Super Zoo-Chapter 801 - 780: The Enemy of an Enemy is a Friend

"Damn it, why is there such a large pack of wolves?!"

Without Avitu needing to explain further, the same question arose in everyone's minds.

It's true that this is a mountain region, and a few wolves in the mountains is normal, but a change in quantity leads to a change in quality—there are at least twenty to thirty wild wolves right in front of us.

Animals all have their own territories and ranges of activity; normally, for such a large pack of wolves, it wouldn't be unusual for their activity to span dozens of kilometers. If there were a large number of wolves in the mountains, Avitu, who lives at the foot of the mountains, would certainly be aware of them.

They had not ventured far into the mountain range, so it was unlikely that the wolves would settle close by; moreover, wolves generally hunt at night. Though there was fog in the forest, it was broad daylight now, with the sun still high in the sky—encountering a pack of wolves was truly bewildering.

There was no time to think any further, as the wolf pack had already charged near; several horses, frightened, immediately bolted.

Horses are easily startled animals; they might not lose to a wolf in single combat, but facing a pack is a completely different concept.

Even if there were four fierce tigers present, they wouldn't fare well against dozens of wolves.

These horses were raised by people from the village; Avitu could not stand by and watch the wolves hunt, so he aimed his gun at the leading horse and was about to fire.

Unexpectedly, the wolves, indifferent to the meal that seemed to be within their grasp, paid no attention to the frightened horses that were running away; they split around the carriage naturally and continued to race ahead alongside it.

They neither hunted the horses nor harassed the humans inside the carriage; they just ran forward as if their lives depended on it.

One of the horses, startled, ran in the wrong direction, directly into the oncoming wolf pack; terrified, it spun around on the spot and neighed tragically. The wolf pack, as if oblivious, did not slow down one bit and brushed past the horse as they ran towards the forest.

"Something's not right! They're not hunting!" Suming suddenly realized—the wild wolves were not playing the role of the hunter; they were fleeing!

As an experienced mountaineer and hunter, Avila had also come to this realization.

The mystery was, what kind of animal in the mountains could make a large pack of wild wolves flee in such terror?

Could it be bears? But these large creatures are not social animals. Bears, living in family units, couldn't pose such a significant threat.

Lions, tigers? There was no record of any lion or tiger communities in the Carpathian Mountains. Besides, tigers aren't social animals.

"Everyone be careful, it could be wild boars!" Avitu showed a rare look of tension, with beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks.

It seemed there was no other possibility; only packs of wild boars could scare away packs of wild wolves.

He would rather face lions or tigers than wild boars! These creatures, covered in armor and incredibly strong, are highly aggressive and will crush everything in their path. Carriages might withstand wolves or even tigers, but they wouldn't stand a chance against the impact of several hundred pounds of large wild boar.

Even a double-barreled shotgun wouldn't be very effective against a wild boar.

Judging by the momentum, what was chasing them wasn't just one wild boar!

"Damn it, why have I never heard of any wild boar herds in the mountains?" Avitu felt like he was an outsider, as many common beliefs were being overturned.

Su Meng clenched his fists, baring a fierce smile; his joints crackled crisply.

But it was futile; against one wild boar, he could manage, but against a troop of large wild boars, Su Meng was also at a loss. He vividly remembered the scene in Sun Town when he and his second senior brother were evenly matched, only to be trampled over by a herd of wild boars as if they were a train running over him from behind.

Chengcheng suddenly pulled on Suming's arm: "Big brother, hurry and have these wild wolves help us fight against the wild boars!"

To be fair, the adults' reactions were actually slower than a child's. With boundless imagination, she only knew that Suming was capable of taming beasts and the incoming enemy was formidable; naturally, she thought of having Suming keep the pack of wild wolves for a cooperative assault on the enemy.

Although the people from Huaxia in the carriage were uncertain whether Suming could pull it off, they still looked at him with hopeful eyes.

After all, they had witnessed more than once Suming's methods of dealing with wild beasts. When it came to taming animals, they believed no one else could possibly enter their minds besides Suming.

Among Suming's fans, some even believed that he might naturally possess the ability to bond with animals.

A large pack of wild wolves was not to be trifled with either. Having twenty or thirty wolves to assist, along with several people and a gun, would significantly improve their odds. Nature's rules of interdependence and restraint are mysterious; a few wild boars could scare away a large pack of wolves, but if the wolves could organize, they were also adept at hunting boars.

"What? How could wild wolves listen to a human? Don't take risks…"

Before Avitu could finish, Suming had already burst out of the carriage door.

His spiritual power was affected but not completely useless. The moment he dashed out, his spiritual power spread like a net, enveloping seven or eight large Grey Wolves running by his side.

A few wolves immediately conveyed a sense of intense fear, seemingly terrified by the creature behind them.

Fortunately, they were somewhat obedient, and their fear could be controlled by spiritual power.

He gained control in an instant, but still had to put on a bit of a show.

After acquiring spiritual power, to prevent being overly suspected, Suming studied a variety of official and unconventional methods of beast taming, and self-directed a set of 'taming language and movements', dramatized and lifelike. Every time he 'tamed' beasts in public, he would perform an act as a cover.

Several large Grey Wolves slowed down, stopping nearby, watching Suming with 'suspicion and curiosity', waiting for him to finish his frantic gestures and dances before they 'cautiously' approached Suming.

Suming tiptoed back onto the carriage, pulling out several large pieces of beef jerky and tossing them out of the window. The Grey Wolves, munching on the beef jerky, some laid down hidden under the carriage, while others leaped onto the roof, eagerly watching the direction of the forest they came from.

The people inside the carriage were all stunned. Nangong Yan whispered in Suming's ear, 'How on earth did you do it?' Avitu was even more shocked, mouth agape, staring at Suming as if he had seen a ghost.

"Hahaha, as long as big brother is here, there's nothing to fear from any monsters or demons!" Only Chengcheng held her head high, beaming with pride, with an 'I knew there was nothing to worry about' expression.

Zhao Yun chuckled, "The little girl does have guts."

"Shh..."

Suming gestured with his hands, signaling everyone to stay quiet.

Looking through the cracks in the partition, rustling sounds emerged from the distant forest, and the foliage trembled as though something was drawing nearer.

After a low moan, a wolf covered in blood crawled out of the forest.

It really crawled, not walked, like a wolf drained of strength, abdomen scraping the ground, limbs feeble as it slowly emerged from the forest, leaving behind a long trail of blood.

Just as Suming was about to use his spiritual power to save this unlucky creature, the sound of flapping wings suddenly filled the air, and a swarm of strange creatures flew out of the woods, skimming low to the ground.

One of them, spreading its wings wide, enveloped the crawling unfortunate wolf in an instant, opened its gaping maw, and savagely bit down on the wolf's head.

Even from a distance, one could hear a clear 'crack'. The unfortunate wolf couldn't even cry out before it was immediately dead.