There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Whether these rock salts were formed after ancient seawater or lakes dried up, or formed through complex geological movements and sedimentation in the Earth's crust, this is a significant discovery. The fact that wild horses can eat this salt indicates that it contains no heavy metals and should be harmless to humans.

With salt, I can replenish my body's salt, preserve leftover food, and even openly make salted fish!

Yes, it's about making salted fish.

These horses really helped me a lot!

I'm glad I didn't leave easily and stayed to witness all of this.

Look at yourself! Can't you learn from these predecessors? All you do is eat, eat, eat! You have to try everything you see. If it weren't for my kindness, would you be so round and chubby?

While inwardly complaining about the meme-filled pony, I suddenly realized that I was now in a foreign land, far removed from the world, and that the pony that skillfully used memes was no longer by my side.

Fate is truly wondrous; in just twenty-four hours, everything has changed. If I could go back to last night, I would have let Little Horse eat two more strawberries.

I wonder what will happen to the animals on the ranch while I'm away. The two Alpha chicks can still live on Poppy's ranch, but I don't know what will happen to the meme-filled pony. Will it go out and find food on its own?

Oh, right, Gotz and Sebala are still working on my ranch. They'll definitely notice I'm missing and let the ponies out while they're looking for me. Mr. Dart and Lynn have probably been waiting for me all day, wondering why I didn't show up on time to open the canteen.

Don't worry about the kappa. Even if he doesn't watch the ranch for me, he'll report to Father Carter and tell him I'm missing.

Analyzing my subconscious urge to open a tavern from this perspective, I was simply trying to find something familiar in a completely unfamiliar place. If I couldn't find it, I decided to create it myself.

And so, the wild horse, bathed in moonlight, went further and further away, soon to be swallowed up in the hazy, desolate landscape, and to disappear completely from my sight.

But then, a panicked neighing came from afar, and billowing dust spread out along with the clatter of hooves!

Chapter 275 Predators

The commotion over there was so intense that I couldn't possibly ignore it.

Nature itself is an interconnected system, with countless branches in every food chain, and the roles of predator and prey are constantly changing.

The wild horses that had just come out to forage under the moonlight and in the cool air must have encountered an opponent who suddenly attacked.

Horse herds have their own habits, preferring to forage along fixed routes led by a lead horse. Predators, with their keen hunting instincts, are likely already lurking along these horses' usual routes, looking for an opportunity to strike.

When they arrived at the battlefield, in the chaotic open space, the lead horse and its herd were galloping wildly in a circle, raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sky.

"Why aren't they running? What are they doing?"

In a scene resembling a circus performance, within the circle drawn by the wild horses, I saw a wild horse lying in a pool of blood, which must have been one of them from earlier.

The horse lay on the ground, howling in pain, its tail still flailing frantically, its body convulsing, but unable to rise. Its hooves twitched weakly. After a few heavy breaths, its movements grew increasingly faint.

Where is the hunter?

Just as I was wondering, I spotted a dark dot emerging from a pile of rocks in the darkness of the night. Like a powerful rest in a musical score, it landed heavily and then leaped lightly, launching a sprint with terrifying jumping power, almost flying on all fours with its body parallel to the ground!

The wild horses galloped wildly around the injured horse. Upon hearing a low growl, they seemed to be greatly frightened and scattered in all directions, fleeing madly!

The wild horse's explosion was probably exactly what the attackers expected. The black dot paused for a moment, then gripped the ground with all four limbs, forced itself to turn around, aimed at the slowest horse in the herd, and began to chase after it with all its might.

Coincidentally, the horse chose the direction that led me to the hill where I was hiding. So, by the moonlight, I saw the hunter chasing me from behind.

The animal had long legs, a slender body, and a very flexible spine that could bend easily, like a large spring. When it ran, it used both its forelimbs and hind limbs to exert force, and its body rose and fell as it ran. When it made a sharp turn, its large tail swayed from side to side to provide balance and prevent it from falling over.

Judging from its pale yellow back, lighter-colored belly, and black spots all over its body, this is a very fierce cheetah!

