Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

It was gray and bright, and Gordon got up from the bed on time.

He moved his right arm, relaxed and flexible, and twisted his waist again. The crisp crackling sound told him that the bone injury had healed.

I jumped a few more times, and there was no dull pain or dull feeling in the chest and abdominal cavity. It seemed that my physical condition had returned to its best.

With the fist, the solid strength made him grin his mouth in satisfaction.

He dug out a few pieces of food and filled his stomach with water.

Putting the parts of the hunter suit on his body one by one, after the arming was complete, Gordon equipped the round shield, and carefully polished the hunter knife with a whetstone.

After all this was done, Gordon stepped out of the tent.

The hunter's knife exudes the unique dark purple color of poisonous mushroom juice after drying out, and the water bag is filled with crude recovery medicine, full of it.

The "black heart big matsutake", which is the core part of the battle, is wrapped in large leaves and carefully put into the luggage.

Take a long breath.

Facing the rising sun, Gordon strode to the gate of the camp, and started his first "unscrupulous" hunt in his life like a really seasoned hunter.

More than an hour passed.

Gordon is not in a hurry, only with enough patience can he discover the clues of the monster's whereabouts.

Now, he has a discovery.

Touching the trace of dye ball paint on the trunk, Gordon sniffed, trying to distinguish the smell of dyed fruit remaining in the air.

And use this to confirm the position and distance of the big wild boar king at this time.

More than ten hours have passed since the battle last night, and the effect time of the dyeing ball has basically reached the limit.

Fortunately, it didn't rain last night, otherwise the effect of the dye ball would be greatly reduced, and the traces and smells left by the paint would be washed away.

In that case, I would really become a headless chicken.

"To the northeast, the distance is about two to three kilometers. The stream with a lot of mushrooms? Good luck." Gordon's eyes lit up and he said to himself.

In the past two years, he has spent at least one third of his time in the outskirts of the Shretsen Hill.

Not to mention knowing every plant and tree like the palm of his hand, but he still knows exactly what the environment of the area is, what the terrain is like, what products are there, and so on.

The area where the Big Wild Boar King was located at this time was relatively flat and densely covered with streams. It was one of the best mushroom gathering spots nearby, and the other party was probably looking for food nearby.

This will greatly increase the success rate of "prescription" operations.

The pace began to quicken.

He had to arrange the poison bait before the big wild boar king was full.

After traveling for more than half an hour, the faint smell of dyed balls in the air gradually became continuous and obvious.

Gordon knew that he was not far from his goal.

Taking off the helmet, with the help of the sensitive skin on the cheeks and neck, he can instantly judge the wind direction at this time.

Fortunately, he was in the downwind position. As long as he was careful, he could sneak up on the Big Wild Boar King without worrying about being discovered by the latter.

Gordon continued to approach slowly.

This time, he learned the lesson from last night, while moving forward in a detour, he carefully inspected the situation in the surrounding area.

To be honest, he has some psychological shadows.

Hunting the big wild boar, a big wild boar king ran out, what strange things ran out when hunting the big wild boar king, is he still alive?

Fortunately, during the daytime, Xiulet Senqiu was relatively calm. Apart from a few herbivorous dragons grazing slowly, the only animals bigger than rabbits were spirit deer, which were more timid than rabbits.

Quietly explored, approached, and nearly half an hour passed.

Gordon, who was crawling and lurking in the bushes, saw the huge and mighty figure again.

The big wild boar king strolls slowly among the streams and vegetation, looking for delicious berries and mushrooms.

Its left hind leg seemed to be abnormal, and the time it landed on the ground was shorter than that of the right leg when walking, which made Gordon feel a little gratified.

The knife that he slashed desperately last night finally injured the Big Wild Boar King's Achilles tendon. Relying on his own recovery ability, just one night was not enough for the wound to heal completely.

This may be an opportunity for him.

Gordon didn't rush out recklessly. Since there is a gap in hard power, he has to be cautious. It's not yet time to fight head-on.

After observing for a while and confirming the general route of the Big Wild Boar King, Gordon retreated quietly.

He wanted to be the first to rush to the next foraging spot of the big wild boar king to make arrangements.

A few minutes later, Gordon came to a glade.

There are many fallen pine trees here, with broken trunks and raised roots. These trees have long since died, but they are "alive" in another way.

Everything in the forest has its value, and dead wood is no exception.

Whether it is the soft and thick moss that completely covers the rotten wood, or the clumps of mushrooms, they are all the favorite food of the Big Wild Boar King.

The big matsutake, which is regarded as a "treasure in the forest" by gourmets, can occasionally be collected near here.

Gordon is at least 70% sure that the Big Wild Boar King will pass by here soon to enjoy a delicious meal.

Grab a handful of moss that smells a bit off-the-nose from the tree nearby, and wipe it vigorously on the hands and feet a few times to eliminate the human smell so that the big wild boar king will not find the flaw in a while.

I found a stump where the big matsutake had been collected in the past, and after burying the paralyzing mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms disguised as the big matsutake, Gordon cleared away the traces and left silently.

The smell of the big matsutake that was chopped and applied to these poison baits is strong enough, and Gordon believes that even if it is buried in the soil, the big wild boar king will find it accurately.

To be honest, Gordon didn't know whether this could fool the big wild boar king's keen sense of smell, and whether the poisonous bait would work after being eaten.

If it doesn't work, everything can only be handed over to the hunter's knife in his hand.

He glanced around, found a leeward bush to lurk, and all he could do next was wait.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour.

Time passed by, and Gordon told himself over and over again in his heart to be patient, but even so, his emotions inevitably began to become anxious.

Just when he was about to give up, the heavy footsteps of the Big Wild Boar King came from afar.

Gordon felt his heartbeat began to become rapid, he quickly adjusted his breathing, tried to suppress the heartbeat and panting, and lay motionless behind the bushes like a real stake.

The big boar king's nose twitched around.

It seemed to faintly smell the smell of that hateful human being.

But compared to the faint smell, a certain intoxicating aroma that often appears in its dreams makes it more concerned-it is the aroma of big matsutake.

Even if it is the king of the whole group, it does not often have the opportunity to eat the delicious big matsutake. When was the last time you had this delicacy? It seems to be the autumn before the breeding season. The sweet taste is really unforgettable.

Following the scent, the Big Wild Boar King trotted all the way to the tree stump.

The long nose easily arches the floating soil, exposing the delicious food buried under the soil.

The aroma of the big matsutake suddenly became more intense. Unlike before, this time the "big matsutake" is actually mixed with the sweet fragrance of honey.

Hululu, it seems that there are some other smells mixed in it?

do not care!

The big wild boar king opened his mouth wide, chewed those delicious mushrooms into his mouth in a few mouthfuls, and swallowed them down.

A moment later, the roar that became intermittent due to abdominal pain and oral paralysis resounded through the entire mountain forest.