Pet King

The wild boar's theoretical combat power was very powerful, and once it charged, its momentum was unstoppable. But it really couldn't beat the Wolf Pack, because the Wolf Pack had tactical cooperation and wouldn't let them charge easily.

Not to mention the Wolf Pack, even the well-trained hunting dogs could drive the wild boars out of their hiding places and let the hunters deal with them, although they could not beat the wild boars.

This group of wild boars was exhausted from the chase of the wolves and was annoyed by the high-frequency noise. Their eyes had long turned red, and they only wanted to find the source of the noise and stab it with their fangs.

The leading boar, which weighed 400 kilograms, was the wild boar King of this forest. When its eggs were cut off, it weighed almost 10 kilograms. Its whole body exuded a violent aura caused by excessive male hormones. Even hunters despised such a giant wild boar because its eggs emitted an extremely strong odor, causing the meat to taste terrible.

It led the wild boars in the forest and was being chased by the wolves. As soon as it started to speed up, it hit a tree. Now that they had come to the seaside meadow with fewer trees, their speed had taken off. It was no exaggeration to say that even if a small car stopped in front of them, it could flip it over.

It howled as it ran, venting the anger in its chest.

However, wild boars had poor vision, especially static vision. They were basically blind at night, and could only vaguely see a light not far away, and the fragrance of grains nearby.

Kachaa!

The Super-short-sighted wild boar did not see a tree as thick as a bowl in front of it and just ran straight into it. Its shoulders, which were getting thicker and thicker because it often scratched the tree, hit the tree trunk hard. It did not feel any pain, but became even more furious. It used all its strength and broke the tree in half.

The male wild boar was so happy that it felt invincible.

At this time, it felt something that could move fall on its back. This thing was alive, and it could use its sharp claws to hook the hair on its back to prevent it from falling.

It was a cat. It had been lying on the tree and had fallen onto the boar's back after the tree was broken.

The boar's neck was too thick for it to turn its head. It couldn't see what was on its back, but it could tell from the smell that it was a North American mountain cat or a cougar, because there were only these two types of felines in the forest.

As for their weight, the difference between the weight of a house cat, a mountain cat, and a cougar was no different in front of a 400-kilogram wild boar King. Its eyes were red, and it had already put its brain into its balls and loaded the gun.

The Wolf Pack was fine, but how could a mere cougar dare to mess with a taisui?

It knew that these felines 'routine was to jump on its back and bite its throat or neck. Of course, it couldn't let them succeed, so it ran even faster, broke through the fence, and trampled the new crops in the field into mud. Finally, it hit the wall of a wooden house, which collapsed half of the house, and the cat on its back was thrown off by the impact.

The people in the room looked at a huge pig's head in confusion. When they came to their senses, they screamed in shock and ran away through the cracked wall.

Immediately after, the other boars excitedly followed their leader into the village. They did not know why they had rushed in, but they just wanted to feel good.

The wild boars rampaged through the village's roads, and no one could or dared to stop them.

Ever since the village was built, there had never been such a huge chaos.

However, this was only the beginning. It was far from the end.

The frequency of Sihwa's singing was still rising rapidly. At present, it was beyond the range of the human ear's hearing, so the remaining guards and villagers suddenly felt quiet, but the symptoms of nausea and blurred vision were intensifying. They could even feel blood flowing through their temples, and they were in pain from jumping.

This was the so-called "great sound hopes for sound." The loudest sound could not be heard.

Pa~

Pa la~

A tiny crack appeared on the glass of one of the wooden houses 'Windows. Then, the cracks spread rapidly like a cobweb, as if an invisible hand had carved a leafless tree on the glass. Finally, it shattered to one side.

For quartz glass, sound frequencies that reached or exceeded 20000 Hertz would cause resonance. A few human male or female soprano singers could do this at close range, shattering thin glass such as red wine glasses. However, from the beach to the village, to be able to shatter glass at such a distance was not something that humans could do.

Not only this window, but all the windows in the village were breaking, and like an infectious disease, it spread to the pottery and porcelain products.

The people whose vision was getting more and more blurry saw in horror that there was no earthquake, but the water in the cup and pot rippled as if they were placed in a microwave.

They could no longer tell if this was an Illusion or Reality. They only knew that if this continued, everyone's brains would probably be cooked.

It was unknown who was the first to run. It could be a farmer or a guard. The high-frequency sound wave, which had a frequency close to the microwave range, seemed to have returned their brainwashed minds to their primitive state. They were driven by their survival instinct, and their survival instinct told them to run quickly, as staying here would only lead to death.

With one person running, the others all ran out of the village. Their minds couldn't hold anything else, and they could only run.

A few of the more determined guards, or rather, the more brainwashed guards, tried to stop their fleeing colleagues and even raised their taser guns to threaten them. However, they were quickly drowned by the flood of villagers and wild boars, knocked down and stepped on a few times.

The spreading panic made the trend of collapse unstoppably. If this was a more densely populated place, such as a Stadium, a large-scale trampling tragedy would have already happened.

The people ran in three different directions except for the beach and plunged into the forest. In the dark, they ran around mindlessly.

Some of them only stopped when they were out of breath and could no longer run. They held onto the trees and panted for their lives, turning around in fear.

They had been running for a long time and thought that they had run quite far. In the dark forest, they could still vaguely see the lights on the small Highland.

Had that terrifying sound stopped?

Since they couldn't hear the sound anymore, they couldn't tell if the sound had stopped. The only way to judge was to run back and try it out in person ... But who would be willing to do that?

There were also many people who had better physical strength. They ran even deeper into the forest in one breath. They couldn't even see the lights. There was no moon in the sky, and their surroundings were pitch black. They couldn't even find their direction, so how could they talk about going back? He could only climb up a tree or start a fire to avoid the wild beasts, and think of a way during the day.