Alas, this wild boar is even bigger than Du Feng imagined, and it feels like it is six meters tall. It is one meter taller than the Sword Emperor in his normal state. And this is the height at which it touches on all fours, and it must be even more terrifying if it stands up.

Fu Xi looked at Du Feng, which clearly meant to ask if he wanted to help. The Sword Emperor was not in a hurry, and stood there calmly with the village chief.

Although Fu Xi has taught a lot of experience to Mr. Linghu, he still doesn't know much about the strength of the dwarf village. The Sword Emperor also doesn't know the strength of the Dwarf Village, but he understands the human heart. Since the dwarven village chiefs are so calm, it means that there is nothing wrong.

Besides, the dwarven village can exist for a long time surrounded by woods, and there must be a reason for its existence. If a wild boar could have leveled the village, the dwarven village would have ceased to exist a long time ago.

People who have lived for thousands of years are really experienced, and the Sword Emperor's cloudy and breezy appearance, coupled with the height of one meter three after shrinking, the dwarf village chief who looks at it likes it more and more. I feel that this person must also have dwarven blood, and he is also quite confident in the strength of the dwarf village.

"Poof...... Poof......"

The wild boar did not attack immediately, but now shook the pig's hooves on the spot, and his mouth was constantly spurting. Then he lowered his head and rushed at a sharp speed. Du Feng was very interested and wanted to see how hard the dwarves were. Can a small crossbow like a sentry really kill a wild boar?

You must know that the belt of those crossbow arrows is slightly larger than the embroidery needle compared to the six-meter-tall wild boar, at most it feels like being pierced by a nail. The key is that its pig skin is still so thick, and it is protected by a layer of solidified resin, and I don't know if it can be pierced through.

"Whoosh ......"

The dwarven guards on the watchtower finally struck, because they were not as tall as the boar standing on the watchtower, so they shot diagonally upward. It was the boar's head that was aimed at the hardest, but most critical.

Oops, the situation is a little different from what Du Feng imagined.

Several slave puffs all pierced into the boar's head, not from the weaker part of the nostrils, nor from the mouth, eyes, etc. Instead, from the position of the wild boar's heavenly spirit cover, he shot through the skull and pierced it directly.

This little crossbow bolt is so powerful. To be precise, it should be the crossbows in the hands of the dwarves. However, such a short crossbow arrow, even if it is pierced, may not be able to kill the wild boar. Could it be that their purpose is to destroy the brain of the wild boar?

"Bang ......"

A continuous explosion sounded, and the seemingly short crossbow arrows exploded in the boar's head. The explosion was quite powerful, blowing up the huge pig's head. Not only did the brains blow up, but even the entire head was blown up.

Only the huge body remains, and it is still rushing forward due to inertia. This time, Du Feng had to see how the dwarves coped.

They can kill a huge boar with a magical bolt, but inertia has to be dealt with with pure strength. But the dwarves were all there, and they had no intention of attacking the boar, and let the huge corpse slam against the gate.

Then I heard a loud bang, and the door was knocked inward, but it didn't break. Then he suddenly bounced back and threw the boar carcass more than ten meters away.

What a sturdy iron door, such a lot of toughness. The iron gate didn't look very thick, but I didn't expect to explain it like that. And it's like glue, it has so much toughness. It seems that the dwarven villagers have long been familiar with this set. A wild boar was killed, and some of them ate it.

"Drag it in and entertain the guests. ”

The dwarven village chief gave an order, and a short, dark-looking dwarf stepped out. This man is only one meter tall, but he is very thick, and he looks very funny like a wooden stake. But no one dared to underestimate him, because this man had so much strength.

He walked up to the boar carcass alone and reached out to grab the vertebrae that were exposed from the wound. Then he held it tightly and began to drag the boar's carcass back.

You must know that the weight of the wild boar is probably close to ten tons. A one-meter dwarf dragged the corpse sideways and forcibly did not even have much effort. The only awkward thing was that he was too tall and needed to hold that vertebrae with his arms held high. The more this happens, the more it shows how strong he is.

Wow, the dwarven village is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Du Feng's opinion of the dwarves was completely refreshed.

Originally, I thought that they were so short in stature, and their strength must be very small due to the limitations of congenital conditions. After all, after the Sword Emperor became smaller, his strength would also be seen accordingly. But now, the dwarf's strength is not only not small, but also great. And their weapons are also very advanced, and even small crossbow arrows can explode. It is estimated that the black ball will explode more powerfully.

On the watchtower just now, there were actually villagers holding the ball with their hands, but they didn't throw it out in the end. Presumably because the threat of wild boars is not big enough, it is not worth throwing that black ball outside.

"Woo Woo ......"

The dwarven chief whistled, and an orange knife flew out of the village.

It's interesting, it's really interesting. Du Feng had seen someone who used True Yuan to control weapons, he had seen someone who used Divine Thoughts to control weapons, and it was the first time he had seen a weapon controlled with a whistle. According to normal logic, if a knife has no boost, it will definitely not have much power to fly by itself.

But this time, Du Feng didn't dare to think so, because he knew that the dwarf village chief had skills. The dwarven villagers on the watchtower were very strong and obediently listened to him. Then there is only one reason, and that is that the dwarven village chief is more powerful. Don't look at the dwarves are very small, but this knife is quite big and long.

"Woo Woo ......"

He whistled, and saw the orange knife go straight for the boar's carcass. From the wound in the neck to the tail in one breath, and then back the way you came.

The whole boar was cut in half, and the cut was called an even, the section was very smooth, and even the pig bones were split from the middle.

"Woo Woo ......"

The dwarven village chief whistled again, and the orange-red broadsword flew up and down. After a while, he cut all the wild boar meat into small pieces of uniform size, and shaved out the internal organs and other things separately, like a skilled butcher, working with ease.

The villagers happily took iron forks and iron plates, inserted pieces of cut meat, put them on plates, and took them to the homes of the tall people to dispose of them. After the seasoning is sprinkled and marinated, you can eat the barbecue.