The Nabutara grassland is the most extensive grassland on the Blue Star.

There are many kinds of creatures, and there are thousands of predators and prey, but for a frail old jackal, hunting is as difficult as flying through the air.

The dexterous hare and marmot are running and jumping around, and the old jackals are chasing them, even if they look at them, they feel dizzy.

The sturdy little roe deer, seeing the decadence of the old jackal, deliberately stayed two meters away from the old jackal. Even if the old jackals grin at them, they will not run far, but hold their heads high and take steady steps to show off their youth and promise to the old jackals.

The old jackal's teeth were blunt, his legs were weak, and his fire was gone.

It let the animals run around and didn't pay any attention to them, just hanging its head and going its own way.

Along the way, I just scraped some earthworms, caught a few mole crickets, and was crumbling with hunger.

But it understands that it has not yet stepped out of the territory of the Jackals, and this is not its place of refuge.

If you don't find anything to eat, you'll die.

Today, if you can meet a hare or a weasel, you would rather break your old leg and have to fight.

The old jackal thought dejectedly.

The turning point came, and down a small grassy knoll, the old jackal saw a bunch of animals in the distance, and he hesitated to step forward, getting closer and closer.

The sight there suddenly made it happy.

There were no jackals, no hyenas, no wolves, and even less lions, just a vulture and a flock of small birds.

Everyone seems to be eating some kind of animal.

"Just drive that vulture away, and the food will be mine!"

The old jackal had dealt with vultures and knew this strange bird with a suspicious character.

It immediately focused its dazed eyes, wide open, and all its strength on its legs, making it look vigorous and magnificent.

Although the old jackal dog does not have much meat, but the skeleton is still very large, after having the spirit, it is still very stylish, along the way, the birds along the way involuntarily give way to both sides, even the vulture has stopped its mouth.

Today is undoubtedly a day that the vulture is very annoyed, it can't imagine that it will take so much time to eat a very thin puppy, and it is hard to wait until it is time to eat, but now it is good, this old jackal is here again, I don't know what it is going to do.

The old jackal did not bend around with the vulture, and with a bluffing step, his eyes rejuvenated with the arrogance of a young jackal.

The wings of his nose twitched, and his teeth poked out of his lips from time to time.

This is a way to express its displeasure with the vultures.

The vulture was frightened by its momentum, and it was a little frightened, and reluctantly retreated, giving up the puppy to the old jackal.

The old jackal was snickering in his heart.

If it weren't for himself pretending to be a great male jackal in the prime of life, he really wouldn't have scared this vulture away.

It came to Lin Haohao's side and saw a small canine covered in mud, with long hair and a mouth not as sharp as a jackal, this type of animal, it had seen it before, as if it lived with humans and was protected by humans.

Thinking of humans, the old jackal thought to himself that this little guy was not easy to mess with, and he didn't look like much meat, so it wasn't a good meal.

But talking is better than nothing, let's talk about it first.

The old jackal snorted at the vulture. It probably means that he scolded this vulture to get away and not to disturb Lao Tzu to eat.

But something strange happened.

The vulture did not hide away, but stared at it bluntly.

The old jackal was panicked by it, thinking to himself what is so good about me as an old jackal, you vulture is so uninformed, why haven't you seen a jackal?

The old jackal bared his teeth and growled under his breath, indicating that he was angry.

The vulture jumped back, still staring at it.

The old jackal was helpless, its majesty was bluffing, it was not strong at all, it could not drive away a vulture, and even if it really fought, it was probably not a vulture's opponent.

"Forget it, let's take a bite first."

Although the puppies in the puddle have too long hair, and the skin is estimated to be very shriveled, it doesn't look like a good taste, but it's good to eat enough.

The old jackal couldn't take care of the vulture next to him, it opened its teeth and bit Lin Haohao's armpit, it thought to itself that this position was thin-skinned, it was better to break through, and taste the taste of blood first.

Lin Haohao feels better now, perhaps because the vulture in charge has been turning over for himself, so that he has neither been sunburned nor soaked.

But when the vulture seems to be about to eat itself, a jackal dog comes running and seems to want to share its own dog meat with the vulture.

"Hey, it's sad, it's okay for vultures to eat, old jackal, you are also a dog, dog eats dog, a mouthful of hair, do you think you can go down!"

Lin Haohao's heart was desperately trying to struggle, he was now facing the sky with his back, and his appearance was unsightly.

"You should be wearing a pair of pants."

But more importantly, important areas like the belly and armpits are exposed, making them more vulnerable.

"Hmph, Rippy Dog, Bald Eagle, can you let me turn over and eat from my back first?"

Thinking of this, Lin Haohao's small skin tweaked secretly, and his four calves shook vigorously, surprisingly, his body could move a little, but it was still a lot short of turning over.

"Hey......"

"Whew!"

The moment the old jackal was about to put his mouth down, the vulture moved, its wide wings fluttered and flapped, and its long neck poked out and pecked at the old jackal.

The ferocity of the old jackal's disguise was finally seen through by the vulture.

No one is a young eagle, how can they be easily deceived.

The vultures have long seen that:

The old jackal's muscles are already very loose and falling, the skin is prickly, the luster is gone, the eyebrow bones are high, the eye sockets are deeply collapsed, and the fur on both sides of the mouth has become white, which shows that it is already a twilight old jackal.

Vultures don't care about such an old jackal.

Mouth peck, claw scratch!

"I want to cheat and eat and drink under the mouth of this vulture, and find death."

The old jackal grinned and wanted to scare away the vulture again, but it exposed its weakness even more, its canine teeth were no longer white, nor sharp, once like a sharp knife, now like an old bamboo shoot.

The vulture ignored it, its sharp claws grabbing at its cheek.

The action is decisive and merciless.

The old jackal's heart was cold, and he knew that his disguise had failed.

It didn't want to clash with the vulture.

After barking twice, all the hypocritical weapons were unloaded, and he reverted back to a decadent and old jackal, turned around, bowed his head and slid away.

The vulture showed no mercy, and its heart did not have the word forgiveness.

It jumped to its feet, its broad wings enveloping the old jackal with a strong wind.

The fight of the old jackal trapped beast.

After some struggle, he managed to escape from the vulture's claws.

The old jackal, covered with wounds, ran hard for a while, and when he looked back and saw that the fierce vulture did not chase after him, he was relieved.

When it came back, it felt dizzy, and the distance was like a white mist, constantly fluctuating.

Where is the road ahead?

Anyway, I can't see it, so it's better to rest for a while.

The old jackal trembled on all fours and lay down.

The fight was so tiring that it gasped for a while, then lost its strength and said goodbye to the world.

It was still so hot and humid on the Nabu Tamura grassland, and the occasional gust of wind carried the news of the old jackal to a distant land.

The jackals smelled the smell and were unmoved.

There was only one lame hyena, also old, who rushed unhurriedly under the scorching sun.

This grassland cleaner became the mourner of the old jackal.

......

And the vulture, which had driven away the old jackal, was so hot that it opened its mouth and panted for breath, and bent its wings to let the wind blow under its armpits in order to lower the temperature.

At this time, it was also very tired, and even its appetite had decreased, but it knew that it could not wait any longer, it was noon, and when the weather was cold, the large predators set out, and they would not be able to protect their food.

The vulture came to Lin Haohao's side, poked out its hooked beak, and babbled towards Lin Haohao's armpit.