As the saying goes, there are three grades of mastiffs.
The third class is fiercer than the last, the second class is more ferocious but has its limits, and the first class is naturally imposing.
The lowest quality mastiff is one that only knows how to be wild and ferocious.
A second-class mastiff knows when to be fierce and when to be quiet.
A top-tier mastiff is one that commands respect without anger, is like a sleeping lion when calm, and thunder when fighting. It can subdue enemies most of the time without resorting to force, knows how to control itself, can observe and identify strangers as friend or foe, and most importantly, can be trained to obey all commands and instructions from its master.
Third-rate mastiffs are common, but top-rate mastiffs are extremely rare and hard to come by. Some people might never encounter one in their entire lives. If one could obtain such a mastiff in their lifetime, what would it matter if they spent all their money?
What rank do you think Sengge, the King of Tibetan Mastiffs, is?
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The commotion in the woods lasted for a long time, and even split into several groups.
The hounds remained steadfastly in the camp, never leaving for a moment.
Even after being reminded by Mastiff King Sengge, none of the hunting dogs made a sound.
During this time, Zhou Cong woke up and added a few more bundles of firewood to the fire, which had shrunk considerably. He seemed to hear some noise in the distance, but seeing that the hunting dogs were all peacefully in place, he crawled back into the tent and fell into a deep sleep.
The fire blazed up again, and the noise in the woods gradually subsided.
Just as Ah Huang and the Demon King were about to return to the campfire, a faint sound suddenly came from beside the stream.
The sound was extremely faint, but it still did not escape the notice of the two vigilant hunters.
Ah Huang charged ahead, followed closely by the Demon King, and Ashura, who could no longer contain himself, also jumped up.
Only the mastiff king, Sengge, after observing the formation ahead, stood still and quietly guarded the front of the tent.
It is the guardian of the grassland, a territorial dog, whose nature compels it to put guarding first at all times.
Ah Huang leaped across the stream, where the approaching wild beast was not far ahead.
Their movements were silent, but they still did not escape the hunting dogs' senses. Once discovered, they immediately chose to flee.
They were initially just curious about the bright red fire, but at the same time they also sensed the threat emanating from the fierce dogs.
These were a few curious wolves. By the time they arrived, the fresh python meat had already been devoured by other wild animals.
They were powerless to compete for food with those large creatures; their hunger and curiosity led them here.
However, the hounds' reaction speed surprised them; they were able to discern the opponent's formidable fighting strength from scent alone.
Wolves are inherently cunning and treacherous creatures; they won't fight a battle they can't win...
The wolf's swift departure caused the hunting dogs to halt their pursuit.
Ah Huang and the Demon King both stopped, looked at the pack of wolves that had disappeared into the forest ahead, and then turned back into the tent.
Ashura was somewhat unwilling. It had already stepped out of the camp and did not want to go back just like that. It wanted to explore further.
But when Ah Huang passed by, it barked at it. The reminder from its companion made Ashura alert once again. It had no choice but to follow it back to the camp.
The forest returned to calm once more, and the hunting dogs also calmed down, quietly lying down around the fire again.
Dawn seemed to be approaching, and a sliver of light gradually appeared on the horizon. The early morning was eerily quiet, and in this silence, the Demon King, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up.
Then Ah Huang suddenly stood up, and even the usually calm Mastiff King Sengge stood up at this moment, his shoulder hair standing on end, looking ahead and letting out a low growl.
The Demon King became restless once again, a move that surprised the other hounds.
This creature had always been the calmest, but at this moment, it was the most restless, pacing back and forth anxiously.
Once all its companions had gathered around it, the Demon King suddenly roared a few times and charged towards the forest ahead...
The Demon King's attack also spurred the other hunting dogs on; all the fierce dogs and hunting dogs rushed out after the Demon King, their mouths emitting deafening roars.
The noise startled the crowd awake, and the barking of the hunting dogs echoed through the forest, startling birds and beasts into flight.
The Demon King charged ahead, its pursuit seemingly aimless, yet a scent in the air seemed to be drawing it in.
The Demon King knew that following this scent would lead them to the creature, and Ah Huang and the other hunting dogs also caught the scent. The scent carried an extremely serious threat, making them restless and eager to find the creature as soon as possible…
In a few leaps and bounds, the hunting dogs had disappeared into the woods in front of the camp.
The people who had been awakened looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't understand what had suddenly happened, or how the hunting dogs had gone berserk and disappeared.
Chen Chongshan and Liao Bin were worried about the safety of the hunting dogs and wanted to go out with them, but Zhou Cong and Wu Kai stopped them.
"It's still dark, and the mountains are too dangerous. We'd better not leave here."
Zhou Cong looked at the mountains and forests ahead and said calmly.
"But the dog had already chased after it."
Xu Jiaming shouted anxiously.
"Dogs have night vision, and such a large pack of hunting dogs, unless they encounter a particularly powerful pack of wild animals, could even put up a fight against a South China tiger."
Zhou Cong replied, then took the gun in his hand: "If you're worried about the hunting dogs, try shouting now and call them back."
"Alright."
Liao Bin nodded, then walked outside the tent and called out to the forest in front of him, "Demon King, come back... Demon King..."
Seeing Liao Bin's actions, Chen Chongshan followed suit, walking up to Liao Bin and calling out, "Ah Huang... come back... Ah Huang..."
Chen Chongshan and Liao Bin's voices echoed in the silent mountain forest, the reverberations lingering for a long time...
The familiar sound couldn't escape the hunting dogs' ears, and Ah Huang was the first to stop.
Although the terrifying smell made it want to continue its pursuit, Chen Chongshan's shout brought it back to its senses; protecting its master was its most important duty.
The mastiff king Sengge also stopped. It suddenly realized that it was as if it were under a spell, wondering why it had suddenly chased after them like this.
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