Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

The plan went incredibly smoothly.

In fact, it's not surprising. To put it bluntly, it's just survivor bias.

For monsters growing up in the wild environment, there is no concept of "whether the food has been poisoned".

And those unlucky ones who have been tricked will basically not live to pass on this painful experience to future generations.

Even the big wild boar king himself didn't realize at this time that someone had poisoned him. He simply thought that he accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms.

It instinctively lies down, which is the most common method used by wild creatures when they are poisoned - relying on their strong body and metabolic capabilities to survive.

A few paralyzing mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms are not enough to kill it. At most, it will feel uncomfortable for a while.

But Gordon wouldn't give it a chance to recover.

He stood up from the bush where he was hiding, threw a dye ball and hit the big wild boar king on the head, then turned around and ran away.

Faced with this sudden change, the Big Wild Boar King was stunned for two seconds before he could react.

Its small eyes turned red due to blood congestion. It roared and got up, taking steps to rush towards the hateful figure and trample him into a meat pie.

However, the paralyzing and poisonous mushrooms have begun to take effect.

It felt that its body was not obeying its control, and before running forward a few steps, it bumped into the rotten trees scattered throughout the forest. Wood chips were flying, and the roar of the big wild boar king could not be heard.

This forced it to stop.

Rather than dealing with that nasty guy, let's wait until the body returns to normal.

Shaking his big head, the pungent dye ball liquid was thrown everywhere, and the smell was strong.

Its sense of smell was greatly affected, and it could only rely on its small, not very keen eyes to scan the surroundings vigilantly in case that guy appeared again.

A few minutes passed, but the nasty hunter did not show up.

Thinking that the opponent had run away, the big wild boar king lay down again, preparing to take a good rest and decompose the toxins.

When it just lay down and fell asleep.

Once again, an agile figure quietly emerged from the shadows of the forest.

Gordon held a hunter's knife and approached the Big Boar King from behind.

He locked his eyes on the wound on the latter's leg that had not yet fully healed. He adjusted his breathing, accumulated strength, and in the next second, a series of slashes broke out instantly.

Chopping down! Flirting up! Chopping down again!

Three consecutive knives accurately hit the original wound, successfully tearing open the crack that had stopped bleeding, widening it, and splattering blood.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

The big wild boar king was awakened by the sudden severe pain, howling and struggling to get up. His usually strong limbs were now very uncoordinated, and it was difficult to even turn over.

Gordon, on the other hand, gritted his teeth, squeezed every ounce of strength in his muscles, and swung the knife with all his strength. This was the best opportunity to attack.

He must cause enough serious damage to the opponent. Only in this way can he try to close the gap in physical strength between the two.

The fine serrations on the blade of the katana sword cut open the skin and muscles of the big wild boar king time and time again.

Maybe it was the effect of the poisonous mushrooms, or maybe it was because the other party was resting and his muscles were relaxed. Gordon felt that the meat of the big wild boar king seemed not as hard as yesterday.

This is good news. In just a few seconds, the left hind leg of the Big Wild Boar King turned into a bloody mess.

The poisonous mushroom juice smeared on the blade also penetrated into the flesh and blood of the former's wound in a small amount. These small amounts of toxins could not poison the huge wild boar king, but could indeed inhibit the healing of the wound to a certain extent.

"Roar!" The deafening roar made Gordon cover his ears subconsciously.

The big wild boar king was furious again.

Steam-like white smoke erupted from its nostrils, and its eyes and nose began to turn red.

With a large amount of adrenaline secreted, it temporarily regained control of its body, and its huge body of several tons "bounced" from the ground at an unbelievable speed.

Gordon, who was affected by the roar and did not react immediately, was kicked by the big boar king's hind hooves. He staggered back a few steps and almost fell down.

Fortunately, the big wild boar king's kick in a hurry was not very strong.

Under the protection of the leather armor, Gordon felt as if he had been hit hard on the side ribs. The severe dull pain made his eyesight blur, but it did not make him lose the ability to move.

At this moment, the Big Wild Boar King had turned around.

It moves like a tin toy that has been wound too tightly, three minutes faster than usual.

Amidst the gasping sound of "whooping", the giant wild boar king's huge fangs, which were longer than Gordon's entire body, poked straight at him as he raised his head vigorously.

Throw yourself forward sideways and roll.

The nimble movements developed through hard training helped him dodge this fatal blow in an instant.

After getting up, he even had time to turn around and stab the Big Wild Boar King, leaving a long and narrow incision on the latter's side.

The big wild boar king roared again.

The huge fangs swept forward, and Gordon jumped back in time to successfully resolve the Big Boar King's counterattack.

Gordon grinned, a confident smile appearing on his face.

For the first time, he discovered that the Big Boar King was not that scary after all.

The Big Wild Boar King has rough skin, thick flesh, great strength, extremely fast straight-line charging speed, and a faster turning speed than an ordinary big wild boar. These are the advantages of the Big Wild Boar King.

But in terms of agility in small-scale maneuvers, I still have the upper hand!

Those heavy and long giant teeth are an advantage, but at the same time, they are not a burden.

I have roughly grasped the attack distance of the fangs. Next, I won’t be so easily attacked by you!

While the Big Wild Boar King adjusted his posture after his attack failed, Gordon did not attack directly, but chose to push back a certain distance.

Seeing that the distance was widened, the Big Wild Boar King decisively charged.

Unlike the fear he felt when he faced the big wild boar king Zhutu for the first time yesterday, he only felt calm at this time.

When the giant tooth was about to approach, Gordon jumped out of the roll and successfully avoided the pig's protrusion. Then he did not get up in a hurry, but continued to roll forward in a circle.

The whistling sound of the big wild boar king's fangs coming from behind his ears told him that he had guessed correctly.

Once this guy's charge is dodged, he will immediately turn his head and swing his teeth to make up for the blow. Yesterday, he was hit by this move and was knocked away.

And then, there will be a gap of several seconds!

Even with the muscle power of the Big Boar King, he still had to make slight adjustments after a series of actions such as charging continuously, stopping to turn around, and waving his fangs.

This is the time to launch your own attack!

Gordon stepped closer, and in the blink of an eye he reached the side of the big wild boar king's head. He slashed out with two swift and sharp knives like lightning, adding two new wounds to the latter.

Then, instead of pursuing the victory and continuing the attack, he jumped back and pulled away again without hesitation.

The instructor’s words that he emphasized countless times echoed in his mind:

Monsters are not wooden targets and will not give you the opportunity to continue attacking. You must know when to stop. At least half of the hunters who died in battle died from the "greedy knife".

Sure enough, the next second he opened the distance, the big wild boar king once again swung its huge fangs arrogantly and swept across the place where he had just stood.

The strong wind from the huge fangs blew the tips of his hair, and Gordon chuckled and charged forward again.