Pascal placed Jela on the side of the warthog so that Jela could bite the warthog as soon as he stretched his head. Jela was really hungry, and he was not polite to Pascal. He opened his mouth and bit the warthog. Unfortunately, after one bite, nothing came out.
The warthog's skin was too hard for it, and Jela felt as if she had bitten a stone. The smell of blood and fresh meat filling his nostrils made Jela's mouth continuously secrete saliva. It raised its head, smacked its lips, and took another bite. This time, it put its front paws on the warthog's belly and worked with its mouth from side to side, but it was still helpless against the thick-skinned warthog.
Jela's eyes were almost burning when he looked at the warthog in front of him. What could be more miserable than having a piece of meat in front of him but not being able to eat it? At this time, Jela was aroused. It circled around the warthog and finally chose the softer buttocks of the warthog. But the warthog's buttocks were leaning against a thick tree, and it was impossible for Gera to bite directly. It was also very difficult to bite the warthog from the side.
Jela's little paws were on the warthog, trying to climb up, because its legs were injured and it seemed a little unsteady. After finally climbing halfway, it slipped off the warthog and took a mouthful of mud.
Jela shook his head and took a look at Pascal, who was squatting next to him, and saw that he was looking at him with interest, as if he was having a good show, and had no intention of taking the initiative to help.
Jela, who couldn't eat food, felt fooled and simply stopped doing useless work. Instead, he lay down angrily with his back to Pascal, while trying to fight against the desire for food and blood, while recovering the previously consumed energy. physical strength.
Pascal walked up to it, and Jela could see from the reflection in his eyes that he had become a little cat.
"Little one, is it that difficult for you to ask me for help?"
"But you just want to see me make a fool of myself, don't you? If you don't satisfy your bad taste, I'm afraid I won't be able to find peace." Hunger and anger overcame Jela's fear of Pascal. There is nothing it can do to Pascal now. So happy and angry.
"Am I too indulgent to you, huh? How dare you talk to me like that!" Pascal narrowed his eyes. When the lion restrained his kindness, his domineering and bloody side was fully revealed.
Jela was so small against the huge symmetry of the lion's body that he had no doubt that he could be flattened by the lion as long as he stretched out a paw.
Jela's little body shrank and crouched in the corner, not daring to look into Pascal's eyes. The sharpness and ferocity contained in those vertical pupils sent chills all over his body.
"Look at you, you have to do this to be more obedient." Pascal calmed down his aura and looked at the little lion being frightened by it. He was in a good mood. No wonder Leo dads like to show off to their kids from time to time, it feels really good.
Well, he admitted that he just liked to bully the little guy, watching the little guy feel aggrieved but afraid to say anything. However, he is the only one who can bully the little guy.
At this time, Pascal still didn’t know where this feeling came from and how far it would develop in the future.
Pascal shook his dense mane: "Listen, it won't do you any good to choke on me. I said, from now on, I will be your father, and you can ask me for help." As he said that, he stepped forward. He tore a piece of meat from the warthog's thigh and gave it to Jela.
Although after being intimidated by Pascal, Jera has greatly reduced his appetite, but he still needs food—even if his mouth doesn't need it, his stomach also needs it.
Seeing Jela chewing the meat he fed it, Pascal actually felt a little satisfied in his heart.
"After eating, take a good rest and don't run around. If you are caught by a hyena again, I won't care about you."
"knew."
Not long after eating, Jela fell asleep. It needs rest to recover its strength and wounds on its body. When it faced Pascal's pressure just now, its nerves were tense and it consumed a lot of energy. Now it was really sleepy.
Seeing that Jela was asleep, Pascal did not disturb him, but stood up and walked towards the outside of the nest.
Generally, lions like to be active at night, but this habit is much weaker in him.
Pascal is not like the male lions in other territories. Apart from eating and sleeping, he just patrols the territory leisurely, or flirts with his wife, and occasionally shows off his majesty as a lion when foreign enemies invade. The work of patrolling the territory was handed over to the other three lions in turn. He didn't have to worry about it. He spent more time training himself and improving his abilities.
In a burst of dazzling golden light, Pascal once again transformed into a human form. He walked to an open place, from where he could see a group of vultures flying in the sky. These guys didn't know where they found good things again, and this time, when they were rushing to the food as usual, When they arrived at their location, little did they know that they had already embarked on a journey to death.
