Down the hillside.

The river has dried up.

On the thick mud, crawling a few old crocodiles that stuck to their territory and were reluctant to leave.

The sun is scorching.

They writhed desperately and burrowed into the mud.

However, it was still scorching hot.

The water in the sludge is also evaporating rapidly.

The young, vigorous crocodiles have already migrated with the group.

Some of the little crocodiles hid in deep burrows, not eating or drinking, and waiting for the torturous dry season to pass.

Whenever this season comes, there are always some animals that can't survive it.

A group of monkeys braved the scorching sun and walked down the hillside to the dry river, wanting to drink.

Looking at the empty riverbed full of silt, they stood by the river, stunned.

Some of the monkeys left.

Some of the monkeys continued to wait.

The cold father lion group searched in the bush for a long time, but did not find prey.

When they returned to camp exhausted and exhausted, they found an old crocodile hiding under the bushes where they were resting.

"Whew-"

Father Leng immediately roared angrily and pounced.

The old crocodile opened its mouth and raised it high, revealing two rows of sharp fangs, refusing to retreat.

The lioness also roared and surrounded her.

The old crocodile cowered under the bushes, unresponsive, and soon scarred by the angry lionesses.

It's like a stubborn old man who has decided on this place and won't leave.

Or maybe it's running out of nowhere.

A smell of blood permeated the lion camp.

The hungry cold father lions suddenly became excited, endured the heat, panted, and continued to attack.

Father Leng roared angrily, attracting the sharp teeth of the old crocodile head-on.

The lioness attacked from behind, first scratching, and finally jumping straight up and biting.

Soon, the old crocodile stopped resisting.

It did not die immediately, but crawled on the ground, closed its mouth, opened its eyes, and waited in silence.

Ciel pounced on it and bit down on the spine of its neck!

It's finally dead.

Father Leng lay on the ground, his mouth open, panting.

The lionesses were also hot lying in the shade, so hot that they couldn't move.

Lal was already hungry, and when he saw that the delicacy was right in front of him, he immediately ran over and began to bite.

He bit as he looked at his father cautiously.

Father Leng lay close to him, his mouth open, panting and looking at him, but there was no reaction.

Ralton relaxed, and immediately gobbled it up.

The lioness rested for a while, and immediately walked up to the old crocodile and began to eat.

Chu Xiaoye also walked over with Little Curly Tail and Meimei.

Catherine lay on her stomach in the bushes not far away, silently watching them.

A whole crocodile was quickly eaten.

Father Leng did not come forward to enjoy it, but kept quietly crawling in the grass to rest.

When the food was distributed, he suddenly stood up.

The lioness looked at him apprehensively and uneasily, licking the blood from the corners of their mouths.

They sensed the king's wrath.

When Ral had eaten his fill, he walked straight up to Catherine, cracked the corners of his mouth, revealing Senhan's fangs, and told her to get out of here, a place he wanted to occupy.

Catherine stood up silently and turned to leave.

However, before Lal could lie down, there was a "whoosh-" behind him, and suddenly there was a thunderous roar of Father Leng!

As soon as he turned around, he saw his father pounce on him viciously and bite him down!

Ral, frightened, hurried to his mother, a cry begging for mercy.

The broke-tailed lioness gave him an indifferent look, silently lowered her head, and stepped aside.

Father Leng roared angrily and chased after him.

Ral had to lie on the ground, his belly exposed, and his head tilted back and begged for mercy.

Father Leng showed no mercy and bit him in the face!

"Whew-"

Ral roared in pain and jumped to his feet, baring his fangs and looking at his father with anger and hatred.

What's going on?

Was it because he was the first to eat?

However, he had already asked for his consent, and he had already begged for mercy.

He's his son, so why is he so vicious?

After he roared angrily, Fang realized that he was not his father's opponent now, and it was useless to be angry, so he could only beg for mercy.

He immediately cried out again for mercy.

However, Father Leng ignored it, his eyes were cold, his fangs were fierce, and he pounced on him again, and even bit his neck directly!

Ralton was terrified, jumped up in a hurry, turned around and ran!

He ran out of the camp under the scorching sun, thinking that his father would be angry and forgive him.

However, Father Leng still roared and chased out!

His mother seemed a little unbearable, looking at him with complicated eyes, but still did not step forward to dissuade him.

Ralton panicked and had to continue to flee forward.

Father Leng's mane was flying, chasing after him murderously, and he didn't have the slightest intention of letting him go.

The lioness followed.

Chu Xiaoye took the little curly tail and Meimei and followed behind her mother, looking at this scene of father and son cannibalism in a daze.

He knew that in the near future, he and Little Curly Tail would also experience this unforgettable nightmare of expulsion.

Obviously, Father Leng's patience has finally run out.

The dry season came, food was scarce, and the lioness was pregnant, all of which made the king worried.

He couldn't stand another male lion in the pack who ate an astonishing amount of food, but was useless!

He's going to expel his son!

Lal is already two years old, and it's time to go wandering.

As for whether he is alive or dead, he can only resign himself to fate, or he can only rely on himself.

Lions have existed in this grassland for more than 100,000 years.

The reason why they have been able to reproduce to this day is that they have their own rules.

When the male lions of the lion pack grow up, they all have to leave, wander farther away, grow, and then open up their own territory, have their own lion pack, and establish themselves as kings.

They usually leave and don't come back and run far away.

This prevents inbreeding, genetic confusion, and the birth of unhealthy offspring, which affects the continuation of the entire lion pack.

They may not understand these truths, but the rules that have been handed down to this day subtly constrain them and make them naturally obey them, thus preventing genocide.

They were able to become kings in this vast grassland, and they continue to this day, not because of their cleverness, but because they follow the rules.

These are all the roads that our predecessors have walked, the hardships they have experienced, and the experiences they have left behind.

They must comply.

Unless, one day, nature changes, and the rules are chaotic.

Ral's frightened and pleading roar resounded in the prairie and disappeared in the prairie.

He was expelled from the territory.

He stood on the edge of the territory, covered in scars, and looked at his fanged and vicious father, at the lioness who were slowly approaching, at his mother, at the other lioness.

His heart was filled with desolation and despair.

What should he do in the future?

Without his father's protection, without the hunting of lions, without territory, without food, would he still be able to live?

"Whew-"

Father Leng's roar sounded again, his eyes were cold and ruthless, baring his fangs, and he continued to pounce on him.

Lal didn't dare to hesitate any longer and fled in a hurry.

On this day, he finally left home, lost everything, and became a wandering male lion who was helpless and wandering around.

What should he do?

Rivers have dried up.

On the other side of the riverbank, the low roars of several wandering male lions sounded one after another.

That's the League of Wandering Lions.