The cheetah swiftly caught up with the lone horse, leaping high into the air with a pounce. Its sharp claws covered the horse's back, and as it landed, its claws would pierce the horse's skin, hook onto the spine, and through the force of the impact and the bite, completely destroy the prey's spine, leaving it defenseless!

Just as this wild horse was about to suffer the same fate as the previous victim, with the cheetah's claws about to pierce the horse's skin, a dark shadow suddenly burst in, letting out an angry roar!

A wild horse with a messy mane suddenly stopped running away and quietly caught up with the cheetah in the chaotic environment. Taking advantage of the cheetah's pause in mid-air during its pounce, the horse approached the enemy from the side, raised its front hooves, and kicked the cheetah away from mid-air, saving its companion from imminent death!

The way it galloped wildly, neighing loudly, looked like a powerful overlord proclaiming its authority under the moonlight!

I almost stood up and applauded it!

This guy is obviously a veteran Mount & Blade player!

This attack was brilliant. From splitting up and scattering to avoid the enemy's main force, to feigning defeat and secretly advancing, to the final flanking charge that resulted in a victory against overwhelming odds, the swift reaction made me wonder if what I was seeing wasn't a horse, but a tactical master in horse skin!

This herd of horses has been able to survive in the wilderness to this day by cooperating, foraging together and defending themselves against enemies like cheetahs.

Unfortunately, even with the most sophisticated tactics, such predators are forced into a passive defensive position, and even if they occasionally achieve success, they inevitably suffer heavy losses.

Even if they manage to escape a hundred times, if they fail even once, they will end up dead in the wilderness.

The cheetah was kicked away and crashed into a thicket of bushes. It tumbled several times before finally stopping, then staggered to its feet, seemingly stunned by the kick.

The punk-style wild horse galloped up to its escaped companion, nuzzled it with its head, indicating "problem solved, follow me now." Then it strutted ahead, leading the way again. The remaining three stray wild horses followed suit.

I watched the cheetah roaring in defiance, my mind racing.

Cheetahs are incredibly powerful runners, virtually unmatched over short distances. However, they are weaker over medium to long distances, and prolonged running can even lead to overheating and death. Even today, African tribes use spears to chase cheetahs, preventing them from resting and potentially paralyzing these ferocious animals.

In this situation, a cheetah typically kills only one prey at a time to prevent itself from exhausting itself and returning empty-handed.

Why is the cheetah still hunting when there is already a helpless prey lying there?

Just then, a dark shadow leaped out from behind another rock, disappearing from the spot like an arrow, and then crashed into the lead runner, the punk-style wild horse, and the two rolled together on the ground!

A second cheetah!

The wild horses, galloping wildly, seemed stunned by the sight. After a series of frightened neighs, they circled around their leader on the ground, slowed their pace, and began to pace aimlessly.

But soon, a third cheetah quietly emerged from a bush, moving with the grace of a cat, approaching its panicked prey little by little, and letting out a low growl!

Good heavens, a hunt!

The hunting tactics of these felines are terrifying, extremely cruel and ruthless, and even have a wicked sense of humor, like a cat catching a mouse, trying to break down the psychological defenses of its prey little by little.

Using a cheetah as bait, the prey's leader is lured out, then a deadly strike is carried out in one swift motion. Ultimately, three cheetahs surround the prey, elegantly and effortlessly completing the hunt!

Just when I thought all was lost and the situation was beyond saving, the wild horse that had been knocked to the ground suddenly stood up and unexpectedly ran again, breaking through the cheetah's encirclement and leading its companions in a charge.

Chosen One!

You still can't die from this!

As I marveled at the scene, wondering how that wild horse with its distinctive punk-like appearance managed to escape, I suddenly realized that the direction these horses were running was back to the hill where I was hiding!

Under the moonlight, I also saw that a section of the bangs on the forehead of the "Shamate Wild Horse" (a nickname for a flamboyant, often unconventional, style) was lifted up, revealing an extremely human-like expression:

ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘

But in my heart, there is only one sentence:

"Don't come any closer!"

Chapter 276 High Scout

Driving recklessly will send the whole village to eat!

