Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Gordon's mouth tightened as he nimbly walked through the dense forest with complex terrain.

His previous success seemed to have exhausted his luck. More than two hours had passed since he opened the camp, and he had just discovered a trace of a large wild boar passing by.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky.

Although the sun has not completely set, the light is much dimmer. If you want to complete the hunt before nightfall, there is not much time left.

Night hunting is not completely impossible. Having undergone complete hunter training, you can still move freely even in the dark.

However, there are many nocturnal animals and even monsters inhabiting the Shuretsen Hills.

Compared with daytime hunting, the risk of hunting at night is undoubtedly several levels higher.

There were two choices before him at this time.

The first is to give up tracking, return to the camp immediately, and start hunting again after dawn tomorrow. Anyway, only two days have passed out of the three-day mission limit. As long as the expedition mission is completed before the end of tomorrow, there will be no problem.

The second is to continue tracking the traces of the big wild boar and complete the task as soon as possible.

Whether it was the teachings of the previous instructors or the reason in his heart, Gordon was told that returning to the camp at this time was the best choice.

But another thought was also boiling in his mind.

——What’s wrong with hunting at night? Am I afraid? If I don’t have the courage, how can I hunt flying dragons in the future?

Without hesitating for a few seconds, Gordon, who was at his most impulsive age, decided to be reckless!

He even made an excuse for himself in his heart:

What if I have bad luck tomorrow and fail to find a big wild boar all day long? Wouldn’t the mission be a failure? This is not an impulse of mine, but a mature choice made after careful consideration based on the actual situation!

Having made the decision, Gordon packed up his gear, quickened his pace, and plunged into the depths of the dark and dense forest.

After more than half an hour, it became completely dark in the forest.

Because of the cover of vegetation, night always comes faster in the jungle.

Under the dim light, the branches and vines are faintly visible, the strange chirping of night owls comes near and far away, and fireflies dance sporadically like will-o'-the-wisps. Those who are more timid may scream even just standing here.

But Gordon was very excited.

At this time, he was squatting on the ground, inspecting the tracks of a large wild boar.

"The footprints are very fresh, that guy is nearby!" He twisted the soft soil on the edge of the footprints with his fingers, and Gordon couldn't help but grin.

Hunting is more than just fighting.

Intelligence collection, preparation of equipment and props, and tracking of traces are all important parts of the hunting process.

Now that he has discovered the target, he is fully confident that he can solve it neatly.

Lower your body slightly, bend your knees, put your feet almost firmly on the ground, and step forward alternately.

This way of traveling is not fast, but it can avoid making noise to the greatest extent, attracting the target's attention and vigilance, and making it easier to seize the opportunity.

Gordon moved forward silently to search, and soon the target appeared in his sight.

This is a lone wild boar. It's not that big, and its tusks aren't long. It's probably a female, and it's easier to deal with than the one we encountered before.

As long as you kill it, you can complete the mission, pass the assessment, and become an official hunter!

Thinking of this, Gordon's heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

The instructor's instruction that "you must observe carefully and carefully confirm the surrounding environment before starting a hunt" was forgotten by him.

After quickly scanning the surroundings and briefly confirming that there were no other creatures in sight, Gordon decisively began to attack.

The plan is the same as before, charge close, start with shield collision, destroy the target's balance and then launch continuous slashes to solve the battle!

The young hunter is full of confidence.

However, this time, things did not develop as he planned.

Perhaps the distance is not close enough, or it may be because the target is not eating at this time and is very vigilant.

As early as the moment he rushed out of the shadow, the big wild boar, who was a little confused, turned its head towards him and at the same time paved its hind hooves, preparing to collide.

"Tsk."

Gordon clicked his tongue during the charge. It would be fine to hit the unsuspecting big wild boar from the side, but it would be stupid to confront these guys face to face.

However, failing to gain the upper hand does not mean that you are at a disadvantage, but the battle process will become a little more troublesome.

The pace changed, and the legs that were originally charging at full speed retracted their strength.

At the moment when he was about to collide with the big wild boar, Gordon turned around with his feet and got out of the way. While passing by the big wild boar, he slashed the latter's buttocks.

The big wild boar howled miserably and stopped.

Gordon would not miss such a good opportunity. He stepped closer and swung several knives in succession. The knives struck the big wild boar's hind legs, just to destroy its collision ability.

Unexpectedly, the big wild boar exerted force on its forelimbs, swung its head backwards, and stabbed at him with its dagger-like fangs.

Gordon was a little surprised, but not panicked. He raised the shield on his right arm and faced him.

This is the main reason why apprentice hunters commonly use katana swords.

It is light and flexible. It is not outstanding in attack and defense, but is very balanced. In the face of unexpected situations, it can switch between offense and defense quickly and freely.

"Crack!"

The fangs collided with the bone buckler, and Gordon firmly blocked the blow. On the contrary, the big wild boar, whose hind limbs were seriously injured, staggered backwards.

Under the impact, although the right arm holding the shield was a little numb, it did not affect his subsequent offensive.

The half-meter-long hunter's knife was in his hand, as light as a feather. He could chop vertically, swing horizontally, turn around and slash, and a whole set of combos broke out instantly.

"Hmm, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

The wild boars that were stabbed one after another let out ferocious howls that echoed through the mountains and forests. Of course, Gordon would not feel sympathy for this, and he continuously waved his weapon to strike.

Until it falls completely.

Compared to the previous one, the death of this wild boar was much more tragic.

There were only a few patches of good skin on the body with criss-crossing knife marks, and blood was splattered everywhere.

Standing aside, Gordon was breathing heavily. Even with his outstanding physical fitness, he was really struggling under this series of all-out attacks.

Fortunately, the hunt is over.

Next, you just need to collect the wild boar’s tusks and bring them back to the camp.

After taking a few breaths and preparing to walk towards the big wild boar carcass, Gordon's body suddenly froze.

He could feel a dangerous and malicious gaze locking onto him.

Ignoring the big wild boar carcass beside him, Gordon suddenly turned around and looked in a certain direction, raised his arm to hold the buckler in front of him, and held the hunting knife tightly in his hand, fully alert.

Heavy breathing, heavy footsteps that made the ground tremble slightly, and the crackling sound of trees breaking.

A huge black shadow slowly appeared from among the trees.

The first thing that caught his sight was a pair of huge fangs that were thicker than trees.

Facing this giant tooth, Gordon couldn't help but have this thought in his mind: Is this really something that can grow naturally from a living thing?

The giant teeth are not smooth and beautiful, nor are they uniform in thickness, and are even asymmetrical from left to right.

But the powerful spiral pattern, like a steel bar twisted by a huge machine, has a wild tension that cannot be ignored.

"...Doss van Gogh." Gordon swallowed secretly.

Of course he knew about this guy, the king of the wild boar tribe, the monster who was dubbed the "fierce general" by the hunters.

——The Big Boar King.