Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

The sky was gray and gray, and Gordon climbed out of bed on time.

He moved his right arm, which was easy and flexible, and then twisted his waist. The crisp crackling sound told him that the bone injury had healed.

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

The solid strength of the fist fist made him grin with satisfaction.

Take out a few pieces to carry food and fill your stomach with water.

One by one, he put on the parts of the hunter's suit. After the armor was completed, Gordon equipped the buckler and carefully polished the hunter's knife with a sharpening stone.

After finishing all this, Gordon walked out of the tent.

The hunter's knife exuded the unique dark purple color after the poisonous mushroom juice has dried, and the water bladder was filled to the brim with a crude recovery potion.

The "Black-Hearted Matsutake", which was the core part of the battle, was wrapped in large leaves and carefully put into the luggage.

Take a long breath.

Facing the rising sun, Gordon strode to the entrance of the camp, and like a truly experienced hunter, embarked on his first "unscrupulous" hunt in his life.

...

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 made a discovery.

Stroking the trace of dye ball pigment on the tree trunk, Gordon sniffed, trying to distinguish the residual smell of dye ball 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 last night's battle, and the dye ball's effect time has basically reached its limit.

It is very fortunate that it did not rain last night, otherwise the effect of the dyeing balls would be greatly reduced, and the traces and smells left by the pigments would also be washed away.

In that case, I would really be a headless fly.

"To the northeast, the distance is about two to three kilometers...over the stream with lots of mushrooms? You're lucky." 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 outer area of ​​Shuretson Hills.

Not only did he know every plant and tree, but he also knew everything about the environment of the area, what the terrain was like, what products there were, and other information.

The area where the Big Wild Boar King is currently located has relatively flat terrain and dense streams. It is one of the best mushroom collecting spots nearby, and the opponent is most likely foraging there.

This will greatly improve the success rate of "drug" operations.

The pace began to quicken.

He must arrange the poison bait before the big wild boar king is full.

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

Gordon knew he was not far from his goal.

Take off your helmet and use the sensitive skin on your cheeks and neck to instantly determine the wind direction at this time.

He was quite lucky. He was downwind. 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, and while moving forward in a roundabout way, he carefully explored the situation in the surrounding area.

To be honest, he has some psychological shadow.

When hunting a big wild boar, a big wild boar king came out. If something strange came out while hunting a big wild boar king, would he still be alive?

Fortunately, Xiuretsen Hill was relatively calm during the day. Apart from a few herbivorous dragons that slowly ate grass, the only animals larger than rabbits were the spirit deer, which were timider than rabbits.

Nearly half an hour passed while quietly exploring and approaching.

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

The big wild boar king strolled slowly among the vegetation in the stream, looking for delicious berries and mushrooms.

Its left hind leg seemed to have some abnormalities, and the time it took to land on the ground when walking was shorter than that of its right leg, which made Gordon feel a little pleased.

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

This might be an opportunity for him.

Gordon did not rush out rashly. Since there was a gap in hard power, he had to be cautious. It was not yet time for a head-on battle.

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

He wanted to rush to the next feeding spot of the Big Wild Boar King first and make arrangements.

A few minutes later, Gordon came to a forest clearing.

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

Everything in the forest has its value, including dead wood.

Whether it is the soft and thick moss that completely covers the dead wood, or the clusters of mushrooms, they are the Big Boar King's favorite food.

The giant matsutake mushroom, regarded as a "forest treasure" by gourmets, can occasionally be collected nearby.

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

Grab a handful of moss from the nearby tree that smells a little bit offensive to your nose, and wipe it vigorously on your hands and feet a few times to eliminate the human smell and prevent the Big Wild Boar King from discovering the flaw.

After finding a tree stump where giant matsutake had been collected in the past, Gordon shallowly buried the paralyzing and poisonous mushrooms disguised as giant matsutake, then cleared away the traces and left silently.

The smell of the chopped matsutake mushrooms smeared on these poisonous baits is strong enough that Gordon believes that even if it is buried in the soil, the Big Boar King will be able to find it accurately.

To be honest, Gordon had no idea whether this would deceive the Big Wild Boar King's keen sense of smell or whether the poison bait would be effective after being eaten.

If it doesn't work, everything will have to be left to the hunter's knife in your hand.

He glanced around and found a bush downwind to lurk in. All he could do next was wait.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...

As time passed by, Gordon told himself over and over again in his heart to be patient, but even so, his mood 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 that his heartbeat was beginning to beat faster. He quickly adjusted his breathing and tried to suppress his heartbeat and gasping. He lay motionless behind the bushes like a real wooden stake.

The big boar king's nose twitched in all directions.

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

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

Even if it is the king of the entire group, it does not often have the opportunity to eat that delicious big matsutake. When was the last time you ate this kind of 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 breaks through the floating soil, revealing the delicious food buried under the soil.

The aroma of the giant matsutake suddenly became more intense. Different from the past, this time the "big matsutake" was actually mixed with the sweet aroma of honey.

Hululu, there seems to be some other smell mixed in?

do not care!

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

A moment later, intermittent roars caused by abdominal pain and oral paralysis resounded throughout the forest.