Chapter 879: Chapter 875: The Migrating Zebra Herd Chapter 879: Chapter 875: The Migrating Zebra Herd Spotted hyenas, being referred to as the “second brother of Africa”, would certainly be encountered frequently on the vast savannahs.

Currently, this is just the first wave; surely, more would follow.

“This time there are only eight; a pot of boiling water could easily drive them away. But next time, there might be twenty or even forty. That would be dangerous; we cannot be careless.”

After resting for a while, Bi Fang got up, used water to extinguish the spreading ring of fire, and cleaned up the mess alone.

Earlier, in order to block the hyenas’ attacks as much as possible, Bi Fang had kicked the flames apart, forming a fire wall, which increased the range of the flames.

Although Bi Fang always cleared the surrounding area before starting a fire to avoid causing a grassland fire, the flames had clearly spread beyond the safe range and needed to be addressed quickly.

[No worries, I believe no matter the number, it’s a piece of cake for Old Fang]
[Harley: Old Fang and I are so fierce, slaughtering wildly on the savannah]
[You handle the slaughter, I’ll handle the chaos]
[Master Fang: That year, with my hands in my pockets, I knew no rivals.]
[Harley: That year, an unruly youth of eighteen.]
[Child, you should hold the utmost respect for the fastest hunter on the savannah]
After extinguishing the final spreading embers and expanding the safe zone, Bi Fang threw all the wood into the last pit, draped himself in fur, and after ensuring there were no other dangers nearby, he closed the roof cover and ended the live broadcast with a few words.

In the wilderness, only the crackling of burning dry wood and Harley’s low breaths, still unsteady from the danger, could be heard.

In the cramped camp space, the cheetah paced nonstop against the wooden fence.

The earlier scene of being surrounded by spotted hyenas still lingered in the cheetah’s mind, making it difficult to rest calmly.

For the naturally disadvantaged cheetah, this was a common occurrence, and Bi Fang did not offer much comfort, choosing instead to let time resolve everything.

Half an hour later, as Bi Fang lay on the ground, dozing off, he finally sensed the previously pacing cheetah settling down, curling up next to him.

“Sleep, sleep now.”

…

The intense noise rolled from afar to near, expanding in waves.

The ground thundered, stirring up countless dust particles among the fresh green grass; dewdrops on the tips of the grass shivered and fell to the ground, soaking it with a faint shade of brown.

What a loud disturbance.

Bi Fang flipped himself upright and, while turning on the live broadcast, found that Harley was already awake, his body curled up, a clear sign of alarm.

After last night’s perilous situation, this guy was a bit skittish now.

[What’s happening, such a loud noise]
[Renovated, huh?]
[Your sister’s renovation, what’s there to renovate on the savannah, giving it a middle parting?]
[Could it be an earthquake?]
The audience in the live broadcast also heard the deep rumbling of the earth and anxiously asked Bi Fang what had happened.

Unfortunately, Bi Fang was also confused, but from experience, he felt it was probably not an earthquake.

Lifting a crack in the covering above, a bit of light filtered in.

Last night’s arrival of the spotted hyenas hadn’t escalated into intense conflict, but dealing with a group of predators still drained a substantial amount of energy and concentration, and he ended up sleeping until dawn.

Bi Fang thought to himself, but his eyes peered through the slit towards the horizon, cautiously scanning the surroundings. That’s when he spotted a dragon-like swirl of dust approaching from afar!

With the rolling of this dusty “dragon”, the earth also trembled, the trailing dust uneven in height, appearing from afar like overlapping scales.

“That is…”

Bi Fang squinted his eyes, his gaze seeming to cut through the dust, and recognized what was thundering towards them.

“A herd of zebras!?”

Zebra!

The number is still so large.

The audience in front of the screen was momentarily stunned, immediately recalling what they had heard days ago from Bi Fang about the return migration of the great animal migration.

The great migration!

It truly was the great migration of the animals!

“Damn, is this the animal migration?”

“This is too spectacular.”

“Damn impressive, I thought there was an earthquake.”

“How many are there?”

“Not sure, but there must be at least a thousand, right?”

Bi Fang roughly estimated the number and said, “Definitely more than two thousand.”

“Zebras are very sociable and are herd animals. They forage together and groom each other’s fur, and even the older individuals are not expelled from the group to live alone.”

“However, the group is usually not large, at most about ten, close-knit and not loose. But this is under normal circumstances. Once they migrate, they unify from individual to a group, and the number becomes enormously exaggerated.”

“This is also the vanguard of all migrating animals.”

The migrating herds are divided into the “three armies” of front, middle, and rear.

Leading the way are over 200,000 wildebeest, followed by a million wildebeest, and 500,000 gazelles bringing up the rear.

This is mainly because their food ranges are different.

Zebras prefer the tall new grass, the middle tender grass is just right for the wildebeest, and the short grass at the bottom is delicious for the smaller gazelles.

Following the herbivores closely are groups of ferocious carnivores like African lions, cheetahs, and spotted hyenas.

In the grand procession of the great migration in Africa, the wildebeest dominate in sheer numbers and are the defining species, representing the migration as a whole.

But what can often be seen at the front are the zebras as the vanguard.

“So that’s how it is.”

“Is there even an order to this?”

“Damn, it’s like a reasonable distribution.”

The audience exclaimed in amazement, having never thought there could be so much intricacy in this small migration.

Realizing the true cause of the earth-shaking tremor, Bi Fang immediately opened the top of the vehicle completely and picked up the things on the ground.

“We need to hurry up and pack our things and move farther away from the zebra herd.”

“Ah, why’s that? Are we running away?”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Yes, there is danger, but not much.”

Bi Fang nodded.

“Normally, the migration would not involve sprinting except before and after crossing a river. If such an event is occurring, it’s either because they’ve been startled or are being chased by hunters.”

Migrating animals wake up very early, often at the first light of dawn, and move slowly in well-organized long lines.

One cannot see the beginning or the end of the line.

And they all strictly maintain discipline, one following closely behind the other without causing chaos.

Suddenly running across the savannah usually happens when they encounter lions or spotted hyenas.

Gathering the belongings together, swiftly rolling up the animal hide on the ground and securing it, Bi Fang took everything and quickly headed off toward the distance.

Just then, the zebra herd also arrived at the scene, rushing fiercely forward. Standing a hundred meters away, Bi Fang could see further in the distance, and several lionesses pounced on a limping zebra.