A wild wolf in front of his head was landing in front of Pang Yuan, his back was twisted unnaturally, his body was stiff, and his legs and paws were still trembling and twitching slightly.

This guy was powerless to resist, so he could only lie on the ground and gasp hard, barely breathing.

Pang Yuan didn't stop moving, and while the spear was retracted, he rushed forward, and did not hesitate to face the head of the wild wolf that was still twitching on the ground.

Step on it with a heavy foot!

The hard leather boots with heavy force directly crushed half of the weak wolf on the ground in the face!

The other wild wolf that flew out before was slightly injured, and at this time it had already struggled to stand up, holding its tail between its legs, looking embarrassed, and its eyes were full of horror, and it no longer had the courage to pounce just now.

The wolf whimpered in his throat, but he was not slow to react, limping backwards, trying to escape.

The wild wolf at his feet was no longer able to make a sound, and Pang Yuan didn't bother to check whether the prey was dead, so he strode forward and chased after the wild wolf that had escaped.

The young man's steps were swift, and it only took a few steps to catch up with the panicked and fleeing wolf.

The wild wolf turned around and saw the hunter catching up, and his momentum was fierce, and he couldn't help but be frightened, panicking like a lost dog, and no longer his previous ferocity.

The prey lost its fighting spirit, and Pang Yuan felt a little bored in his heart, and he didn't bother to entangle with it.

The young man stabbed a spear like lightning at close range, and the sharp tip of the spear easily pierced the wolf's weak throat, piercing through the neck and into the earth, and the poor wolf could no longer move.

The wild wolf quickly died, Pang Yuan picked it up, and returned with the spear, at this time, the hunters behind him had already dealt with the rest of the injured wild wolves, and were sorting out the harvested prey.

What made Pang Yuan feel a little pity was that the wild wolf that was first beaten away by him was dying and would not die soon.

But there was still a slight vitality, and it was not until an old hunter later discovered and mended a spear that the wild wolf completely died.

Therefore, under the influence of this, Pang Yuan collected a lot less life energy by killing the wild wolf.

The boy focused on the red dot in front of his eyes, which magnified and appeared in front of his eyes, which was confirmed by the 0.4 free attribute clearly displayed inside.

At this time, Uncle Lin, who was checking the prey, called out to Pang Yuan to come over to help, Pang Yuan shook his head, put a trace of regret behind him, casually agreed, and walked over.

Next, Pang Yuan and the others took back the javelins and other weapons, and people confirmed with each other whether they were injured, and the prey was not dealt with for the time being.

After a fight, there was a lot of bloody smell here, and it was not advisable to stay for a long time, so the hunters divided their labors and lifted the carcasses of wild buffalo and wild wolves on the ground together, and returned in the direction of the camp.

On the way back, everyone was in a much more leisurely mood, Pang Yuan and Uncle Lin together, together carrying the strong and heavy female buffalo in the middle, Huzi and Brother Daxing were holding hands beside them.

The other hunters either carried the wild wolf, or carried the half-large calf together on both sides, among which the fat man Wang was particularly leisurely, hanging one hand, just helping to hold a few weapons, wandering around the crowd relaxedly.

Although the prey in his hands and shoulders is heavy, the hunter is willing to do such a laborious task, and his steps are strong, and his heart is full of contentment.

The abundant harvest made everyone happy, and the way back was full of laughter and laughter, spreading in the forest, and the air seemed to add a bit of joy.

Soon, the team rushed back to the high ground, and Uncle Lin and the old hunters made a decision after deliberation and did not stay any longer, so they returned directly to the village. Anyway, the prey harvested from this hunt is enough, and this kind of weather meat has to be brought back and stored in a hurry, so everyone will naturally have no objections.

In this way, the matter of return was settled, and the hunters were busy in the camp.

A few men went not far away to fetch a large amount of clean water, while the rest of the hunters took sharp knives on the high ground to deal with the large pile of prey, disemboweling the bison and the wolf one by one, and throwing away the useless internal organs.

As for edible tripe, beef liver, beef heart, etc., they are washed and packed and carried, and then the inside of the prey's belly is washed with water to clean the bloodstains.

Here, the hunters handle their prey on the high ground with their hands and feet, and the large amount of blood produced soaks the lawn on the ground, and the air exudes an unpleasant smell.

But Wang Fatzi didn't seem to feel the pungent smell, he didn't frown, and watched Orion's movements with great interest on the side, and sometimes the experienced command demonstrated twice.

In the past, Wang Fatzi was usually a part of this task, if it weren't for the injury of one arm this time and his inconvenience, I'm afraid he would have picked up the short blade and did it himself by now.

At this time, Pang Yuan did not stay on the high ground, ignoring the noise in the camp, the young man found a random tree nearby, and sat down against the trunk.

Placing the familiar spear horizontally in front of his knee, the spearhead pointing upwards, the boy saw that the surface of the iron spearhead had been stained with a lot of blood from the battle, and many of the blood stains had congealed.

This iron spearhead is stained with blood, and if it is not cleaned and maintained in time, it will quickly rust and corrode, affecting future use, so the boy has been careful to pay attention to the protection of the weapon.

Pang Yuan has always been very patient with his partners when fighting.

The boy sat under the tree, holding the shaft of the spear in one hand and a thick dry cloth in the other, carefully wiping the blood stains on the spearhead, not letting go of any slight dirt, and cleaning it up thoroughly.

Finally, under the careful care of the young man, the spearhead regained its original bright edge and was spotless.

Pang Yuan raised the spear, brought it in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

I saw that the tip of the spear was sharp, glowing with a cold light, and the corners of the young man's eyes were slightly curved, so he nodded with satisfaction.