Wu Zhen jumped down the mountain in shock, and ran back quickly with Wang Chao and Ling, rushing back all the way without danger. Nothing happened along the way, it was as calm as the sea without wind and waves, but who knows what kind of turbulent waves are brewing at the bottom of the sea?

The mountain is still the same mountain, low, dim, and the snow falls silently, gently spreading over it, covering up all traces of the remnants of the battle.

Snort!

After a few people left, it didn't take long for the snow to sink suddenly, a depression extended in an arc, and finally formed a huge human face, the human face has a nose and eyes, but there is no mouth, it is worth mentioning that there are many forks in the snow above this human face, which can also be said to be its hair.

The human face formed by the snow sometimes becomes larger, sometimes smaller, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, and the bifurcations on the human face change violently, gradually extending until the body is large. The area is covered, and that area happens to be the area where Wu Zhen and the wild boar fought.

The fork twisted wildly, the snow seemed to be pressed by something, and streaks appeared, and around these marks, a little bit of scarlet blood appeared, which was the blood left from the wild boar and Wu Zhen, the fork greedily sucked the blood on the ground, and after a few seconds, the snow was in a mess, and there was no longer a drop of blood, and the faces of the people on the snow moved contentedly, and the traces became shallow, and finally disappeared.

Over the hill.

Different from the other side that Wu Zhen saw, this is a completely different world. It can also be said that it is the base camp of wild boars.

There used to be a lot of snow on the gentle slopes, but after being trampled by restless wild boars thousands of times, it became muddy. The hillside is littered with wild boar hoof prints, and the white snow is ravaged by wild boars. It turned into a jet-black color, forming patches of stains on the muddy ground, and the mud was surrounded by large and small pits arched by wild boars, and wild boar feces could be seen everywhere. The mess is scattered on the hillside.

In addition, what is even more conspicuous is the pile of trees under the hillside that are piled up with poplars in strange shapes, and Wu Zhen and the others did not find a single tree, because the entire tree on the mountain was dug out by wild boars and dragged here.

When the snow began to fall, the wild boar king issued this order to the wild boar herd, in just a few dozen days, the poplars in the mountains were transported, under the guidance of the wild boar king, a nest suitable for more than a hundred wild boars for the winter was built, if it was before, no matter how cold the weather, the wild boars had only two ways to keep out the cold, one was to rely on the fat on the body, and the other was to find a warmer place.

But now, the boar king thought of a better way, that is, to build a warm place in the same place, they no longer have to go out to find a suitable place, the era of survival by luck is gone, they have wisdom, the best of them, the boar king is to give full play to the role of wisdom, from that time, the boar king has established himself as the supreme king.

Wild boar is a predator, wisdom can be very useful, but not the most useful, want to become a king, must have the most powerful fighting ability in the group, and this one, the wild boar king has always been the first, for it, fighting is the most effective way to survive, wisdom can only provide something for the battle, and can not replace the battle itself.

Today, wisdom has lost its effect, and the Boar King has become a warrior, fighting to the death against the enemy for the survival of the race.

Today is the third day of the fighting.

The Boar King is the smartest of the wild boar herd, and under his leadership, these uprooted poplars are cleverly built together, except for an entrance, there is hardly much hollowness, the interior is very warm, and besides, this unsightly looking nest is very strong, it can withstand the ravages of wind and snow, even if the weather is ten times worse, it cannot completely destroy it.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang inside the nest, and a large black shadow crashed out of it, leaving a large hole in the nest from which at least three poplars broke off.

Titicaca!

The sturdy poplar nest was shaken, shook a few times, like a skinny bird in the cold wind, and after a while the nest stabilized, and it looked like the break of one or two poplars had not yet hurt its foundations.

The black shadow that flew out was a wild boar, very large, stronger than the leading wild boar that Wu Zhen encountered, its breath was very violent, its eyes were red, and the invisible power spread out in circles, blocking the wind and snow, looking at the momentum, this was a more powerful wild boar, stronger than the nine wild boars that Wu Zhen encountered combined.

It is the true king of the boar, the wise king, the brave king, the invincible king!

However, it seems that the Boar King is about to be defeated.

It has a lot of scars on its body, and the lead boar fart. The strands were almost the same shape as the cracked ground, but the injuries on the boar king's body were shallower, each one the size of a baby's palm, and although these wounds looked hideous, perhaps they didn't even penetrate its thick flesh.

The boar king crashed into a dirt pit, covered in feces and snow.

The boar king tried to stand up, but the pit was too wet and slippery, and its strong size became an obstacle in the small pit, and it fell down again after standing up.

Bang Bang Bang!

The boar king gasped, and his strong hooves kicked wildly, doubling the range of the dirt pit, and then, staggeringly, rolled over, jumped out of the pit, and ran in the direction of the nest with hurried steps.

Bang!

The nests exploded from the inside out, and poplar trees flew and scattered along the hillside.

The Boar King stopped, his strong body flickering nimbly, avoiding the poplars that crashed into him.

After dodging the poplars, the boar king lowered his head, his long fangs rubbing on the ground, and one of his front hooves raised and slashed on the ground, which was a sign of his anger, and it was angry.

Its home is gone!

Its family is gone!

I thought nine would survive, but it seems that something happened to them on the way, and a few more died.

After the destruction of the lair, the inside was revealed.

In the middle is a huge clod of earth standing on the ground, with a strange shape, large at the top and small at the bottom, with many earthy yellow forks on the top, and a face on the bottom, with two black holes in the eyes, a large clod of earth hanging from the nose, and a little strangely, there is no mouth on the face.

In addition to the clods of soil, there are more than a hundred carcasses of wild boars in the nest, they should have died not long ago, the blood that flowed out of the wounds was still hot, steaming, the death of these wild boars was miserable, the body was twisted into shape, the internal bones were estimated to be broken a lot, each of them had several forks hanging from the clods, the forks continued to suck their body energy, and there were many earth-colored cracks on their bodies, similar to the wounds on their kings.

When the Boar King saw this scene, his red eyes were filled with angry flames.

Enemy!

Destroy it!

The red eyes were aimed at the clods of dirt on the ground, and the boar king slammed into it with the same fearlessness as every charge he had done in the previous two days.