Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

In the dense forest of Metabe in the afternoon, the screams of the mushroom pigs and the screams of the girls came and went.

The two people who "watched the battle" looked at each other.

Hayata, who had absolutely no experience in "slaughtering something", was still unable to pinpoint the vitals of the mushroom pig. It was difficult to give this poor pig a good time, and the scene became very bloody for a while.

"Ah, how about I help her?"

Gordon even couldn't bear it, whether it was the mushroom pig or Hayata.

"No, it's coming soon." Amos pulled the corner of his mouth, his expression was delicate, it was hard to tell whether he was frowning or smiling.

The pork chop on the side even covered his face with his small paws.

After ten minutes of "death struggle", the poor mushroom pig finally died in front of Hayata.

Hayata, who was splattered with blood, was holding a hunter's knife, panting heavily, and his eyes seemed to lose their brightness.

Patting the girl's shoulder sympathetically, Gordon stepped forward and began to peel off the corpse.

Soon, several large pieces of raw meat with the best quality were cut off by him.

As for the pork skin with mushrooms that would turn into a delicacy as long as it was handled properly, he completely abandoned it—it would soon become a fishing net.

"Okay, let's get out of here first." Seeing that the stripping was over, Amos beckoned to the two of them. "Let's leave the territory of the Qimian tribe, find a quieter and safer place to rest and have a barbecue."

"Okay!" Gordon licked his lips, looking impatient.

Hayata also followed with the support of the pork chop.

The discomfort caused by the first killing made her nauseated, and she couldn't swallow any barbecue in front of her, but she was still curious about the process of the barbecue.

The weather was sweltering, and in order to ensure the freshness of the mushroom pork as much as possible, Gordon's footsteps became urgent and fast.

Gradually, Hayata felt that she was going to be unable to keep up with that guy again, but with a strong personality, she refused to ask to slow down, so she had to endure exhaustion and gritted her teeth to follow closely.

This time, Amos did not stop Gordon either.

Although his face was as usual, he already had a bad feeling in his heart.

Just now when Hayata slaughtered a pig, the movement was scary, and there was a lot of blood on the ground. The smell of blood was strong. It stands to reason that it would attract some velociraptors, such as dog dragons and other predators.

Even if you're lucky, without these monsters nearby, you won't even see a few flies, right?

The hunters shuttled through the forest, and they soon left the territory of the Qi-Mian tribe, but Amos' face became more and more gloomy.

The dense forest in the afternoon is so quiet that even the sound of greaves stepping on fallen leaves and dead branches becomes harsh. The chirping of insects, singing of birds, and even the sound of the wind have all disappeared.

"Gordon!"

Amos, who was accompanying Hayata, suddenly let out a low cry. He reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist, and his pace began to accelerate.

Gordon, who was in charge of opening the way ahead, finally noticed something strange in the forest. He glanced left and right, and his expression became cautious.

Pulling Hayatta, Amos caught up with Gordon who was walking in the front in a few steps.

The middle-aged hunter put his hands on the hilt of his sword, his expression somber, "You and the pork chop are taking Hariyata, I will open the way, they are catching up."

"Odd face family?"

"And the King of the Odd Face Clan."

"Really?!" Gordon couldn't help but glanced at Amos who had passed ahead of him, "We're so lucky, did we really bump into each other?"

"Well, without the leadership of the king of the odd-faced tribe, ordinary odd-faced tribes would not take the initiative to chase down a team composed of multiple hunters.

"Tsk."

Gordon smacked his lips, lamenting his good luck, and at the same time took the place of Amos and grabbed Hayatta's forearm.

Without their help, Hayatta, who is not even considered a beginner, would not be able to keep up with their accelerated pace again.

"Meow!"

The pork chop running at full speed on all fours suddenly screamed, giving an early warning.

In the next second, two strange faces leaped out from the forest in front of them with strange screams, and rushed towards the hunters with a fearless attitude, just to intercept them.

Amos, who was at the front of the line, didn't even slow down his pace, Shiraokena got out of his sheath instantly, and as he waved his arms, a bright arc flashed past.

Cut the cassock!

The two Qimian tribes blocking the way lost all their vitality in mid-air, turned into two corpses wrapped in hoarfrost, and rolled to the ground.

"Quack!"

"Ruckacha!"

"Ga Ba Ba Cha!"

Immediately, the noisy and chaotic yelling of the Qimian clan sounded from the shadows of the dense forest in all directions, and Gordon, who was running at full strength, couldn't help but tightly grasped the palm of Hayata's wrist.

The number of odd-faced people hiding around them has exceeded ten, and may even exceed twenty.

He has never been attacked by a group of strange faces on such a scale!

Another shadow flashed out from the shadow of the tree, and Gordon, who was always paying attention to his surroundings, immediately realized that the target of this strange face was the girl behind him.

"Pig chop, protect her!"

Gordon shouted, and shook Hayata forward vigorously, then turned around and swung the Explosive Knife, stopping in front of the strange face.

He didn't think that the sword he swung hastily could hit the opponent, but at least he could push the opponent back and cover the rookie in the team to evacuate.

However, what he didn't expect was that.

This guy who seemed to be a little bigger than the other odd-faced people didn't dodge his own attack, but waved a scepter made of an unknown beast's leg bone to face his big sword.

This little monster who was barely as tall as his own waist actually wanted to fight with him?

Gordon snorted softly, and his muscular arms couldn't help adding a little more force.

Let you have a taste of the one-shot break between people and weapons!

"Bang!"

Amidst the metal clanking sound like a drumstick hitting a gong, Gordon felt an almost unstoppable force transmitted back to his arms along the handle of the knife.

The giant steel blade, which weighed as much as a person, was bounced high by the impact, and Gordon's eyes widened in disbelief.

He actually lost in the strength he was proud of? Or lose to a Qimian?

The young hunter whose weapon was ejected showed his face, while the top-heavy odd-faced man wearing a strange headgear moved extremely swiftly.

The seemingly rough and inconspicuous bone scepter turned and hit his chest directly.

Shaking the knife, the combo hit in an instant. Gordon, who had no time to dodge, shrank his pupils. Having experienced the strength of the opponent's attack, he was very sure that if he was hit by this blow, the defensive performance of his refined ore suit would definitely be unstoppable. down.

Seriously injured, possibly even dead!

Just when Gordon was on the verge of despair, an ice-blue alien sharp blade stabbed from the side. While holding the bone scepter, the blade deflected, and lightly removed the inconspicuous but powerful sword. Call it a terrifying blow.

"Senior Amos!" Gordon shouted in surprise after taking a life.

"It is the king of the odd-faced tribe, you step back."

Ni Kasao forced the opponent back, and Amos kept his eyes on the strange face that easily suppressed Gordon, not daring to relax his vigilance at all.

Gordon also stopped talking nonsense.

The breakout has failed, and the next step is a head-to-head battle. Since Amos has faced the king of the strange-faced tribe, it is his own task to solve the other strange-faced tribes.

Looking up at the odd-faced people who surrounded Hariyata and the pork chop, Gordon slammed his explosive knife and charged straight up.