot on the crossbow frame.

My eyes were fixed on the wildebeest that were slowly moving across the grassland. Now all I needed to do was choose a suitable prey.

At this distance, regardless of size, an arrow will kill them all. However, I don't intend to shoot those behemoths that weigh around a ton right now.

It's not that I dislike having too much meat; it's just that, like I said, only if I can take all of this meat home can it truly be mine.

The wild boar and the Titanoboa were the best examples. Apart from some scraps and two hides, everything else benefited the predators in the jungle.

Instead of going through all that trouble, let's be practical and get as much as we can. We shouldn't let the animals we've worked so hard to hunt fall into the hands of other predators.

After careful selection, a young takin came into my view.

This cub doesn't even look like a sub-adult yet, and its horns are much shorter than those of other adult wildebeest.

Even such a young beast has horns that are a terrifying length of twenty to thirty centimeters, enough to kill most wild animals with a single stab.

The cub weighs approximately 400-500 pounds, similar in size to the wild boar that the Titanoboa hunted.

My crossbow was already aimed at the cub when it turned sideways towards me as it grazed, its entire body lying horizontally in my field of vision like meat on a chopping board.

I focused my attention and placed my finger on the Xuan Blade, then seized the opportunity to pull the trigger.

"Whoosh!"

With a sharp whooshing sound, the young takin, unaware of what was happening, felt as if it had been suddenly bitten by something.

It cried out in fright, and this cry caused a huge stir, startling all the wildebeest.

Almost instantly, all the wildebeests converged on this side, forming a semi-circular horn formation that protected the old, weak, sick, and disabled wildebeests in the center.

They looked warily towards the spot where the arrow had just flown. Their hearing seemed quite good; the arrow's whistling sound was rapid due to the short distance.

They were able to maintain their formation and accurately determine the enemy's location in the first instance during such a surprise attack.

This shows that these takins have a strong ability to survive, and their organization is even higher than that of bison.

But no matter how keen their hearing is, they probably never dreamed that one day they would encounter a ranged opponent like a crossbow.

Furthermore, they wouldn't even notice an arrow, leaving them bewildered. Their companion was clearly injured, yet they saw no predator nearby.

The young wildebeest that had been shot was now surrounded by the wildebeest herd.

Although I can't see the young wildebeest's condition at this moment, I think that since its lung has been pierced, death is only a matter of time.

As I expected, a long, mournful bleat came from the central area surrounded by wildebeest. It seemed the arrow wound had flared up, and the person had died on the spot.

Some of the wildebeest were alarmed, thinking that predators had appeared among them. Many wildebeest turned their long horns to face their backs, but still looked bewildered.

Apart from the young takin that had already collapsed and died, there wasn't a single predator in sight.

They seemed to have seen a ghost today; many of the wildebeest began to exert all their strength, wildly butting the bushes and grass with their large horns.

It seems they want to find the predators hiding inside.

Many slender shrubs were directly intercepted by these one-ton behemoths, and everything within their sight was now a target for attack.

Seeing this scene filled me with dread. Fortunately, I had the foresight not to risk my life to test their kindness, and I climbed the tree beforehand to ambush the cub.

If I were shooting at that wildebeest cub from the ground right now, I'm afraid I would have become the target of their concentrated fire.

If those meter-long, sharp sword-like horns were all poking me, I'd be covered in bruises.

However, I think the red part should make up the largest proportion.

If I could drink another glass of water, I would be surprised to find that my body not only bleeds, but also leaks water.

Just then, Top looked very nervous at the bushes ravaged by the wildebeest herd, and was about to let out a howl to release his emotions when I quickly covered his mouth.

"You little brat! You want to get me killed? You weren't this scared when you were fighting the Sand Beast alone before."

I whispered a reprimand to Top, making a shushing gesture to signal him to be quiet.

Seeing this, Top's tense expression gradually eased; this guy sometimes just liked to act crazy. However, Top still obeyed me unconditionally, trusting that my judgment could handle the current situation.

We are in a favorable position now. Those big, dumb creatures don't seem to have the intelligence that matches their size; in fact, they behave somewhat like bison.

The same goes for bison; if they can't find a predator, they'll imagine one. Sometimes, when lions that attack them climb trees to escape, the bison, unable to climb up, vent their anger on passing warthogs.

The phrase "getting shot even when lying down" couldn't be more fitting for those unfortunate animals attacked by them.

But this is good, I was worried that these wildebeest might also have some intelligence like the sand stags.

It seems I overestimated them; they were just a bunch of strong brutes.

Don't be fooled by their current aggressive demeanor and the tense atmosphere they create. Like the bison, once they've expended their brute force, they'll leave satisfied.

In their view, the predator could not possibly survive under their sharp horns and hooves, even though they did not see the predator's carcass.

But their atrophied brains believed that one of their own wildebeests must have killed the other.

While waiting, I tied one end of several pre-prepared hemp ropes to the tree and let the other end hang down to the ground. These ropes will be very useful later.