Brian proved to be an experienced warrior, quickly realizing the additional uses of the bows and arrows.

There was no need for Enzo to prompt him.

Along with several other tribe members, including Tia, they began crafting bows and arrows.

Two hours later, they had produced seven more bows, over two hundred arrows, and dozens of wooden spears with newly sharpened and carbonized tips.

With the weapons ready, the next step was to gather manpower.

Tia shouted loudly, her voice echoing across the entire camp.

Even alerting the elder priest Sovita, who came to Enzo amidst the crowd.

Instead of intervening, Sovita dispatched two tribal warriors, saying, “Rhode, Anse, accompany Enzo on his journey. Ensure his safety. And once you retrieve what you need, leave quietly. We don’t want to disturb the Boar King”

Rhode and Anse stepped forward, firmly declaring, “We will complete the mission!”

Enzo then selected five other tribe members, including Tia, along with himself, Rhode, and Anse, totaling eight individuals. They set off towards the domain of the Boar King.

Those not chosen returned to their dwellings, either to refine weapons or expand the caves.

In the center of the camp, Priest Sovita did not return to his dwelling.

He closed his eyes slightly, then suddenly opened them again.

Beside him, the tribal warrior Heru asked with some confusion, “Lord Sovita, why did you allow Lord Enzo to leave? He is the next priest of the Crimson Star Tribe, the hope of our tribe! If…”

Sovita sensed Heru’s concern.

He smiled and said, “Heru, you are the strongest among the tribal warriors. But you have not inherited the knowledge of the priesthood. You do not understand that feeling. Enzo is different. Moreover, before he came, I had a premonition that Enzo intended to go to the domain of the King Boar, and there would be a good harvest.”

Upon hearing this, Heru’s face showed shock.

He instinctively spoke, “Lord Sovita, are you able to use your abilities again?”

Priest Sovita’s ability was indeed precognition.

However, he could only foresee relatively short-term events, and they were usually minor changes, such as the weather in three or five days, or where there might be more game to hunt.

With his aging, this ability gradually faded.

But now, being able to foresee the results of the tribe’s hunting expeditions in advance, which were quite random, was a significant development.

Could it be…

Excitement gleamed in Heru’s eyes.

Sovita nodded, saying, “You guessed right. My ability has returned, and it’s even improved, all thanks to Enzo. Three days from now, Enzo will still become the new priest of the tribe, without any change. However, I might just have a chance to save my own life. Perhaps, there’s even a chance to return to our ancestral land.”

“Our ancestral land…” Heru muttered the phrase, which hadn’t been mentioned for a long time.

The Crimson Star Tribe once belonged to the Totem Tribes, occupying a vast territory with their own ancestral grounds, where they could commune with the gods.

But all of this was just speculation.

Such hidden ancient history was only known to the tribal priests of successive generations and the most powerful warriors of the tribe. Other members of the tribe were unaware.

In the forest, a group of people moved swiftly.

Under Tia’s guidance, they quickly arrived at the wild boar territory and found the location where they had discovered Enzo.

“It’s still there!” Tia pointed not far away.

Underneath towering trees lay a black backpack, its straps torn as if by something, but fortunately, it seemed mostly intact.

Enzo breathed a sigh of relief.

The contents of the backpack were likely still inside.

However, at that moment, the rapid footsteps of running animals echoed in the jungle. Several wild boars with brown-yellow stripes suddenly appeared, snorting and scraping their hooves against the ground, seemingly ready to charge at Enzo and the others at any moment.

Tia voiced her confusion, “What’s going on? These boars seem unusually aggressive?”

Their position was at the edge of the Fangtusk Wild Boar territory. According to common sense, these areas were less frequented by the boars. Moreover, with eight people present, the tusked boars, with their intelligence, would typically choose to flee rather than fight.

Unless something unusual had occurred within the territory of the tusked boar territory.

The group dared not be careless.

However, the backpack was right in front of them, and giving up was not an option.

