Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

With a ridge height of over 250 centimeters and a body weighing several tons, it is hard to believe that it and the giant wild boar belong to the same species.

The high and strong back is like a hill.

The horn-like wedge-shaped protruding structures on both sides of the spine are actually vertebrae that are so thick that they pierce the surface of the body. Combined with the muscles on the body, they can burst out with terrifying power like a flash flood at any time.

Two streams of white steam spurted out from its nostrils, which was a precursor to the "fierce general's" rage.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the tragically dead female wild boar not far away, and Gordon felt bitter in his mouth.

I was afraid that I had given away someone else's little lover, so it was no wonder that this guy was so angry.

Can't turn around!

Right now, escaping is a sure way to death. Human beings cannot run as fast as the Big Wild Boar King in a straight line.

Dealing with it and looking for opportunities is the only option.

After adjusting his breathing and forcing himself to calm down, Gordon used the shield to cover himself and took out a spherical prop the size of an egg from his bag with the smallest possible movement.

He really hoped that it was a sonic bomb or a flash bomb or something. Those cute little things could buy him a lot of time.

It's a pity that he didn't bring this expensive item, or rather it was expensive for him as a trainee hunter.

This is just the most ordinary dyed ball.

With a flick of his arm, the dye ball hit the Big Wild Boar King's back accurately, and a large amount of paint-like fluorescent red liquid splashed out, covering the Big Wild Boar King's fur.

At the same time, a pungent smell spread in the air.

This is a prop used by hunters to mark target monsters.

Specially trained monster hunters can accurately track targets by identifying smells and tracking traces of paint dripping on the ground and rubbing on rock walls and vegetation.

Of course, Gordon's purpose of throwing the dyed ball at this time was not just for tracking.

It was to further anger the Big Boar King and force it to attack - the arrows on the string that were not shot were the most terrifying thing.

To the Big Wild Boar King, this "blow" did not cause any harm, but it was extremely insulting.

It's almost like peeing strong-smelling urine on its head...

The huge fangs swung violently a few times with the movements of the big wild boar king's head.

Its short but thick and powerful forelimbs scraped the ground, it howled angrily, lowered its head and rumbled towards Gordon like a steam locomotive.

Suppressing the urge and fear in his heart to dodge to one side, Gordon kept telling himself that the time had not come yet.

Once the rolling action is too early, it gives the monster the distance to adjust its direction, and before it can get up, it will be a disaster.

The young hunter lowered his body, tensed his muscles, and stared at the giant beast that was approaching at a fast speed.

"It's now!"

The taut body springs like a spring.

Gordon flew and rolled to the right, successfully dodging this fatal blow. The fierce airflow driven by the Big Boar King's body even blew up the turf, leaving a mess wherever he passed.

Don't wait for him to relax.

Gordon had just finished rolling and before he could even stand up completely, he felt a strong wind coming from behind him.

The big wild boar king, who missed the collision, stopped in time, turned around, raised his huge fangs, and swung at the hunter.

"Damn it! Although the body is several times bigger, the flexibility is so much higher than that of an ordinary wild boar!?"

Gordon gritted his teeth and held the buckler in front of him, barely making a stance to resist the impact, and then flew backwards like a kicked ball.

It fell to the ground, and Gordon, who was unable to complete the body position, only felt his brain buzzing, and his right arm holding the shield felt a sharp pain like breaking.

His whole body felt like it was falling apart. He wanted to lie down on the ground and take a breather, but he knew that this was not the time.

The Big Wild Boar King's all-out attack is already approaching.

It was too late to get up at this time, so Gordon could only use all his strength to roll to one side a few times, and finally managed to escape another surprise attack.

However, how long will it take for the next attack to arrive? One second? Or two seconds later?

Am I going to die from this?

Just when Gordon, who had no time to stand up, was about to fall into despair, a roar of breaking trees and the howling of the Big Boar King came from not far behind him.

Not knowing what happened, but finally getting some respite, Gordon endured the severe pain and got up, only to realize that luck seemed to be favoring him this time.

The big wild boar king, who had lost his mind due to his rage, actually bumped his head against a huge tree that was as thick as two people's arms.

The most outrageous thing is that the tree was actually broken!

However, the Big Wild Boar King is obviously not having a good time either.

His steps were swaying as if he was drunk, and he seemed to be in a dizzy state.

This is undoubtedly the best time to escape!

However, Gordon once again stopped thinking about turning around and running away.

Judging from the way the Big Wild Boar King shakes its head, it will recover from the dizzy state in a few seconds at most.

How far can you run during this time? Ten meters? Or twenty meters?

Indeed, when moving in a jungle with dense vegetation, my flexible body has an advantage over the wide and fat Big Wild Boar King, but now I am also injured, and my right arm may even be broken.

If I just run away, can I really escape?

"We must inflict some injuries on the big wild boar king, at least hinder its movement!"

Gordon roared to vent the fear in his heart, clutched the hunter's knife tightly in his left hand, rushed behind the Big Wild Boar King, and aimed at the Achilles tendon of the Big Wild Boar King's hind leg.

Without sparing any strength, he swung out what was probably the heaviest blow he had ever made since receiving hunter training.

The heel, which is not covered with thick fur, is indeed one of the weakest defensive parts of the Big Boar King, but that is only relatively speaking.

It was more like a slashing hunter's knife than a swing. It successfully cut through the not too thick layer of skin, but it did not cut off the Achilles tendon of the Big Boar King as Gordon expected.

The blade barely cut in halfway before being stuck tightly by the rock-hard muscles and Achilles tendon.

But this knife really hurt the big wild boar king.

It had just regained consciousness and howled miserably. Supported by a terrifying core strength that was unimaginable to humans, it suddenly turned around and shook its head, and its thick fangs knocked Gordon away again.

Under the huge shock, Gordon rolled to the ground and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Gordon gritted his teeth with all his strength shaken away, and tried to raise his head, staring at the big wild boar king who was charging again with his increasingly blurred vision.

The law of the jungle is the law of nature. Since you are unable to win, as a loser, witnessing the end of your life is not an ending.

However, just when the young hunter was about to be trampled to pieces, a strange horn sound sounded.

"Dudu~dudu~dudu~"

The Big Wild Boar King turned his head irritably, his attention temporarily drawn away.

At the same time, several short white and brown figures approached Gordon who was lying on the ground with an agility that was far beyond the reach of humans.

He was carried onto a simple wooden cart with all hands and feet, and disappeared into the dark forest in the blink of an eye.

Only the big wild boar king was left who had not regained his composure for a while, roaring to vent the fury and unwillingness in his heart.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"