Pascal raised his left hand, and a golden ball of light quickly brewed above his palm. The sizzling sound in the air showed that the energy of this ball of light should not be underestimated. The light ball was thrown into the sky, and as the crackling sound spread, soon, the vultures fell from the mid-air without falling to the ground. This group of unlucky guys who were used as training subjects by Pascal simply suffered an unreasonable disaster. If God knew it, he would also lament their luck.
The goshawk, which was circling in the sky for food, saw this scene and was frightened. He quickly told his tribe the news, warning them to be careful when hunting over the territory of the male lion Pascal! Otherwise, you might end up like those unlucky vultures one day, turning into a bunch of roasted birds.
The members of the Pascal pride obviously noticed this movement. Unlike the panic of the birds on the grassland, they were very surprised by it.
"To be able to hit the power wave so far, your power level must have reached level four. As expected of you! Oh, let me think about it, it seems that it has only been less than two years since you broke through level three, right? "
"Now, even if the city lord sends his guards to chase you, you don't have to be afraid. You have suffered a lot in terms of level before!"
"However, to be honest, I still find it a bit incredible. After all, it took the Lord five years to break through from the second level to the third level, and his breakthrough speed is already very fast. There is no reason for him to break through in such a short time. I can still break through again. I don’t know what method you used... Oh, I hope this will not have a negative impact on your body."
The members of the Pascal pride never seem to have to worry about food, and they have strong hunting abilities. Under the same circumstances, they hunt twice as much prey as the Garneran Lions, or even more.
Today, they hunted a buffalo, which was enough to feed every member of the pride. In order to take care of the new member of the pride, the lionesses even took back a dying calf so that Jela could practice hunting.
In other lion groups, the lionesses are the wives of male lions except for the daughters of male lions. However, in the Pascal group, Pascal, the leader of the male lions, is still single, and there is only one couple in the entire group. They all have the ability to transform into human form. Compared with ordinary lions, they have more powerful power, but their ability to reproduce is far inferior to ordinary lions. This resulted in no cubs being born in the Pascal pride for a long time, and now, Jela is the only cub in the pride. Of course, it received extra care from the lionesses.
Jela poked his head out of the cave. In order to avoid the wind and rain, Pascal put it in a small cave to recuperate and carefully covered it with grass. But before finding the cave, Jela was still caught in the rain. So, before the injury healed, Jela unfortunately fell ill.
It looked at the calf struggling in terror in front of it with some sadness. Out of instinct, it wanted to pounce on it and bite its throat, but it couldn't find the strength.
"What's wrong, you poor little thing?" Amy, the gentlest among the lionesses, walked up to Jela and rubbed Jela's small body. Although Jela appeared in animal form, she did not ignore the blush on Jela's face: "You are sick, aren't you? You are really hot."
Jela was already feeling dizzy, but after being exposed to the sun, his head was shaken even more dizzy. It shook its head, trying to wake up, but it failed. Now, its head seems to be filled with paste and it can't think about anything. Relying on the experience of its previous life, it knew that it had a fever.
The cubs are very fragile and can be killed by any disease. Even among lions, the mortality rate of cubs is very high. Only the strong cubs can survive, and Jela happens to belong to the category that is not strong.
After discovering Jera's abnormality, Amy quickly took it back to the cave, licked the hair on its head lovingly, and removed a piece of dead grass hanging from its head: "Little guy, be strong. Son."
Amy bit off the calf's neck and handed it to Jela, but Jela had no appetite at all. The usually hearty meal for it had completely lost its appeal at this time. It shook its head gently, closed its eyes, and lay on the ground again. If its small body wasn't still heaving with breathing, anyone would suspect that it was dead.
"Oh, it's the biggest mistake to let a male lion take care of a cub!" At this moment, Amy's love for the lion cub exceeded her awe for the lion leader: "We actually abandoned the injured lion cub. Give it to a lion! It can’t go on like this! This mistake shouldn’t be continued!”
"What are you talking about?" came a rich male voice.
"I said, Jela must be taken care of by us, and we can no longer let him live with Master Pascal. I must say, Master Pascal is really a very bad breeder!"
"It sounds like you have a strong opinion of me?"
It wasn't until this moment that Amy's over-expanded mind cooled down—she recognized who the owner of that voice was.
The courage in her body immediately drained away like a popped balloon. She looked a little reserved, even at a loss. However, she still stopped in front of Jela and stammered to repeat her point of view: "My lord, you didn't take good care of the cubs - in fact, you didn't take good care of the cubs. It’s up to the male lions to take care of the cubs.”
Pascal frowned and glanced at Amy, who was obviously lacking in confidence, and Jela who was lying on the ground: "You pamper it too much."