Rhode, holding a spear, stepped forward and said, “Lord Enzo, I’m faster. I’ll go get the backpack, and you all cover me.”

Professionals handle their tasks professionally.

Enzo wasn’t skilled in combat, and seeing no objections from the others, he nodded and said, “Go ahead, but be careful.”

With permission granted, Rhode exerted force beneath his feet, shooting out like an arrow.

His speed left afterimages.

Could this be the strength of a tribal warrior?

Enzo was secretly amazed.

However, the situation broke apart with Rhode’s move. The boars, which had been poised to attack, charged forward rapidly. Their sharp tusks aimed at the group and at Rhode, who was picking up the backpack. Leaves were whipped up, and the ground trembled slightly.

“Attack, protect!” Enzo ordered.

The group hurled their spears, some hitting the boars while others landed in the path of the charging animals, hindering their movements.

But in the time it took to impede them, Rhode had already returned.

He handed over the backpack. “Lord Enzo, here’s your backpack.”

Enzo took it, holding it in his hands.

At that moment, the ground tremors intensified, growing stronger and more frequent.

Rhode and Anse’s expressions changed drastically as they shouted, “Not good, it’s the Boar King!”

As soon as they spoke, Enzo saw, a hundred meters away, a giant boar with tusks over a meter long charging towards them like a heavy tank.

“Get up the tree!” Enzo commanded.

In fact, it was the choice of everyone else too.

Faced with the Boar King, they were completely outmatched.

But a huge question lingered in everyone’s mind: why was the Boar King chasing them?

The Boar King usually lived deep within the boar forest and rarely ventured into the outskirts where food was scarce and stronger predators might be encountered.

Up in the tree, Tia supported Enzo, unable to resist asking, “Enzo, what do we do next?”

Others also looked to Enzo.

Subconsciously, the tribal priest was seen as capable of anything. Although Enzo’s combat experience was inferior to anyone else’s in the tribe, they still instinctively sought his opinion.

On the ground, the Boar King and its herd relentlessly rammed into the large tree.

Facing this situation, Enzo remained calm.

In his past life, he had encountered even more perilous situations in the wilderness.

Moreover, the tree they were on had a trunk diameter of over a meter. Although the Wild Boar King’s body was also over a meter wide, it was impossible for it to break such a large tree.

Thinking of this, Enzo reached out his hand and said, “Tia, give me the bow and arrow!”

Tia handed the bow and arrow.

Taking the bow and arrow, Enzo slowly pulled open the bowstring and aimed the arrow at the eyes of the Wild Boar King below the big tree.

Mastering archery skills is necessary for difficult wilderness survival.

Moreover, it’s still close range shooting.

Enzo aimed and then loosened the string.

The arrow shot out rapidly, and the Wild Boar King didn’t even react. The arrow inserted into the Wild Boar King’s right eye.

Roar——

The Boar King let out a painful roar and ran around wildly.

Even many wild boars with fangs were thrown away by the Wild Boar King, emitting painful screams before falling to the ground and convulsing, apparently directly killed by the collision.

The other faces were instantly delighted.

This is food!

However, Enzo did not pay attention to those ordinary fang wild boars, but looked at the wild boar king who was still running around, and a bold idea couldn’t help but emerge in his heart.

He’s going to hunt down that tusked wild boar king!

This is not a fantasy.

One of the eyes of the Wild Boar King was injured, and the arrows shot were inserted into half of it, about thirty centimeters long, which is highly likely to harm the Wild Boar King’s brain.

Moreover, the Wild Boar King was running around, which exacerbated the injury.

As long as you wait for a while, this wild boar king will have no resistance.

The situation was similar to what Enzo had anticipated.

In the continuous running, the Wild Boar King’s right eye kept spewing blood, and even his body was not very coordinated, obviously on the verge of exhaustion.

But at this moment, the Wild Boar King’s body emitted a silver white light.

Then, it charged again and collided towards the big tree where Enzo and his group were located.

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