In addition to the cooperation within the small team, there is also cooperation between the three small teams, they will not attack at the same time, when a small local team is tired, there will be a second small team to take over, the second small team is tired, the third is to make up, from beginning to end, there is always a team in a state of energy.

Where is this a group of hounds, clearly a group of trained soldiers.

This shows that in addition to having rich hunting experience, this large hunting dog group also has a head dog with extraordinary intelligence, otherwise it will never be able to do such a delicate cooperation, of course, it also needs a carefully groomed owner.

Andes Giant Bear is getting weaker and weaker, obviously unable to keep up with the provocative attacks of the Hound Squad, lying on the spot most of the time panting, and the massive blood loss has caused a series of chain reactions in the body, including insufficient oxygen supply.

Woof!

A young wolfhound saw that Andes Giant Bear did not react to his provocative attack, aroused a stronger desire to attack, and did not retreat immediately, but slammed into the opponent's dung door - this is another weakness of Andes Giant Bear, which can directly injure internal organs without breaking its thick fur.

Wow!

The Andes, who had been lying lazily outside the circle for most of the time, suddenly stood up and let out a lower growl than usual, like a horn of attack, but this command was the opposite for the hounds, it was a command to retreat.

"Xiao Qi, come back!"

Sean, who had just arrived, shouted to stop the young wolfhound's reckless attack, and at the same time pulled his bow in the high-speed rush, his right hand ignited a strange flame, spreading to the arrow, the bow sounded, and a tongue of fire soared into the air.

Sean's rescue operation is not timely, but far water can't save the near fire.

Roar!

Andes Giant Bear, who was still dying one moment ago, stood up the next moment, turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and slapped his heavy right paw firmly on the back waist of the young wolfhound, and flew directly out of seven or eight meters.

This is not the end, Andes Giant Bear is like a god of war possessed, scratching and biting at the surrounding crazy indiscriminately.

The rage lasted only a few seconds before it froze, and after a few seconds, Andes Bear fell back to the ground, leaving only breath to breathe.

What reaped the last of its life was another new arrow on its right eye, a flaming arrow with a terrifying temperature attached to it, which not only instantly scorched his wound, but also vaporized its brain.

"Well done, Barton. Sean gave himself high praise for the head dog.

The situation just now is even more dangerous than what you see, if it is replaced by an inexperienced head dog and gives the wrong order, Andes Giant Bear's combination punch just now will give great damage to the hounds, and then the scene will get out of control.

Even he, the master, could not stop the herd of hounds that went berserk because of the death of his companion, and when the time came, he would be left with a herd of half-dead and wounded hounds and a badly wounded bear skin.

Barton, the head dog, sneezed in response to Sean's compliment.

Sean brushed over Andes Bear's right eye, and a flame-like brand on the back of his right hand jumped, and the strange flame was extinguished, leaving only a large black hole, and as for the shaft of the arrow, it had already turned into a pile of dust.

"Little Seven...... Xiao Qi ......" got Sean to make a safety gesture, and the group of half-grown children hurriedly rushed up, one of the little boys who was only a teenager was the most sad, but before he could get closer, he cried snot and tears.

"Julian, do you want Little Seven to die faster?" the young man, who looked to be about Sean's age, grabbed the reckless little boy and lectured him with a straight face.

"It's okay, Marshall. Sean waved his hand expressionlessly, although he had witnessed countless deaths, but every time he faced the withering of life around him, he still had a heart to relieve the pain.

"Tang, Tang, I know you have the best way, please save Xiao Qi, you must have a way, right, you must have a way, right. Marshall let go of his hand, but Julian froze in place, pleading with Sean with tears streaming down his face.

"Woo!" I don't know if it's pain, or if I understand something, Xiao Qi tilted his head and whimpered at Sean, as if admitting that he was wrong.

At this time, not only Julian, but also other children of young age cried.

Sean just shook his head, although he didn't observe it closely, he also knew that this wolfhound was not saved, and it was not the first time he had seen the strength of the adult Andes Giant Bear.

Even the skull of the four-horned high-backed mountain cow, which is claimed to be harder than steel, could not withstand their full blow, and Xiao Qi's entire back collapsed, and he didn't need to look to know that the spine was comminuted.

Even in the previous life with advanced surgical technology, it would not be saved, let alone in this medieval world where medical technology was extremely backward and most diseases depended on resistance.

"Stupid, Xiaoqi, you big stupid, you are stupid, your father is stupid, your grandfather is also stupid, your whole family is stupid, reckless impulsiveness has become a genetic disease of your family, I swear, in the future, I will never train your family to be a hunting dog again, all of them will become watchdogs, and I will never let you out to hunt again. Julian hugged Xiaoqi and cried.

