Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Astonishment is astonishment.

Facing the dizzy Big Wild Boar King, Gordon would not let go of such a good opportunity.

Previously, due to the existence of huge fangs, it was difficult for him to attack the fragile neck of the Big Wild Boar King.

But now, the big wild boar king with a broken tooth on one side not only lost an offensive spear, but also lost a strong shield to protect his vitals!

Gordon couldn't care less about keeping his strength and maneuvering, the decisive blow was now!

"Drink ah ah!"

He shouted, jumped high, and with the power of charging and jumping, he thrust the hunter's knife in his hand into the vital artery of the Big Wild Boar King's side neck with all his strength.

The tip of the hunter's knife successfully cut through the not-thick fur and thin muscles, but just as it continued to penetrate, it was about to pierce the artery and insert into the trachea.

The crack on the knife body could not withstand the powerful force in the end, and it completely shattered like the fangs of a big wild boar king in Gordon's almost desperate eyes.

The severe pain and the stimulation of the attack on the vitals made the big wild boar king wake up from the dizziness. It struggled to get up, and two equally heavy gasps echoed in the forest.

The big wild boar king is at the end of his strength, but what can a hunter who has lost his weapon do?

Hit it with your fist? Bite with your teeth?

That's not realistic.

Even if he was severely injured and weakened to the extreme, it was absolutely impossible for human fists and feet to break through the defense of the big wild boar king's fur and muscles and cause effective damage.

"I have come here, but I can only retreat? Has the hunt failed?"

The chaotic thoughts in Gordon's head were scrambling into a mess, and he had never expected such an ending.

"Never!" he growled.

Humans don't have fangs and claws, but they cast monster's minions into weapons and turn them into their own strength.

The instructor's voice seemed to echo in his ears, and the young hunter's eyes locked on the Giant Fang that fell aside.

The weapons of monsters, the power of humans!

There was a flash of madness in Gordon's eyes. He roared, hugged the giant tooth that was more than two meters long and weighed nearly 100 kilograms with both hands, and lifted it high.

The former glory of the big wild boar king turned into a huge sword in the hands of the young hunter. With a roar that pierced the air, it slammed heavily on the huge head of the big wild boar king, knocking it to the ground.

Again and again.

Amidst the muffled impact of flesh and hard objects, the Big Wild Boar King's struggles became weaker and weaker.

Gritting his teeth, Gordon squeezed every ounce of strength in the muscles and bones, and continued to wave his giant teeth. He knew very well that this was his last strength.

Once the heavy fangs are lowered, they cannot be lifted up again.

This crazy offensive lasted for nearly a minute.

It wasn't until the big wild boar king completely lost his vitality that Gordon sat powerlessly on the ground as if his spine had been pulled out, panting heavily.

He was in a state of embarrassment, but the smile on his face was unprecedentedly brilliant.

Holding the heavy giant teeth in his hands, he grinned and shouted:

"Big Wild Boar King, the hunt was successful!"

With his hands under his head, Gordon lay on his back on the herbivorous dragon truck returning to Kokot Village, closing his eyes and recalling everything that had happened in the past two days.

The huge tusks were placed beside Gordon as a trophy. In comparison, the four tusks of ordinary big wild boars were too inconspicuous.

The truck owner, who was in his forties, glanced back at the giant fang from time to time, and looked at Gordon with admiration.

This uncle and Gordon are old acquaintances, and the latter often hitchhikes with him, going back and forth between Xiuletsen Hill and Cocot Village.

The owner of the car knew that Gordon was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and that Gordon was a novice hunter who had only started training two years ago.

The underage novice hunter, with the most basic training equipment, successfully hunted the big wild boar king. This is news that would cause a little sensation in Minergard City!

Such a character rides a car, can it be called a ride? It's obvious that I rubbed against other people's guards all the way!

More than a day on the road blinked by.

When Gordon returned to the village with the fangs of the big wild boar king, this remote and peaceful mountain village was instantly detonated.

Everyone exclaimed, "After that hero, future hunters will be born from our village!"

Compared to the amazement of the villagers without knowing it, the reaction of Ernest, who was called the instructor by Gordon, can only be described as horror.

"You really hunted the big wild boar king with a hunter's knife?" The instructor's face was full of disbelief, but with the two-meter-long giant tooth as evidence, he couldn't help but believe it.

For him who had successfully hunted flying dragons, the Big Wild Boar King was not an opponent worth mentioning.

Even with Gordon's set of equipment and weapons, he can easily do it with only experience and martial skills.

But all of this is amazing for a trainee hunter who has not yet obtained the official hunter qualification. Uh, well, I almost forgot, this kid has just passed the assessment, and he can already be regarded as a one-star official hunter.

The size of the big wild boar king can be roughly judged from the two-meter-long giant tooth, and the length should be about 350 to 400 centimeters, which is also in the upper middle of the big wild boar king.

Let this little guy accumulate a few more years, maybe he can really catch up with the flying dragon before the age of twenty?

Regarding this important event in the village, the village head of the dragon tribe had a subtle reaction.

The old man just smiled and squinted his eyes, kept nodding, and kept muttering: "Big wild boar, big wild boar is good, very good, very good~"

Gordon had reason to suspect that the old man had dementia.

Under the instructor's questioning, Gordon reported his hunting experience in detail.

The instructor felt gratified from the bottom of his heart for the mature hunting concept of Gordon, who was once a pure fighter.

This kind of hunting philosophy is "use all the power available around you" at best, and "unscrupulous" at worst, but often only such hunters can survive to the end.

Afterwards, the instructor called a doctor to conduct a comprehensive examination of Gordon's body.

The latter suffered a lot of injuries, and the right arm was the most serious, with some congestion in the chest cavity, some misalignment of the shoulder blades, contusions, abrasions, bruises, and countless more.

It is true that recovery medicine can quickly heal most injuries. Breakable bones and misplaced bones will not be reset under the effect of recovery medicine. Only experienced doctors can help to adjust.

After resetting Gordon's bones, bandaging the wound, and draining the blood, the doctor told him to lie in bed for ten to half a month to avoid sequelae.

In addition, foods rich in calcium and collagen such as bone broth and cartilage are very beneficial to his recovery, so the instructor left nothing to say and asked the neighbor's aunt to take care of him for two days before heading directly to the nearest hunting ground.

Two days later, the instructor came back, bringing back with him a whole truckload of herbivorous dragon meat.

During the recuperation, he strictly prohibited Gordon from performing physical training, which made Gordon feel very uncomfortable, but on the other hand, the latter, whose parents died early, actually enjoyed this feeling of being cared for.

Another week passed.

Gordon, who felt that he had fully recovered, was no longer willing to lie in bed all day, and the instructor who could not help him had to use this time.

Give Gordon "tuition".

In the past, Gordon didn't like to use a variety of hunting props. He trusted the hunting knife in his hand more, and naturally he didn't study hard. This time, the instructor made up for him.

Not to mention the commonly used sonic bombs and flash bombs, even the very rare thunderbolts were forced to learn.

I don't know which ghost invented this kind of hunting tool that can summon lightning strikes in thunderstorms. It is expensive and unstable, and it is easy to hack monsters and myself.

It is estimated that it will be eliminated by the market soon, right?