He pushed the calf's body in front of Jela, almost directly to Jela's mouth: "Hey, little guy, get up and eat. Listen, you have to eat - if you want to live."
After finding that the conclusion fell on deaf ears, he even tried to rip a piece of meat from the calf and force it into Jela's mouth.
Seeing the lion's rough look, Amy couldn't help it anymore: "Sir, please don't be like this. This is just a sick child! You know, in our infancy, we are much more fragile than those pure beasts. More." She thought of the cub she had given birth to by mating with an ordinary lion before she met Pascal, and that fragile cub left her like this.
"So, what are you going to do? Try to persuade it to eat and then be rejected?"
"At least you shouldn't be so rough!" Amy argued rationally: "Also, you should care more about Jela. I know that it is not your child, but since you have decided to be its father, you should Should care about it.”
"Listen, this is my child. How to raise it is my business. I won't allow you to instill some wrong information into it. This will not do it any good." The aura of the lion filled the entire cave. Suddenly, Amy began to tremble all over: "Also, you should know that this is my resting place. No one can come in or out at will without my permission. Now, get out."
Amy was speechless, she could only run away with her tail between her legs. When Pascal spoke in this tone, no one had the courage to go against his words.
After driving away the eyesore, Pascal turned his attention to the listless little lion. For Gela, Pascal was never a gentle adopter. When he was in a good mood he would tease Jela badly, but now, he was so rational that it was almost harsh.
"Hey, little guy, I know you don't want to eat anything. It's hard to be sick. I've tasted what it's like, but now is not the time to let you be willful. If you eat, you will have the strength to recover. If you don't eat, maybe in You will starve to death before you get better." Pascal said: "Live or die, you choose. If you choose the latter, I will throw you out now and let the predators take you away."
Perhaps because of his illness, Jela looked much more fragile than usual. His big watery eyes stared at Pascal pitifully, and he sniffed, looking a little aggrieved. It's not that it didn't understand these principles in normal times, but now, it prefers to be coaxed.
"We are making a living on the grassland and have no arbitrary rights." Pascal looked at Jela, lowered his head, bit the meat into pieces, and handed it to Jela's mouth. Looking at Jela's surprised eyes, he moved away. He looked at me and said, "It's just this once, it won't happen next time."
Jela looked at the minced meat with a look of disgust on his face. It was all drool. Are he and this male lion so close that they would eat each other's saliva? However, seeing the lion's increasingly bad expression, Jela did not dare to say this.
In the next few days, in order to cool down Jela, Pascal gave it a 'bath' every day. Big cats don’t like to have their skin touched by water. For big cats, bathing means licking them from head to toe. In the past, in the Ghanaian pride, this work was done by Jela himself.
At that time, it didn't think there was anything wrong with this way of bathing, but now, having close contact with Pascal every day, Jela felt that the whole person, ah no, the whole lion was not well.
There is no doubt that when Pascal patiently takes care of Gela, he still seems very reliable, but this kind of close contact will give Gela an illusion that they are actually very close. After enjoying Pascal's service again, Jela secretly reminded herself.
Although the male lion seems to be working very hard to feed itself, in the final analysis it is just a food reserve for the male lion. If you take it lightly, you don't know how you will die. Fortunately, the male lion would bully it from time to time to remind it of this "truth".
Pascal did not notice these little thoughts of Jela. Even if he noticed it, I'm afraid he wouldn't care too much. After all, watching Jeragan get anxious and then make some resistance that seemed to him to have little effect was also one of his pleasures.
The weather is getting colder and colder, which gives a signal to the creatures who make a living on this prairie: winter is coming. Although he said he was unwilling to pamper Jela, Pascal still took the little lion under his belly when it was shivering from the cold.
Resting on the warm and soft belly fur of the male lion, the little lion rubbed it contentedly and unconsciously called "Mom" in his sleep. The lion's face quickly turned dark. Between "shaking the cub up so that it can see who it is leaning on" and "letting it continue to sleep", the lion chose the latter.
Forget it, he thought, if he shakes the little guy awake now, he probably won't be able to have a good rest. For the sake of the fact that the little guy is still a wounded and sick person, let him be spared for the time being. Anyway, when the injury heals, he will have plenty of time to let the little cub understand whether it is the "mother" or the "father" who raises it.
Carefully raising his head, looking at the livid look on the lion's face, Jela showed a sly smile. Let this guy always take pleasure in bullying it! Although the force value is not proportional now and revenge cannot be obtained, it is still a sense of accomplishment to be able to make this annoying big guy angry.