However, the wild boar did not hit him, it hit the spear against the trunk of the tree, the tip of the spear pierced its nose into the head, pierced into the body, stirred the internal organs, stuck it between the spears, and could only look at Wang Yang with a blank eye, but it was close but could not kill him.

The blood was not Wang Yang's blood, but the blood that spurted out of the wild boar's eyes, mouth, and nose.

When Wang Yang saw this, his eyes flashed with despair, and he grabbed the spear and stabbed it forward.

The wild boar couldn't stand such a sharp pain, and shook his body violently, but instead used the wooden spear as a stick and pulled it under Wang Yang's armpit at once.

Wang Yang rolled on the ground twice, his whole body was in pain, his muscles were still in fright and did not return to normal, and he beat vigorously one after another.

He looked at the wild boar, the wild boar was stabbed like this, almost half of the spear was eaten, and his body was about to be pierced, and he didn't have half the strength anymore, so he screamed and fell to the ground.

Wang Yang wiped the blood on his face, looked at his body, fortunately, there were no new wounds, took advantage of the wild boar to fall to the ground, staggered over, and violently pulled out the bone spurs inserted in the wild boar's face, and even pulled out the eyes with the wild boar.

"Boom!" The wild boar hissed in pain, and Wang Yang, fearing that it would attract its companions, grabbed the bone spurs and plunged them into the boar's head.

Blood splattered, accompanied by bits of white brains, and the boar died in a burst of convulsions.

The wild boar died, and just like that.

Wang Yang felt very tired, collapsed to the ground, looked at the leaves above that covered the sky, and laughed.

He didn't know how he was in the mood to laugh, maybe it was because he was too nervous and scared, which caused his subconscious to want to relax.

This kind of death fright is no joke.

Wang Yang rested for less than a minute, then endured the pain in his leg and stood up with a mood that had not yet calmed down.

Now is not the time to rest, in the depths of the forest, there is no way to relax, especially since he and the wild boar have shed a lot of blood, and the smell of blood will attract a lot of large animals, and he can't do anything when he has a wound on his leg.

He didn't bother to pull out the wooden spear, but pulled out the bone spurs, hung them around his waist, grabbed the boar's hooves and dragged them back.

This wild boar is more than 100 catties and nearly 200 catties, which is not too heavy, if there is no injury on the leg, Wang Yang can try to carry it back.

But now it is impossible, although the drag is a little slow, but fortunately it is only a hundred and fifty meters from the junction line, and it can be reached quickly.

He was walking as fast as he could, but he still seemed very slow.

From time to time, the wound on the leg felt like a burning sensation, and there was a bit of a feeling of being pricked by a needle, which was extremely uncomfortable.

It dragged for a hundred meters like this, and it took more than ten minutes.

And at this time, there was a little commotion in the forest.

He saw a lynx.

The lynx is also a feline, no different from a normal cat, except that it is larger than a cat, and it is a good swimmer in trees, agile and fast.

It may be a little smaller than a leopard, with spots all over its body and upside-down eyes that look particularly cold.

Such a lynx is definitely not more difficult to deal with than a wild boar, and it is better to have an advantage against a wild boar when it is against it.

Wang Yang was anxious, and while dragging back quickly, he shouted, calling for his companions.

"Woo~woo!"

Not long after the sky dawned, he wasn't sure that the adults had already come out to hunt, but with his current situation, he could only hope that the adults would appear.

Fortunately, the lynx didn't seem to be as smart as it imagined, it looked at itself, there was hesitation and vigilance in its eyes, it just followed carefully, Wang Yang took a step back, it took a step forward, and kept a distance of thirty meters.

After a stalemate of twenty meters, a tree python appeared, which was roughly estimated to be twelve meters long, and I don't know how many years it had lived, approaching Wang Yang little by little.

Wang Yang was a little scared, he was now less than thirty meters away from the junction, and in the face of two opponents who were obviously stronger than himself, he could only let out "Woo, woo!" The cry for help.

