Live Wilderness Adventure

Chapter 916: They Are All One Group

It was clearly midday, but the sparse woods were eerily quiet.

No insects, no wind, no rustling of dead leaves being crushed.

The male lion lay down on the ground. A slender and straight arrow was inserted into its back waist. The dark red blood flowing from the wound glued the hair together, as if it had been coated with thick black mud. piece.

The lion's chest heaved very violently, and every breath seemed to be exhausted. It tried to absorb as much oxygen as possible, so that the pitifully small amount of blood could be sent to the whole body through the blood vessels.

Bi Fang, who was hiding in the shadows, didn't make any unnecessary movements. He stood still, and seemed to be able to hear the sound of the seriously injured lion struggling to breathe, like an old bellows that was aging and damaged, and was about to collapse.

Seeing this scene, Bi Fang did not act rashly.

The exposed, black and reflective arrow shaft is undoubtedly carbon fiber, and the unique shield-shaped feathers of the arrow feathers prove that this arrow is by no means a rough product cut by a primitive tribe with a dagger, but From the assembly line of modern industrial society.

Those who shoot this arrow are definitely not tribal people who are ignorant of the law, but are well-educated, have a certain social status, and have the financial resources to train the elite of this minority sport.

At this time, Bi Fang suddenly realized what those guys who had been hiding in the dark had used the elephant corpse to trap.

A male lion.

A majestic lion.

Judging from the color of the mane and the other party's deliberation, this is most likely the lion king of a certain lion group.

"The elephant carcass is the bait, and the purpose is the lion, and it is not an ordinary poaching. The other party wants to satisfy his hunting desire to kill the lion."

Bi Fang finally understood the other party's purpose.

No poacher will use flashy bows and arrows, only hunting enthusiasts who want to hunt large beasts will use this cold weapon.

The elephant was nothing more than bait for a hunting trap.

Knowing this, there was an instant uproar in the live broadcast room.

Everyone is in disbelief.

A bloody and illegal poaching activity happened in front of tens of millions of audiences in such a grandiose manner without any cover-up, and the root cause was just that a certain social elite wanted to satisfy his desire to hunt ferocious beasts.

He only needs to pay a considerable amount of money to have someone prepare everything, and finally shoot that deadly arrow by himself.

In an instant, everyone seemed to smell the bloody smell that permeated the air, thick and thick.

[Sentencing poachers to death, let me see who dares to poach]

[As long as there is money to be made, any punishment is useless. On the contrary, if the poaching is discovered, the discoverer will be killed directly. After all, they are all death sentences, nothing more than killing one more. 】

[What kind of skill is archery, if you like to hunt, fight 1-on-1 with lions! 】

Unfortunately, Bi Fang has no time to respond to everyone's anger right now.

He did not forget that he did not come here following the footsteps of the lion king, but the traces left by poachers!

A lion wounded by a modern weapon proves beyond doubt that the group of poachers are here, in this forest!

Many viewers who reacted quickly also understood that after telling others the guess that the poachers might be nearby, the atmosphere of the entire live broadcast room changed immediately.

Some people are nervous, some are worried, and some even hide a trace of excitement.

Want to go?

Or retreat and wait for the people from the protection center to arrive?

In fact, as early as yesterday when the elephant corpse was found and human traces were found nearby, Bi Fang had already asked the audience in the live broadcast room to notify the protection center first.

In the end, the reply was that they would send someone to investigate as soon as possible.

But Bi Fang was worried that the poachers would succeed in their plot, so he chased after them first.

The problem now is that it only took Bi Fang a day to successfully catch up with the target, but there is still no sign that the protection center will send people.

Looking at the heaving, dying lion, it was clear that there were not many choices left for Bi Fang.

He hid behind the tree, with his back tightly attached to the trunk, retracted his limbs to reduce the exposed area of ​​his body, and pressed Harley into the bushes to prevent him from showing his head.

The situation was a bit unexpected, and it was already impossible for Harley to leave independently.

In fact, after nearly two months of training, Harley has already been able to gallop on the grassland alone. Bi Fang originally planned to release him in these two days.

But accidents are always caught off guard, but unfortunately there is not much room for regret right now.

Perhaps everyone once hid a heart of murder and arson. Bi Fang didn't have much fear in his emotions. He held the short spear in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand slowly protruded.

Adventure, experienced too many times.

He was no longer the rough iron embryo that had just been poured, and even had a strange shape.

Every exploration in the wilderness is a solid hammer on this rough iron embryo.

The harvest is not just the orange sparks that burst out under the collision of high temperature and high pressure.

The heart was beating steadily and powerfully in the solid chest, and every time it pumped an astonishing amount of blood rushing through the blood vessels, rushing like a sea tide.

The situation of the enemy is unknown for the time being, the only thing that can be confirmed is that there are at least three people, a guide, a planner, and the ultimate hunter.

There are many enemies and we are few, so it is not a good choice to be opened first, and it is still unknown where the opponent is and how far away it is.

Therefore, even if the lion is dying, all Bi Fang can do is wait for the other party to appear first, and ask the audience to send a message to the protection center.

He carefully took out the camouflage made of shrubs and rattan from the bag, and put it on his body almost motionlessly, blending in with the surrounding environment.

Time passed minute by minute in a calm wait, and under the tense atmosphere, every second seemed to be stretched infinitely.

The lion king's panting became heavier and heavier. It can be seen that it tried to struggle, get up from the ground, and leave here, but the excessive bleeding made its physical strength approach the limit. At this time, there was no extra physical strength for this A badly headed male lion performs no movement other than breathing.

Countless possible outcomes kept popping up in the minds of countless people, imagining what the poachers who would come out would look like.

During such a wait, the conservation center finally responded, and an "old acquaintance" appeared, revealing the identity of the injured lion.

"Barry, you mean it's Cecil the Lion?"

Holding the spear in his arms, Bi Fang saw the bold font in the barrage at a glance.

He never brought a mobile phone with him in the live broadcast in the wilderness. In view of the lessons learned from the past, Langya set up this function in the live broadcast room. When there is a major event that needs to be contacted, this red enlarged font will appear, just like leaving a message.

The responder from the protection center was the old breeder Barry whom Bi Fang had met when he was developing a relationship with Harley.

After a few words were exchanged, Bi Fang immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

This group of poachers was far more than three, and there were many.

And the opponent not only hunted the lion king, but also snatched the cubs of the entire lion group!