Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Walking through the dense forest with complex landforms flexibly, Gordon's mouth was tightened.

The previous success seemed to have exhausted his luck. It had been more than two hours since the camp opened, and he had just discovered a trace of a big wild boar passing by.

He looked up at the sky.

Although the sun has not completely set, the light has dimmed a lot. If you want to finish hunting before nightfall, there is not much time left.

Hunting at night is not completely impossible. Even in the dark, he who has undergone complete hunter training can still move freely.

But there are too many nocturnal animals and even monsters inhabiting Xiuletsen Hill.

Compared with daytime, the danger of hunting at night is undoubtedly several grades higher.

There are two choices before him at this moment.

One is to give up tracking, return to the camp immediately, and start hunting after dawn tomorrow. Anyway, only two days have passed since the mission time limit of three days. As long as the crusade mission is completed before the end of tomorrow, there will be no problem.

The second is to continue to track the traces of the big wild boar and complete the task as soon as possible.

Whether it was the teachings of the instructors in the past or the reason in his heart, he was telling Gordon that returning to the camp at this time was the best choice.

But another thought was also boiling in his mind.

——What’s the matter with hunting at night, I will be afraid? I don't even have the guts at all, how can I hunt flying dragons in the future?

Without hesitating for a few seconds, Gordon, who was at his most impulsive age, decided to be reckless!

He even found an excuse for himself in his heart:

What if you are unlucky tomorrow and fail to find a big wild boar all day, isn't the mission about to fail? I am not impulsive, but a mature choice based on the actual situation and after careful consideration!

Having made a decision, Gordon packed his suitcases, quickened his pace, and plunged into the depths of the dark and ancient jungle.

After more than half an hour, the forest was completely dark.

Night always comes faster in the jungle because of the vegetative shade.

In the dim light, the branches and vines are indistinct, the night owl's strange cry is near and far away, and the fireflies are dancing sporadically like will-o'-the-wisps. Those who are less timid may scream even if they just stand here.

Gordon, on the other hand, was very excited.

At this time, he was squatting on the ground, checking the footprints of a big wild boar.

"The footprints are very fresh, that guy is nearby!" Gordon couldn't help grinning as he rubbed the soft soil around the footprints with his fingers.

Hunting is more than fighting.

Intelligence collection, preparation of equipment and props, and tracking of traces are all important parts of the hunting process.

Now that he has discovered the target, he is fully confident that he will solve it cleanly.

Lower your body slightly, bend your knees, and step forward alternately with your feet almost touching the ground.

This way of traveling is not fast, but it can avoid making noise to the greatest extent, attracting the attention and vigilance of the target, so as to seize the opportunity.

Gordon searched forward silently, and soon the target appeared in his sight.

This is a single wild boar. It is not too big, and its tusks are not long. It should be a female. It is easier to deal with than the one I met before.

As long as you kill it, you can complete the task, pass the assessment, and become an official hunter!

Thinking of this, Gordon's heartbeat started to speed up uncontrollably.

The instructor's teaching that "you must observe carefully and carefully confirm the surrounding environment before hunting starts" was thrown out of his mind by him.

After quickly scanning the next four weeks, and simply confirming that there were no other creatures in sight, Gordon decisively launched an attack.

The plan is the same as before, the charge is close, the shield hits the hand, and after breaking the target's balance, launch a continuous slash to solve the battle!

The young hunter was full of confidence.

This time, however, things didn't go as he planned.

Perhaps the distance is not close enough, or it may be because the target is not eating at this time, and the vigilance is quite high.

As early as the moment he rushed out of the shadows, the big wild boar turned his head, and at the same time planed his hind hooves, ready to charge.

"Tsk."

Gordon, who was charging, clicked his tongue. It was okay to hit the unsuspecting wild boar from the side, but it would be stupid to confront these guys face to face.

However, failing to get the upper hand doesn't mean you're at a disadvantage, it's just that the battle process will become a little more troublesome.

The pace changed, and the legs that were charging at full speed received three points of force.

At the moment when he was about to collide with the big wild boar, Gordon staggered his feet and turned around, passed his body, and while passing the big wild boar, he slashed the latter's buttocks.

The big wild boar let out a miserable howl and stopped.

Gordon would not let go of such a good opportunity, he stepped closer and swung several knives in succession, slashing at the back legs of the big wild boar, just to abolish its collision ability.

Unexpectedly, the big wild boar exerted strength on its forelegs, swung its head back violently, and poked its dagger-like fangs towards him.

Gordon was a little surprised, but not flustered. He raised the shield on his right arm and greeted him.

This is the main reason why apprentice hunters generally use one-handed swords.

Lightweight, flexible, neither offensive nor defensive, but very balanced, in the face of emergencies, the switch between offense and defense is quick and easy.

"Crack!"

The fangs collided with the bone shield, and Gordon firmly blocked the blow, but the big wild boar with a badly injured hind leg staggered backwards.

Under the impact, although Jia Shield's right arm was a little numb, it didn't affect his next attack.

The half-meter-long hunter's knife was in his hand, as light as a feather, he slashed vertically, swung horizontally, and slashed around, a complete set of combos erupted in an instant.

"Huh woo woo!"

The wild boars who were stabbed one after another let out a tragic howl that resounded through the mountains. Of course, Gordon would not feel sympathy for this, and he swung his weapon continuously and slashed continuously.

until it falls down completely.

Compared with the previous one, the death of this wild boar was much more miserable.

There were not many good skins on the knife-marked body, and blood was spattered everywhere.

Gordon, who was standing aside, was panting heavily. Even with his outstanding physical fitness, he was really struggling under this series of full-strength attacks.

Well, the hunt is over.

Next, you only need to collect the tusks of the wild boar and bring them back to the camp.

After taking a few breaths, Gordon, who was about to walk towards the dead boar, froze suddenly.

He could feel a dangerous and malicious sight locking him.

Regardless of the big wild boar corpse beside him, Gordon suddenly turned around and looked in a certain direction, raised his arm to put the round shield in front of him, held the hunting knife tightly in his hand, and was fully alert.

The heavy breathing, the heavy footsteps that made the ground tremble slightly, and the crackling sound of trees breaking.

A huge black shadow slowly appeared from among the trees.

The first thing that caught his sight was a pair of huge fangs that were thicker than the trees.

Facing the giant fang, Gordon couldn't help thinking: Is this something that can grow naturally from living things?

The giant teeth are not smooth and beautiful, the thickness is not uniform, and even the left and right are asymmetrical.

But the powerful spiral pattern, which seems to be a steel bar twisted by a huge machine, carries a wild tension that cannot be ignored.

"Dos Van Gogh." Gordon swallowed secretly.

Of course he knew this guy, the king of the big wild boar clan, a monster dubbed "The Great General" by the hunters.

——The Big Wild Boar King.