No wonder this child is so sad, before Sean picked him up from the wild, he was raised by the hunting dogs who had become wild dogs, and with this bond, his affection for dogs was far deeper than that of other Andis mountain people, he regarded them as relatives, and only he could tell the kinship between these hounds.

It's strange to say, Xiao Qi's hunting dog family is simply a death family, among the hunting dogs that Sean carried, more than 60% of the hunting dogs that hunted death came from this family, and 60% of them were because they made the same mistake as Xiao Qi - impulsiveness and recklessness.

But once this problem is put aside, the hunting dogs produced by this family are often the best hunting dogs in this group of hunting dogs, which makes Sean love and grace this hunting dog family.

When you don't make stupid mistakes, every hunting dog in this hunting dog family is so likable, and once you are stupid, the closer you are, the more uncomfortable it is when you bury them with your own hands.

"Take them to avoid it, I'll send Xiao Qi on his last ride. Sean said at Marshall.

"No, this is the price that must be paid for recklessness, they should also take this class, I come, this is my job. ”

This young man, who was a head shorter than Sean, but was half a circle strong, did things vigorously, and as he spoke, he took the first step to Xiao Qi's side, lifted Julian aside, covered Xiao Qi's eyes with one hand, and held his head into his arms with one hand, turned his head and nodded at the head dog Barton and said, "General, I'm sorry for you." ”

Barking.

This time, the hound group was a little hesitant to carry out the orders of the head dogs, especially the two Andys hounds, whimpering and circling around Marshall and the wolfhound Xiaoqi, unwilling to leave, their intelligence and experience were enough to let them know what was going to happen next.

Woohoo.

Barton, who also knew what was going to happen next, was also in a bad mood, and forcibly drove him away in a violent manner, and those hounds belonging to his children and grandchildren could only flee in embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay right away, sleep, it won't hurt when you fall asleep. Marshall muttered in a voice that only he and the wolfhound Xiaoqi could hear.

One hand hugged the body of the wolfhound Xiao Qi, and the other hand held its mouth lightly, and suddenly pressed to the sides, when the crisp click sound came, the two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably, Andes Boy's heart was not as cold and ruthless as it appeared.

Death is not the most terrible, it is the death that lasts for a few hours, or even a few days, and at this time, the most cruel thing to do is a mercy.

Sean looked at all this expressionlessly, feeling that there was only a little human nature left in his heart, and he was worn away a little bit, and he was assimilated a little bit by this cruel world.

The sentimentality didn't take up much of Sean's time, and the phrase "this fucking world" was left behind.

As for the others, even Julian, who was closest to the hounds, gradually regained his calm after helping Xiao Qi dig a grave and bury it - although they knew that it was useless to do so, and after they left, those scavengers would drag Xiao Qi's body out again, and among the mountains and wilderness, it has always been so cruel that there is no warmth at all.

In short, everyone recovers faster than Sean, but he is the weakest and most emotional person in everyone's hearts, because everyone present (except Sean) has already experienced the life and death of his loved ones shortly after he was born, and it is not weakness that can survive.

Soon everyone was busy, including the hounds, who had a lot of finishing touches to do and had to complete simple embalming before the materials turned into a pile of carrion.

The disbanded hounds went their own way.

The head dog Barton lazily lies on a clean lawn, ready to take a nap, replenish the physical strength consumed in strenuous exercise, and keep the physical strength on a horizontal line, which is a wise choice for a smart head dog.

His wisdom and rich hunting experience far beyond his peers allowed him to tell when the hunt was over.

For a fifteen-year-old Andes, he has lost the love of speed and the passion for hunting that he had when he was younger, and for him now, hunting is more like a sport, a sport to keep the body in the best condition at all times.

Compared to Barton, the other young hounds have just entered the state, and the other two Andes hounds that were forcibly driven away went around and found the little seven who had been buried, lying quietly next to its grave, mourning their companions in their own way, this dog breed is suitable for becoming a head dog is not accidental, at least the emotional richness is lacking in the other two dogs.

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As the name suggests, the wolfhound can be a super-large dog that can talk to the wild wolf head-on, excellent running speed and endurance, coupled with a terrifying bite force, make him the best hunting dog, in addition, they also have the duty to carry supplies, even if they carry a weight of thirty kilograms, it does not affect its hunting, the disadvantage is that this kind of dog is more energetic, very aggressive, even in the face of prey larger than their own does not flinch, in the hunting process is easy to get hot blood and out of control, as a result of their own body scaly wounds, take their lives, which makes them the highest mortality rate of all hunting dogs。