Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

The current time period, for the breeding season of the musk oxen, is considered somewhat late, but not too late; a transitional period. For the herds of musk oxen, this is undoubtedly very challenging because they will form a formation. Under normal circumstances, musk oxen seem very docile; to conserve energy, they move particularly slowly, always appearing lazy. But when a herd of musk oxen feels threatened, they will circle up facing the enemy, hiding the calves in the middle. If the enemy is a wolf pacing around the herd, the herd will rotate with it, positioning the strongest oxen directly in front of it, with others as support. To the musk oxen, Bi Fang was that wolf. In such a situation, trying to tackle it alone was almost equivalent to a death wish. Bi Fang had hoped to catch a moment when the musk oxen herd was off-guard, such as when they were lying down to sleep, when there would always be one or two straying far from the rest of the group, presenting him an opportunity to strike. Unexpectedly, he now found musk oxen engaging in fierce battles for the sake of reproducing. This opportunity was much better than waiting for the musk oxen to be careless. For if a challenger failed, it would be driven out of the herd and left to roam the wilderness for the entire year that followed. In this respect, it was not much different from the wolf packs. "Perhaps they have just finished regrouping," Bi Fang speculated. Musk oxen are herd animals; typically, each large herd has a leader. But every large herd is divided into many smaller groups. Each small group consists of a bull, several cows, and calves. In the summer, musk oxen act in these small groups, but come winter, they regroup again. However, when recombining, they might not rejoin the same small group as before. In such cases, a new leader must be chosen, and with the restlessness of the breeding season, the males always seem a bit agitated. The rest and recuperation in summer allow these musk oxen to accumulate a lot of energy, full of vigour. The bulls will mark their own territories, enclosing the cows within and protecting them rigorously; no other ox may invade, or else, both sides will engage in a breathtaking battle for dominion. Perhaps this was one such moment. The sound of their repeated colliding, even from such a distance, was crystal clear, making many in the audience's scalp tingle. After another round of charging, both oxen shook their heads, and one of them, taking the lead, accelerated once more and launched into a fierce rush. The two nearly half-ton musk oxen slammed into each other with a fearsome force. This level of ferocity was alarming, and watching, Bi Fang genuinely felt headache on their behalf. And as for their battle, the cows didn't pay too much attention, the herd still leisurely grazing beside. Finally, the ox that initiated the charge sustained some minor injuries and began to lose ground, pushed back step by step. The audience couldn't help but feel anxious for it. Bi Fang indeed showed a look of delight; although it might seem like he was picking on the weaker one, the loser was simply the perfect hunting target. As a male, not only was it fat and strong, but it had also just gone through a life and death struggle, its head still in disarray—who else if not it? In such a duel, the loser would lose everything. The outcome of the fight was determined quickly; even the musk oxen themselves would struggle to withstand such charges, buckling after just a few rounds. With a final clash, one of the musk oxen was chased off, the victor chasing it for a few steps, bellowing a few times at the escapee, before returning to the midst of the herd. The loser seemed rather disheveled by now, looking at its herd with its head wobbling as if filled with paste. Bi Fang felt that even if it wasn't actually the case, it was nearly so. The defeated Musk Ox knew that in the coming year, it would have to wander alone. But the females didn't care about this, they didn't even give the loser a second glance, continuing to nibble at the moss, and eventually, the loser left in solitude. "Their life isn't that complicated, all they need to do is survive long enough to do what needs to be done." For some reason, the viewers all remembered what Bi Fang had said earlier. "Let's hurry and follow, what a golden opportunity!" Unlike the sentimental viewers, Bi Fang, who had been gnawing on random weeds all day and was starving, felt a surge of excitement and, grabbing the leash, took Sanshao in the direction of the loser to track it. However, considering that the herd of Musk Oxen was still nearby, Bi Fang didn't launch an attack right away, since nobody knew whether the herd would stay put and just watch if he made a move on the loser. Once they were far enough apart, Bi Fang didn't hesitate; he leaped out from the snow and chased after the Musk Ox's back. The defeated Musk Ox, either stunned from the recent fight or simply unaware, didn't react at all to Bi Fang charging towards it from behind. Only when Bi Fang got within ten meters and a Dart struck it did the Musk Ox realize danger had arrived. But as it turned its head, the second Dart was already coming straight at it. Two Short Spears comically stuck in the Musk Ox, and Bi Fang, having achieved his goal, didn't linger for a moment and turned to run. Sanshao, watching from a distance, jumped for joy at Bi Fang's success, seemingly anticipating that tonight's dinner would be exceptionally sumptuous. But they couldn't help feeling disappointed when they saw Bi Fang running back. "Hah, did it catch up?" After running dozens of meters, Bi Fang finally turned back to look and saw that the Musk Ox hadn't caught up. [Holy shit, did it get knocked silly?] [Is there a possibility, and I mean just a possibility, that it didn't feel like it was attacked (Dog's Head)?] Bi Fang panted heavily, surprised by the Musk Ox's patience and unaware of how much damage his Dart had caused. Normally, a Musk Ox's fur was over thirty centimeters long, like armor, and given their huge size, the two Short Spears sticking out of it looked rather comedic, like toothpicks. "It must be wounded." Bi Fang still had some confidence in his Dart throwing technique; even though Musk Oxen had long fur, the power of a Dart shouldn't be underestimated. "I sharpened a blood groove on the tip of the Dart; as long as the Musk Ox is wounded, it will continue to bleed." The Musk Ox didn't chase after him, perhaps it didn't realize this fact and just felt a slight pain in its body. On top of that, the recent fight had drained so much of its energy, it didn't show a tendency to fight. "This Musk Ox is very old, their trunk back grows saddle-shaped light-colored hair, and the older they get, the more prominent the white area becomes. This one's white is very clear, clearly old, there's no need for us to take risks. Just wait and see, wait a few more hours, it will become weak." To prevent a cornered beast from fighting back, Bi Fang withdrew from the area, moving out of the Musk Ox's line of sight. Minutes later, Bi Fang reached the area where the Musk Ox had just been, the air was tinged with a faint smell of blood. Indeed, the Musk Ox was wounded. Blood continuously oozed out of the Short Spears on the Musk Ox's body, staining the nearby fur into black clumps. Bi Fang confirmed his assumption, but he didn't rush forward, waiting for the opponent to be completely powerless was the best moment.