Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Seeing that Gordon's attack failed, the two odd-faced tribe immediately gloated and danced around him.

Such a strange scene made Hayata's eyes widen. Are these two odd-faced people dancing?

Seeing through the disciple's confusion, Amos smiled and explained from the side: "They are not dancing, but are using this to distract the opponent and prepare to launch a surprise attack.

The Odd Faces have high IQs. They can see that Gordon is a 'hunter' rather than some prey that lacks the means to resist, so they are more cautious and use tactics. "

"Then Brother Gordon?"

"Don't worry about watching it. If Gordon can't even deal with these little things, he won't be promoted to two stars at a young age."

Gordon really didn't care, he was luring these little monsters.

Slashing a sword on the ground and being unable to pull it out, helpless? Now he wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

Sure enough, the Qimian Clan took the bait.

On his left side, the strange-faced man holding an animal femur bone in his hand as a warhammer suddenly jumped forward, and when he saw Gordon looking at it, he jumped back immediately.

At the same time, the odd-faced man holding a rusted metal dagger on his right jumped up while his companion was attracting the hunter's attention, and swung the rusted iron sword in his hand with a strange scream, slashing at Gordon's body. The chest and neck are critical.

Gordon's mouth curled up.

With a light hook on his toes, the Explosive Knife, which was not deep into the ground, was released immediately. Following the inertia of lifting the big sword, Gordon took a step back, and continued to lift it while turning the direction of the blade.

Go up and chop!

The strange-faced clan jumping in mid-air was unavoidable, the sharp hook blade of the Explosive Knife pierced its chest, its withered body twitched twice, then stopped moving, and turned into a corpse hanging on the blade of the Explosive Knife .

The sudden death of his companion seemed to have stimulated the Qimian tribe with the bone stick. It let out a strange cry and rushed forward again.

Gordon swung his big sword, shook off the strange-faced corpse hanging on the blade, and went up to him.

The small Qimian tribe is very flexible in its movements. Facing the amazingly powerful but not so flexible big sword, it successfully dodges one after another.

Gordon was not in a hurry, and continued to follow his inertia, swinging his sword steadily, and finally succeeded in catching a flaw in the strange-faced clan when he swung the fifth sword, and easily killed him.

Glancing at the two corpses on the ground, Gordon ordered the pork chops to be vigilant, squatted down, and began to strip them.

The process of stripping the Qimian tribe is very simple, maybe it should not be called "stripping", but "corpse search", after all, no one needs the material of the Qimian tribe itself.

The skin of the odd-faced tribe, the teeth of the odd-faced tribe, all sound similar, don't they?

Therefore, Gordon's attention was completely focused on the two crude animal skin packages, which were the luggage of the strange face tribe. No one knew what was inside, like a lottery.

It is said that someone has touched the precious material called "Dragon Jade" from it, but he himself has only touched bones that have not been chewed clean.

This time is no exception.

Throwing aside the two animal skin bags filled with messy garbage, Gordon patted his legs and stood up.

At the same time, Amos also led the pale-faced Hayata to his side.

The corpse torn apart by the explosive knife will not be complete, and the appearance will naturally not be very good-looking, but this is exactly what Amos hopes Hayata can get used to.

In fact, Hayata had seen a similar scene more than a month ago, but the joy of being rescued at that time diluted the shock brought by the bloody scene, so he didn't think too much about it.

Unlike now, she felt like she was going to throw up.

Gordon, who noticed the girl's expression, couldn't help grinning, of course he had experienced this too.

Back then, what instructor Ernest used as a "teaching material" was the corpse of a big wild boar. The head of that poor big wild boar was smashed to pieces under the blow of the instructor's sledgehammer.

He also threw up.

That night, when the instructor roasted wild boar for him, he vomited again.

After doing this a few times, he will no longer feel disgusted by these things. Mr. Amos also has this idea, right?

Seeing Hayata covering his mouth with his hands, his face turning from white to blue but still holding back his vomiting, Gordon guessed in his heart:

Maybe in the future, Mr. Amos will carry out this kind of stimulating therapy and ask Hayata to dissect the corpse or something?

But in fact, it wasn't. Amos thought he wasn't strict enough to this level. Seeing that Hariyata was approaching the limit, he asked her to rest while he came to Gordon.

Gordon, who was somewhat gloating, quickly restrained his expression.

"Gordon, you will take care of me by Hayata's side for a while, and the next wave of strange faces will be handed over to me."

Amos' tone was quite flat, but the content of the words made Gordon very excited.

"The users of the great sword value 'strength', but this does not mean that they will ignore 'skills' because of this. Your method of dealing with small monsters like the Qimen is too rough. I will show you in a moment."

"yes!"

Gordon didn't mind the other party's negative comments about him, and his eyes were shining with anticipation.

It is true that Amos is not a great swordsman, but the vision and experience of his superior hunter determine that even if he is replaced with a big sword that he is not used to, his technical level is much higher than his current self.

Who can refuse the targeted guidance of a high-ranking hunter?

As for taking care of the other party's disciple, it's not a big deal, you can walk with her on your back, anyway, the armor is not as heavy as your own Explosive Knife.

It stands to reason that the bloody smell of the corpse would attract nearby monsters, but because of the existence of Amos, Gordon and the others were not worried.

After resting on the spot for a few minutes, the team set off again after Hayata's face improved slightly.

Only this time, Amos was the one who walked in the front, and Gordon and Pig Chop "clamped" Hayata one after the other to protect him in the middle.

Amos's pace was not very fast, and he obviously slowed down on purpose. Gordon, who fell a few meters behind, used some energy to observe the former's pace.

After a while, he couldn't help sighing: "Mr. Amos is worthy of being a high-ranking hunter, really powerful."

It is Hayata's curiosity that gradually returns to normal along with her physical condition.

She also followed Gordon's example, staring at Amos's back non-stop, and asked, "What's so amazing, is it because Teacher Amos's footsteps are very quiet?"

"Well, almost, it's light and quiet, just like a cat, have you noticed? Not only the feet, but also the branches that may scrape the body and make a sound have been avoided one by one. I can't do this This level." Gordon sincerely admired.

Hayata looked at his teacher Amos, and couldn't help adding another layer of admiration and expectation.

However, at this moment, Amos suddenly stopped. He raised his right fist and made a "police circle" gesture. The pork chop at the end of the line also twitched its nose left and right, as if smelling something.

"The second batch is here. The movement is more complicated, and the number should be more than three." Amos said softly, and at the same time slowly pulled out the white ape razor [pole] behind him.

As the ice-blue blade slipped out of the scabbard little by little, Gordon felt that the temperature around him seemed to drop a bit.

"Pay attention to my movements."

With a low shout, Amos staggered his two steps, facing the five figures rushing out from the shadow of the dense forest.