I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 15 War Pig
At this moment, the large white pig in the pigpen was also still in shock.

This morning it enjoyed a rare feast: plenty of cooked corn porridge and plenty of swill, which filled it up to its heart's content. However, before it could even rest, it was suddenly caught in a large net, then tied up by several people and unable to move. After that, it was bumped along the way and taken to this place filled with the stench of blood.

Just now, he was thrown around quite badly by a guy who exuded murderous intent.

It didn't know why this was happening. The fall wasn't a serious injury to its thick skin, but the sudden arrival in this unfamiliar environment and the terrifyingly strong man made it feel an unprecedented danger.

The big pig cautiously huddled in the corner, trying to give itself a sense of security, waiting for the humans it recognized to appear.

Those are all kind people who feed it. Maybe they'll soon realize they're lost and bring it back to its safe haven with endless food.

However, he did not see the familiar face; instead, he saw a person holding that bloody and ferocious weapon walk towards it.

The large pig sensed danger and continued to squeal intimidatingly, trying to scare the other side away. Unexpectedly, a pair of somewhat familiar hands reached out from where it couldn't see, calling out affectionately, "Luo luo luo."

That's the sound of dinner being served.

The big pig was a little bewildered, but its desire to eat overcame its unease, and it followed the sound.

You might just run into someone you know soon.

But he didn't see any acquaintances or receive any food; instead, he was met with a sudden, deadly stab.

Blood spilled out, and the fear of death overwhelmed everything. The big pig let out another painful howl. It used all its strength to arch forward and leap away from the place where it had been injured. Its small eyes, filled with fear, looked at the young man who was now in the same room as it. Then it retreated to a corner and howled with all its might, trying to call out to the familiar person who had called out to it earlier.

DuPont was unaware of its thoughts; he was simply startled by the sight of the large pig that could still run with a knife stuck in its body and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Damn, they're still alive?"

He had just called a farmer to help distract the pig, and while it was ignoring him, he followed the butcher's instructions and went to its side to try to stab the fat pig in the heart with a dagger.

However, perhaps because the pig was too fat, or perhaps because of the difference in height, DuPont's attack only penetrated about six or seven centimeters, leaving the pig with a dagger-like wound, but in reality, it didn't even sever the carotid artery, and the sharp dagger was still stuck in its body.

Judy, who was watching from the side, burst out laughing when she saw the scene: "DuPont, you're not good enough either. You were disarmed while killing a pig. If word gets out, people will laugh their heads off. If those nosy reporters find out, it'll definitely be the top story in tomorrow's papers."

The barbarian laughed heartily: "I've already thought of a title: 'Northwest Academy Apprentices Wield Magical Weapons to Fight a Fat Boar, But Despite Their All-Out Efforts, They Cannot Defeat It; The Incompetence of the Younger Generation Is Worthy of Our Reflection'."

"What nonsense are you spouting? I call this compassion, you don't even understand that." DuPont didn't dare turn around, his face flushed as he shouted, his eyes fixed on the fat pig.

If I were to get bitten by this pig and have to go to the infirmary for treatment, I would be incredibly embarrassed.

However, the worst-case scenario did not occur. Even after being stabbed, the pig did not show any intention of attacking. It simply ran to a corner and grunted, as if threatening the user not to approach.

Without any weapon, it was almost impossible for DuPont to kill the pig with his bare hands, but borrowing another weapon would be too embarrassing, so DuPont had to find another way.

He could use the Light spell again, but that would only prove he was out of his depth, and he didn't want to do that until the very last resort.

The pig kept squealing but showed no aggression; it was afraid of itself.
With this in mind, DuPont formulated a plan. He first lingered a few steps in front of the giant pig, and while the pig stared intently at him, he suddenly leaped forward, arms outstretched, and let out a loud roar: "Kill!!!"

The big pig was already scared, and this sudden roar terrified it. It used all four hooves to dodge the strange man in front of it and fled with all its might, successfully finding an unobstructed path beside the strange man's legs.

However, what it didn't know was that with this movement, it exerted all its strength, and the dagger that was originally stuck behind its left leg was squeezed out by its muscles, and a large amount of blood slowly gushed out from the two-centimeter-wide wound.

The butcher was somewhat disappointed when he saw this and shook his head.

The outcome has been decided.

This pig is incredibly cowardly. Even when injured, its first instinct is to run away and save its own life, thus returning the very weapon that was most threatening to it to the pig.

Even if DuPont does nothing, it will bleed this pig to death.

This is understandable, though. After all, it was just a domesticated pig with no experience in surviving in the wild. Even if it had some intelligence, it wouldn't have thought that humans would harm it. In addition, its ferocity was greatly reduced after being castrated, so it couldn't put on a good show.

"Alright, come here, it'll be dead soon." The butcher shouted, but DuPont shook his head and went to meet him with his dagger.

This time, his actions were much bolder.

Although the pig was still making threatening grunts, DuPont ignored it, quickly walked a few steps to the wound, raised his arm at a slightly different angle, and stabbed it in again.

The dagger pierced through completely, and the big pig let out a deafening roar, but this time DuPont was not scared away. He held the hilt tightly and pulled the dagger out. A fountain of blood gushed from the wound, flying more than two meters before landing on the ground.

The big pig, in pain, tried to run away again, but this time it no longer had boundless strength. After running only a few steps, its hooves buckled and it knelt down, its eyes wide with fear as it stared at the human who had once again approached it.

But this time DuPont didn't finish the job. He just looked at the big pig and sighed, "There's a saying in my hometown, 'I'll kill you like a pig.' I know it's an insult, but I never really understood what it meant. Now I finally do."

"Yes, it clearly has good strength and physique, but because of its cowardly nature, it doesn't even dare to fight back. It's a very sad thing, but what can you do when it's a pig?" The butcher finished speaking and smiled evilly: "Actually, this kind of thing is not uncommon. Just like some novice adventurers who go out full of ambition, but when they actually start fighting, they find that it is not what they imagined at all. Some people become cowardly, drop their weapons, kneel down and kowtow to beg for the monster's mercy, but unfortunately, there are very few examples of them surviving. Most of them end up like this pig."

"And what about you barbarians?" DuPont shook his head and asked, "I don't believe that all your tribes are warriors who fight to the death."

"Of course, the resources in the North are limited. Every few years, tribes go to war. The winner takes all and kills the resisters. The remaining weak join the opposing tribe and change their names. This is the law of survival in the North." The butcher shrugged, looking indifferent. "The elders in the tribe call this survival wisdom. They say it's how barbarians have lived for thousands of years. But I just think it's stupid, so I left there and became a free adventurer."

As the two were talking, the pig breathed its last, and a line of text appeared on DuPont's screen.

You killed a domestic pig and gained 12 experience points.

DuPont was somewhat disappointed that he had only gained 22 experience points.

It seems that 24-30 experience points per class at school is quite a lot, while the experience points provided by ordinary livestock are pitifully small. However, the advantage is that they won't resist.

"Alright, stop standing there like a woman thinking about nonsense." After saying that, the butcher shouted at the farmers, "You guys, stop slacking off and get to work!"

(End of this chapter)