The intelligence of a normal adult wild boar is roughly equivalent to that of a three- to five-year-old child.
However, this wild boar king is clearly beyond the scope of the competition.
Its gaze even held a hint of human thought.
The canyon massacre three days ago kept flashing through its mind like a nightmare.
Gunshots, explosions, the screams of the pack, the muffled thuds of cubs being trampled...
It remembered how it smashed through rocks with its own flesh and blood, and how it escaped alive amidst a hail of bullets by feigning death, covered in wounds.
That day, the blood of its people stained the entire canyon red.
The boar king lowered its head and gently touched a scabbed-over gunshot wound on its foreleg with its snout.
A clear expression of pain appeared in its eyes.
Pain can help it recall more details.
Humans stand high above, indifferently pulling the trigger.
The pain of a bullet piercing flesh.
One by one, members of the clan fell.
The corpses of their kind were piled up like mountains.
Its breathing became heavy, and its fangs unconsciously scraped against the ground.
"Huff!!"
The wild boar king exhaled a puff of hot air and slowly stood up.
It wants revenge!!
It seeks revenge on those humans who killed its entire family and its kind!
Its massive 800-pound body cast a terrifying shadow in the moonlight.
The wound on his head had stopped bleeding, but the transparent membrane protecting his brain was covered with tiny cracks, like glass that would shatter at the slightest touch.
The wild boar king began to move along the familiar path, each step cautious and quiet.
In the past three days, it has figured out every animal trail and every cave where it can hide in this mountain forest.
When it reached a protruding rock on the ridge, the entire panoramic view of Sujiatun unfolded before it.
The wild boar king squinted and began to scan Sujiatun.
After three days of observation.
It has already identified its target for retaliation.
The house on the outermost edge of Sujiatun.
The courtyard had low earthen walls, a dilapidated wooden door, and only three tiled houses.
More importantly, there were no adult men in this family, only an old woman who walked with a shaky gait and a little boy of seven or eight years old.
This is the perfect starting point for revenge.
As the sun sets.
The lights in Sujiatun slowly went out.
Under the cover of night.
A huge figure is quietly approaching Sujiatun.
When it was 100 meters away from its target, the wild boar king stopped.
It pricked up its ears and twitched its nostrils rapidly to make sure there was no danger around.
The night breeze carried the distinctive scent of that house.
Sun-dried corn, pickled vegetables, the distinctive medicinal oil smell of the elderly, and...
The smell of a dog.
The wild boar king's muscles tensed instantly.
The dog was the only variable in its plan.
But based on its observations over three days, the family's dog was always chained up in the yard during the day.
It's just a guard dog; weighing 800 pounds, it could bite that beast's neck off in one bite.
It continued forward and was only fifty meters away from the courtyard wall.
In the moonlight, it could see a blurry dark shadow under the tree in the yard.
It must be that dog.
The wild boar king slowed its pace, its tusks unconsciously scraping against the ground, making a soft "crunching" sound.
Thirty meters.
It could already clearly hear the snoring coming from inside the room.
It was the kind of intermittent, phlegmy snoring that comes from an old woman.
The child's breathing was much softer, like a kitten purring.
The wild boar king let out a barely audible growl from deep within its throat, saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth.
Twenty meters.
It stopped, its front hooves pawing the ground restlessly.
Something's not right.
That dog!
It can be seen clearly now; it's a black-backed wolfhound, and quite large.
This time, the wolfhound wasn't sleeping in its kennel as usual.
Instead, it stood upright, head held high, nose pointing in its direction.
The wild boar king stood frozen in place, holding his breath.
It knew that dogs had a keen sense of smell, but it was downwind and had tried its best to conceal its scent.
That dog couldn't possibly find it...
"Woof! Woof woof!"
Who knew?
The next moment.
A deafening bark suddenly pierced the night sky.
The black-backed wolfhound jumped up as if it had been electrocuted, barking wildly at the outside of the courtyard wall, its voice filled with warning and fear.
The wild boar king's mind was instantly consumed by rage.
It growled and tensed its hind leg muscles, preparing to leap over the earthen wall that was only a little over a meter high.
Just as it was gathering its strength, a dim yellow light came on inside the room.
The lights in almost every house around here were also turned on.
Dogs generally don't bark easily at night.
The screams we just heard clearly indicate that something has happened.
In no time, many neighbors started putting on their clothes.
"Big Black! What are you yelling about in the middle of the night?"
The old woman's hoarse voice came from inside the house, followed by a cough and the rustling of clothes being put on.
The wild boar king froze.
Lights, human voices—these all signify exposure.
It let out a low growl of resentment, its fangs gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Just then, the door of a house not far away opened.
"Aunt Zhang, is everything alright at your house?"
Then, more and more people joined.
The boar king knew that tonight's operation had failed.
It took one last look at the yard, memorized the location of that damned black dog, then turned and quickly disappeared into the night.
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