Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 527 Intermittent Nerves

For four or five days in a row, Gordon and Pork Chop traveled back and forth between the hunting ground and the camp many times.

Take time to rest when you are tired, and restart the battle when you wake up.

The wounds on the behemoth's legs and proboscis healed several times, only to be torn apart again and again.

Throughout the basin, huge hoof prints, fallen trees, and dark red blood stains could be seen everywhere, and the air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood.

It has to be said that this hunting method is tedious and grueling, but it can ensure the hunter's condition and physical strength to the greatest extent - this is the key to winning in a protracted war.

With the sharpened sword on his back, Gordon walked out of the camp gate again, "Are you ready, Pork Chop? That guy doesn't have a few breaths left. If you persist for a day or two, victory will be right in front of you."

"I'm in high spirits, meow!"

Pork Chop was on his waist, "Gordon, meow. Yesterday, he was whipped out by the giant beast. Is the injury healed?"

Gordon patted his ribs, gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a broken bone, just a minor injury. I drank a few bottles of recovery medicine and had a good night's sleep. It's no problem!"

It seems like these are two completely unrelated things.

Gordon complained in his mind more than once that if a more ruthless guy were replaced, the death of both mother and son would probably be the standard outcome.

Opponents include but are not limited to the Big Boar King, the Blue Speed ​​Dragon King, the Fire Dragon, the One-horned Dragon, the Boom Dragon, the Red Pocket, and even the Lanron.

Perhaps only such intermittent neurosis can truly understand the meaning of "courage"?

Gordon grinned and continued to attack with his sword.

The blood dripping along the way was the best guidepost. Following the huge footprints and the smell of blood, the hunter and Ellu walked through the wind and snow.

However, this kind of giant toothed beast with no natural enemies inherently lacks the concept of "escape". The so-called long-distance movement is just leaving the small flat basin and wandering around in the territory.

"I knew it."

There was no time to replenish the consumption of fighting and blood loss in the past few days, so he could only rely on the fat stored in his body to hold on.

The tip of the giant beast's nose swept less than three meters in front of him.

The constant loss of blood took away too much of its physical strength.

Due to a large amount of blood loss, the giant beast is very tired and weak, but it is not afraid of the hunter.

In the past few days, they had broken through the protection of the hair, hard skin and muscle ligaments of the giant beast's legs layer by layer, and finally successfully cut open the blood vessels in the giant beast's legs.

As for Gordon, after several days of attrition battles, he has become completely familiar with the movement habits of the giant beast in front of him, and his gradual proficiency in the courage mode has given him the confidence to face it head-on.

"Mooooooo!" The giant beast's tiny eyes turned red, and a large stream of hot white steam spurted out from between its mouth and nose.

While the hunter retreated, it had time to eat.

Facing the rapidly approaching hunter, the giant beast let out a long roar, its long trunk and fangs swinging along with its head, sweeping forward.

There is no word "fear" in my mind about this behemoth that is almost independent of the ecological niche of the snow-capped mountains.

Different from the initial formation, Gordon went straight to the front of the beast, but instead ran towards the back of the beast in a roundabout way.

You have to take some risks, otherwise you wouldn't be a hunter.

It even brought the half-grown cub with it.

However, rough and tough wood requires a very long period of fermentation in the stomach and repeated chewing and rumination before it can be slowly transformed into nutrients and energy that can be absorbed.

He couldn't tell whether this was due to the accumulation of courage, the negative effects of the T-Rex suit, or the

He himself was looking forward to such a head-to-head confrontation.

The power of these two swords may not be too strong, but they greatly promoted Gordon's process of accumulating courage.

It's too weak.

The majestic figure of the giant beast appeared in their sight again.

Compared with flying dragon species that are good at flying, and certain crustacean species that are good at burrowing into the ground, the difficulty of tracking giant beasts can be said to be lower than the lower limit.

"continue!"

Because of this, the blood vessels, which were not that thick at all, could not heal at all, which greatly aggravated the process of blood loss in the giant beast.

"Ha! Come on, we won't retreat this time!"

"superior!"

As if responding to him, the giant beast stomped its front hooves twice. The decline caused by the massive blood loss was wiped away, and the anger in its heart temporarily pushed it back to its peak.

At this time, the giant beast had no time to care about what was behind it.

The pig chop behind the giant beast was also waving the cat sword crazily.

Facing the roaring beast, Gordon became inexplicably excited.

"How can a hunter's practice be called death?"

The giant beasts are huge and staggeringly tall. In order to maintain their blood supply, their blood pressure is very high, several times that of humans.

At least he could avoid the threat of fangs, and he already had a lot of experience dealing with that flexible proboscis.

The footprints in the snow are so large and deep that a man of Gordon's size could lie directly in them. Unless there is a blizzard or avalanche, they will remain there for a long time.

Noticing the arrival of Gordon and Pork Chop again, the giant beast let out a low muffled snort.

Its steps were limping, its movements were slow, and it had completely lost its initial momentum of motionlessness.

"Well, to the prey, we are indeed evil." Gordon smiled and held the hilt of the sword. After being a hunter for so many years, he would not give up hunting for such a thing.

Gordon swung his sword to cut off the airflow and continued to charge forward. As long as he could get close to the position below the giant beast's head, in that "dangerous safe zone", the risk of frontal combat would be greatly reduced.

In the stereotyped thinking of the giant beast, the cub is safest only when it stays by its side, even if its own situation is very dangerous.

The prey's hind legs were already covered with vertical and horizontal wounds, most of which were Gordon's work over the past few days, and a few were the result of his hard work.

"Tsk, tsk, I feel like I have become a great villain."

It slowly turned around and faced the hunters, and the cub took steps away alone amid bursts of pitiful wails.

What Pork Chop is doing right now is to enlarge the wound on the beast's hind leg, especially the hole in the blood vessel.

"He's crazy again!" Pig Chop helplessly stepped up his attack pace.

Gordon has always been like this since his days as a novice, and from time to time he would like to confront monsters head-on.

"Hmm."

"So Gordon still wants to run to the front of the giant beast and try to die, meow?"

risk?

The large amount of blood loss made the giant beast very weak, and both the strength and speed of its movements were greatly weakened.

Gordon laughed and raised his sword, pointing forward, "I will keep attacking until you fall!"

Different from those first few days, the giant beast now no longer stays in place for a long time.

It began to consciously move long distances in an attempt to escape the entanglement of the hunter.

Pig Chop glanced sideways at Gordon, "Isn't it Meow?"

The giant beast rolled back its proboscis and tried to catch Gordon. Gordon rolled to avoid it in time. When he got up, he raised his sword and slashed again.

Gordon stopped his momentum early and flew back, "The top priority is always this move."

The hunter and Ellu rushed out.

Gordon had already rushed under its nose, swung his sword and opened a wound on its chin that was not covered by carapace.

It became furious.

The hunter raised his sword, and the giant beast waved its proboscis.

Just as the two were about to confront each other, a frightening and ferocious roar came from the dark sky covered by the misty wind and snow.

"Gah ah ah ah -!"

A huge dark yellow shadow swooped down from the sky.

(End of chapter)