Turning another tree, Wang Yang could see the bushes on the border, but the gore attracted more ferocious predators.

The blade-toothed tiger with a deep grudge finally appeared, and there was still a little blood on its chest, and after seeing Wang Yang, it immediately frowned and glared, and surrounded Wang Yang in three ways with the lynx and the python.

Wang Yang retreated in fear and shouted "woo" for help, but not a single person appeared in the forest behind him.

Dead silence and silence.

There are often some small animals on the side of the road, meerkats, ferrets and other animals, those pairs of eyes, greedily looking at Wang Yang, staring at the wild boar he brought with his life.

And Wang Yang could only shout again and again, calling the forest behind him, calling his collective, but no one appeared in that area with dwarf branches, not even one person.

Could it be that all his efforts have been in vain, making wedding dresses for other animals?

He is unwilling, he is so unwilling!

Why is it that no one is willing to go into the depths of the forest with him, even if there is only one person, there will be no such situation, why don't they come in?!

Anger, fear, fear, and questions all came to his heart at this moment, and he felt that his eyes were so sour and astringent.

"Roar!" The blade-toothed tiger found that Wang Yang was injured, and finally stopped being cautious and immediately pounced.

When the lynx saw this, he also rushed up.

Only the python, very cleverly chose to lie in ambush nearby, waiting for other animals looking for the smell to throw themselves into the net.

Wang Yang pursed his mouth, took a deep look at his prey, decisively let go of his hand, and quickly climbed a big tree beside him.

"Roar!" Under the big tree, the blade-toothed tiger screamed proudly, tore open the fur of the wild boar one by one, bit off its flesh, and swallowed it happily.

When he was full, he didn't forget to yell at Wang Yang a few times.

Then the lynx went up to eat, and it ate quickly, but not much, and soon ate and left.

After that, a group of small animals pounced on them to eat, but after a few bites, a group of big wolf dogs grabbed the remaining wild boar and ran away.

This is the end of the wild boar feast.

Wang Yang pursed his lips on the tree and watched, not knowing if there was any pain in his legs, his hands grasped the trunk tightly, and the nails of his ten fingers were deeply cut into the cracks.

He watched his prey being eaten by other animals, but there was nothing he could do.

It felt like eating your own flesh, and every time it hurt, it hurt to the heart.

After all the animals had left, Wang Yang silently climbed down the tree and walked into the safety of the forest area.

The adults appeared one by one with wooden spears, and when they saw that Wang Yang had a wound on his leg, they gathered around one by one, whining with concern.

However, Wang Yang didn't say a word, his eyes were full of indifference, and his heart was full of anger.

He left everyone aside and limped away under the puzzled eyes of everyone.

This time, he picked a lot of leaves from the thistle, wiped them on the wound one by one, and ate the fruit of the thistle, hoping to make the wound heal faster.

Then he sat down in the cave and recuperated without saying a word.

Everyone could feel that he was angry, but they didn't care, and still gave him the first barbecue to eat.

Wang Yang was indeed angry, from the moment he decided to go deep into the forest, until today's prey was taken, his anger reached its peak.

He did everything he could for the sake of the collective, thought about everything he could, gave so much, and almost lost his life several times.

As a result, when he needed help and support the most, he couldn't see anyone around him, and that sense of helplessness made him desperate.

It was as if no matter how hard he tried, it was a useless struggle.

After a few days of thinking, he understood the crux of the matter, and although everyone respected him, they did not regard him as a leader.

In their minds, there is no such concept yet.

As can be seen from the fact that they hunt without clear command, no one is a leader.

This situation is extremely passive. Even wolves know that having a capable leader is an essential and most important part of a collective.

Without the tandem of leaders, where can there be cohesion?

Now, everything is very clear, Wang Yang does not want to starve to death in the winter, nor does he want to be killed in the depths of the forest, if he wants to live, he must let everyone listen to him, if necessary, the budding personality cult of religion can also appear on the stage of history in advance.

Just, how is it all going to be done?