However, as I said before, I have no intention of killing these wildebeest; I just want to drive them away.

This way, the carnivores lying in ambush nearby will have no target and will leave with the wildebeest.

I soaked all ten or so modified blowguns in concentrated salt water. When the arrowheads pierced their bodies, the intense stimulation of the concentrated salt water made them writhe on the ground in pain, trying to get rid of the blowguns.

At this point, the blowgun will break off directly from the area where the fish scale pattern is carved, remaining completely inside their flesh for continuous high-output damage.

I don't know what it feels like to rub salt on the surface of a wound, but the constant irritation from cotton soaked in concentrated salt water inside the wound is no different from heating a rusty, headless nail until it's red-hot and then hammering it into the body.

What's worse is that you can't pull it out of your body because the nail's cap has already been removed.

I handed the finished blowgun to Dante, who would then need to shoot it accurately according to my instructions. For Dante, who was already an expert at blowguns, this task was naturally perfect for him.

We returned to the spot where we had spotted the wildebeest, and to prevent them from going berserk and running amok, we climbed up the nearest tree.

Then, the heavy, panting sounds of wildebeest could be heard coming from the forest, accompanied by a strange noise.

At first, we were also puzzled as to what was going on. Could it be that some predators had finally decided to attack the wildebeest?

But when I climbed up the tree and saw those wildebeest again, my forehead was covered with a black line.

It seems we were too lenient; they've gotten a bit bored lying here and started learning from the island nation's people and making action movies.

However, their stake-driving skills were rather poor; the bull antelope was finished in no time with a shudder. Then came the second, the third…

It seems this guy is working really hard to carry on the family line. Given the intensity of this kind of work, it's understandable that he'd finish quickly.

I spat. Damn it, we've been waiting outside for you to leave so we can use the salt spring.

You guys are something else. I could tolerate you sleeping here after you've eaten and drunk your fill. But you got bored while sleeping and started doing this kind of thing in broad daylight.

So you're completely disregarding us, huh? Fine, I'll make you feel like you're flying in a minute.

I can now conclude that the bull wildebeest filming an action movie in front of me is the leader of this herd of wildebeest. Once I get it under control, the rest of the wildebeest will scatter.

I pointed to the bull antelope that was about twenty meters away from us and said to Dante,

"Dante, see that guy driving the train over there? Is it safe to hit it from this distance?"

Dante didn't answer my question immediately; instead, he asked me with a puzzled look on his face.

"Sir, what does 'driving a train' mean?"

"Hi hi!"

I coughed twice, taken aback by Dante's remark, and then quickly changed the subject.

"Dante, don't worry about these trivial details. Are you confident you can defeat it?"

"I think there's absolutely no problem with that, sir!"

Dante answered with certainty, indicating that this distance was far from the limit of his abilities.

"But sir, will this salt we're using kill that creature?"

Dante knew that this was what we had been eating all along, and was clearly skeptical about using salt to kill an animal.

"No, no, my friend. We don't need to kill it. Just make it feel pain, and it will leave."

Those beasts will leave with them, but the blowgun I gave you will double the pain.

Dante nodded. He didn't quite understand the concept of doubling yet, but he knew what I meant, so he asked...

“Being hit by one of these blowguns would be extremely painful, wouldn’t it, sir?”

"Yes, Dante."

“Oh, I see. I have a way to make it suffer more, and it will definitely leave here immediately.”

"What method do you intend to use, my friend?"

"I'm going to shoot one of its eggs!" Dante said confidently, facing a distance of twenty meters.

"hiss!"

Hearing these rabid words, I gasped in fright.

I have absolutely no doubt that Dante has the skill to do this, but before I even started, I already felt as if the silver bell on my left side had sensed something in advance.

A dull, throbbing pain traveled along the nerve endings in my groin all the way to the central nervous system in my brain.

My brain reacted, and my body involuntarily trembled at that moment.

"Sir, are you feeling cold?"

Dante, who was standing nearby, clearly felt me ​​tremble slightly, and asked me a question out of curiosity.

"Don't worry about the details, I just need to pee. Let's get started so we can go relieve ourselves."

I continued to stubbornly deny it, but this damned sense of empathy made me shift my gaze slightly to the side, trying my best to avoid seeing that shocking scene.

Dante nodded; he hadn't seemed to aim much at that distance of twenty meters. Then, he gathered his strength, puffed out his cheeks to the limit, and blew a powerful breath into the blowgun.

"Whoosh!"

I felt that the sound of it cutting through the air was so violent, carrying the scorching salt water, and flying towards the oval-shaped egg in the distance with an indomitable momentum.

This was a moving target, no doubt. All I can say right now is: Awesome!

Immediately I heard a series of ghostly howls coming from afar. The sound was like the broken voice of a palace eunuch who had been castrated halfway through his castration, turning from yang to yin.

This time it wasn't just the tingling sensation of an electric current running through the body; it was like having a high-voltage cable of tens of thousands of volts directly shoved into the bull antelope's manhood—it was incredibly pleasurable.

However, there's no need to worry about it getting infected, because I've already disinfected it with saline solution beforehand. It's just that the process might cause a little bit of irritation.

The combination of arrow wounds and salt water magic attacks was too much for even the strong and robust Great Horned Wildebeest, who began to roll on the ground.

Just as I suspected, it wanted to remove the blowgun from its body. More specifically, it wanted to remove the blowgun from its eggs.

But these blowguns aren't so easy to remove. The moment it exerts its force, the blowgun breaks off inside. Now it's even more frantic, and the continuous output makes it rush forward recklessly.

They remained where they were, leaving behind a group of bewildered wildebeest watching their leader charge forward.