This is the second time I've seen them scare away wild boars this way, and I'm really curious about what kind of animal's call it is.

It's unbelievable that it possesses such great magic, enough to frighten a herd of wild boars that had already decided to leave into this state.

When I watched TV before, I knew that some indigenous people were good at imitating animal sounds to attract or scare away animals.

But the most I've heard are imitations of lions and tigers. And even if it's an imitation of a tiger's roar, it might not work on a wild boar that's already grown to the size of a tiger.

It's worth noting that sometimes, if wild boars are cornered by tigers, they can fight back fiercely.

Wild boars are no joke with their sharp, outward-facing tusks and powerful impact. When they go berserk, their charging force is only slightly less than that of bison, but their snouts shoveling during acceleration can cause secondary damage.

This seemingly insignificant arch could very well shatter the opponent's ribs, rendering them unable to fight.

Clearly, the animal that Dante and his companions were imitating was another animal that I had never seen, or more accurately, had never heard call from.

I believe this thing's combat power is definitely no less than that of ferocious beasts like the Short-faced Bear.

Even though I had already overestimated these guys' combat power, I was still taken aback when I saw them in person during my trip to the West.

That's when I realized that beasts like the Short-faced Bear were no different from kittens in front of them; they were the kind of creatures that could be killed with a flick of the wrist.

The pigs continued to run towards the gate, but Dante had already closed it, so how could they possibly escape?

Having been frightened by the roars of the beasts, they no longer had the courage to charge at us and could only anxiously circle around in place.

"Everyone, shine your flashlights two meters away from the ground, and don't shine them directly on the wild boar."

At that moment, I shouted. Directly shining light on the wild boars would make them uneasy, causing them to panic and run around more, which would be detrimental to Dante's shooting.

Dante translated what I said to everyone, and immediately everyone shone their flashlights downwards at a point one meter away from the wild boar.

Without the flashlight beam, the wild boars were indeed much quieter. Although they were still moving around, it was a significant improvement compared to before.

Dante wasn't going to let them get away with it. The light reflected from the ground still allowed him to see the wild boars, and as long as he could see them, Dante was confident he could hit them.

"Whoosh!"

The first dart, infused with anesthetic, pierced the air and struck the largest adult female wild boar in the herd.

Perhaps because the female wild boar has thick skin and flesh, this pain is like a mosquito bite to her, not painful or itchy at all.

Dante remained confident in his skills, not even glancing at the boar, and quickly loaded a second poisoned dart, charging it up and firing it again.

With a soft hiss, the sound of the blowgun piercing flesh, the second one was also hit.

Then came the third, the fourth, and so on until the last one; Dante never stopped throughout the entire process.

He was like a semi-automatic rifle, hitting a target every time he pulled the trigger, the speed at which he hit the target depending on the speed at which he reloaded the bullets.

Soon, all the wild boars, now afflicted with tranquilizer darts, began to stagger and wobble on the ground as if they were drunk.

However, by this time their bodies were no longer under the control of their brains, and they could only dart around erratically, turning left and right.

One of the wild boars, weighing about 300 pounds, actually wandered into the large pit we had dug, which saved us the trouble of lifting it into the pit.

The juice made from this unidentified fruit was extremely potent. Within moments, all the wild boars collapsed.

The wild boar was still conscious, but its body was immobile. It could only stare at us in terror with its eyes, which was quite similar to being paralyzed by a ghost.

These guys are all quite heavy, so let's put the two lighter wild boars into the pit first.

The remaining three were too heavy for us to catch, and because they made a lot of slippery mud around their bodies while running away, we couldn't even grab them.

In the end, we had no choice but to go into the village with flashlights and find two logs.

Then, by digging a trench, two logs were passed under the wild boar's body, and little by little, they worked together to pry its body towards the pit.

After a lot of hard work and sweat, we finally managed to get the last three wild boars into the pit.

Dante carried the antidote, which was made by crushing and grinding the kernel of this strange fruit into powder.

I had Dante administer the antidote to the wild boars so that when they woke up, they wouldn't have breathing difficulties caused by the anesthesia.

Since we don't understand the dosage, such general anesthesia may also affect the diaphragm muscle, leading to breathing difficulties.

I'm not worried about them being able to climb out; this pit is at least 1.5 meters deep.

Of course, if they could evolve a primate body structure like ours and use their upper limbs to their advantage, they might be able to climb out of the pit.

About half an hour later, the wild boars that had been unconscious gradually stood up.

Although they are still a little dizzy and unsteady on their feet, at least they don't have to worry about dying. The side effects of this anesthetic are relatively minor, and they will be able to fully recover in a while.

After a whole day of running around, plus digging holes and catching wild boars, even the strong locals were starting to feel the strain, and they were all yawning.

I asked Dante if he wanted to take a bath, but Dante said he was too lazy to do so and that he was too tired today and would just lie down and get a dry shampoo later.

Hearing him say that reminded me of a dry cleaning scene, so maybe I should find another room to sleep in.

No one showered today; maybe they wanted to retain a bit of their masculine scent. But I couldn't fall asleep with my body sticky and sticky.

After washing myself with water from the large water tank in the village, the sticky sweat on my body was finally washed away, and I felt much more refreshed.

Since the pit where the wild boars were kept wasn't far from our lodgings, I took a shower and went over to take a look.

After struggling and resisting for a while, the wild boars inside seemed to realize that they could not escape the pit that imprisoned them, so they gave up struggling.

Perhaps because they were tired, they were all lying quietly at the bottom of the pit. The adult sow was fast asleep and snoring.

Tomorrow's task is quite heavy, so I need to rest early today in order to get the brine as soon as possible. I lifted the straw curtain of the house and crawled inside.