The mature male wild boar was truly too ferocious.
Its eyes were bloodshot red with anger and fear.
Although falling into the trap meant there was no immediate worry of it escaping, for the slaves to want to kill it and then drag it up was also not an easy matter.
They had to use large boulders to throw down to exhaust it, and then use long spears to stab it continuously.
Several times, there were even slaves who were almost pulled down into the trap by the wildly struggling strength of the wild boar.
Sounds of chaotic shouting rang out all over the sparse forest.
Fortunately, in the end, it was frightening but not dangerous.
It took more than half a day, and the wild boar's head was completely smashed, with blood dyeing the bottom of the pit red, before they waited until the wild boar had completely stopped breathing.
The thick smell of blood rose up, but for these people who were starving and thirsty, that was the most alluring fragrance.