I secretly rolled twice to the left, trying to avoid the herd of wild horses running at high speed, but the herd of wild horses, as if by some strange twist of fate, changed direction and headed back towards me.

I immediately rolled back to my original position, and as soon as I looked up, I saw those wild horses still resolutely heading towards me, galloping with all four hooves raised high!

I rolled around on the ground, three times to the left and three times to the right, while the herd of wild horses wobbled and staggered in place, like a distorted compass.

In my eyes, the expression on that "Shamate Wild Horse" guy's face was filled with ill intent.

These guys are definitely plotting against me!

What a coincidence that they always seem to come here to me!

Seeing that things were going badly, my first reaction was to turn around and run away.

Nonsense! If I didn't run when three leopards surrounded me, did I wait until they bit me before fleeing? These horses don't need to outrun cheetahs; they just need to be faster than me to make a clean getaway.

So, on this dimly lit night, in the desolate wilderness where the grass and trees withered and the wind howled, appeared the scene of me striding forward, living a carefree life with four horses, dancing with them and showing my heroic nature.

What's infuriating are these horses. Wherever I run, they rush in, their footsteps almost touching mine, never letting up for a moment.

If an outsider saw me being chased by a horse, they would definitely mistakenly think that the food chain here is a bizarre situation where cheetahs eat wild horses, wild horses eat people, and people eat grass.

"Don't come any closer! Let me and Kong Ci go!"

As we ran, my slight advantage was overtaken, and after a short while, a horse pulled up beside me.

I angrily pushed the horse's head away and galloped at full speed: "You guys are too treacherous, how could you scheme against me like this!"

All four horses simultaneously made a comical expression:

('-ω-`)！

"........."

Apologize to me, you bastard!

If this keeps up, I'll be the one who gets eaten!

I noticed something was off a while ago. How come I keep seeing such vivid expressions on the horses' faces? It's one thing for old man Muqi's horses to be good at facial expressions, but where do wild horses get their expressive talents and be able to communicate with people seamlessly using facial expressions?

Is this strange ability a result of my golden trait "Child of Nature," or is it a gift from my level 7 Beast Taming ability?

After reading their expressions, these animals really do look hateful!

This run didn't last long. The herd of wild horses, their faces beaming with schadenfreude, suddenly stirred. They then caught up with my punk-style wild horse and actually slowed down!

I also glanced behind me to check what was happening.

In this race of speed and passion, a wild horse, exhausted, was overtaken by a cheetah. In its panic, the horse hastily turned around, only to fall into the cheetah's trap. The space for maneuvering became increasingly narrow, and it was almost driven into a dead end. Surrounded by three cheetahs, it was driven towards a dead end.

When it comes to running, my endurance is ∞!

Of these horses, only the exceptionally talented leader could outrun me by even a fraction of a second; the other wild horses were somewhat inferior to me.

A horse's hoof consists of two layers: a hard keratin layer about 2-3 centimeters thick that is in contact with the ground, and a living keratin layer on top. In harsh wilderness environments, the hoof, in contact with the ground, is subject to friction and corrosion from standing water, and will quickly fall off.

Therefore, without horseshoes, these wild horses cannot move forward at full speed without restraint. When encountering complex environments, they will involuntarily slow down.

Seeing its companion trapped, the punk-style wild horse neighed as if to encourage its comrade, and then charged ahead towards the cheetah.

The billowing dust suddenly split into three branches: one was driven by the cheetah towards the rugged hills, another followed its lone companion and sped away, and the third followed me along the predetermined route. After a moment of hesitation, it finally turned around and followed its leader.

The lone wild horse grew slower and slower, two more bleeding wounds appearing on its hind legs. The terrifying roars of cheetahs filled its ears; its herbivore instincts were likely no longer enough to sustain it. Finally, before a narrow natural ditch, the horse suddenly sank into it with a thunderous thud, unable to escape any longer.

Seeing this, the punk-style wild horse lowered its head, swaying its cool hairstyle, and sped up again, rushing towards its companions.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, a cheetah that had surrounded the horse was knocked away by the horse's body, rolled helplessly twice on the ground, and fell into the dust.