MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 1 wild boar or dragon

  Chapter 1 Wild Boar or Charmander

  The trees are shaded, the streams are densely covered, and the fertile black humus soil is ridiculously fertile.

  Covered with moss, decayed tree trunks lying on the ground.

   This is deep in the dense forest of the Shulet area, where even sunlight is difficult to penetrate.

   There is no better place for mushrooms to grow than here.

  On the moss that soaked up the rain last night like a sponge, there are large slices of specialty mushrooms layered on top of each other. The fleshy red canopy is soft and plump, and its delicious taste does not need to be doubted.

   "Humph."

  A vague humming sound came, and a figure squeezed out from the bushes in the forest.

   This is a fat wild boar with a ridge height of more than one meter. The brown-black fur is covered with half-dried mud, as if wearing a layer of armor.

  The big wild boar came to the side of the mushroom-covered stake with a whimper, sniffed left and right with its long and pointed nose, and then began to bite wantonly.

   After a while, the large piece of mushroom that had just grown on the stake was completely smashed.

   "Tsk."

  In the shadow of the dense forest, there was a slight clicking sound, but the big wild boar, who was busy enjoying the food, didn't notice it.

   "I was thinking about whether I could collect some specialty mushrooms along the way, but now it's all ruined."

   Behind a big tree covered in vines, the young hunter in light leather armor muttered silently.

   "Forget it, after completing this assessment task, I will be an official hunter, and there is no need to be angry about a few mushrooms." Gordon comforted himself in his heart.

  He took a slow breath, completely calming down his emotions and breath.

   "Check the surroundings first to see if it is safe."

  In the stream, the shadow of the canopy, the depth of the vines, the chirping of insects, the smell brought by the wind.

  The eyes, ears, nose, and even the skin are carefully and efficiently collecting clues in the environment.

   After a few seconds, Gordon confirmed that there were no other large creatures within at least tens of meters.

   It's time to start hunting.

   Tightening the **** the small shield on his right arm, he also pulled out the bone-made hand sword named "Hunter's Knife" from the sheath behind his waist, and held it tightly in his palm.

  The muscles all over his body were tense like a fully drawn bowstring, and in the next second, he rushed out like a leopard.

   "Humph?"

  The big wild boar with mushroom crumbs hanging from the corner of its mouth raised its head vigilantly, before its huge head turned to the direction of the sound.

  The attacker had crossed the distance of nearly ten meters and rushed to its side.

  He didn't stop, and didn't take out the knife directly. Instead, he used the round shield, which could barely cover the vital parts of the chest and abdomen, as an attack angle, and slammed into the side of the big wild boar.

   "Gah!"

  Even the big wild boar with a low and stable center of gravity will inevitably stagger under the full force of the collision, unable to counterattack immediately.

  However, Gordon raised his shield and swung his knife, and slashed firmly on the relatively soft waist of the wild meat.

  The hunter's knife blade covered with fine and sharp teeth successfully broke through the defense of mud and fur.

   In the splash of blood, fat, muscles and tendons were cut open, and the big wild boar's hind legs went limp, and it fell to the ground with a howl.

  The big wild boar's only attack method is the pig's dash relying on its hind legs. Such a knife may not be directly fatal, but it abolished its hind legs and completely cut off the possibility of its resistance.

  The next picture is more cruel.

   "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

  Following a scream of misery, the big wild boar's eyes completely lost all vitality, leaving only a strong body, still twitching slightly in a reflexive manner.

   Flicking the blood off the blade, Gordon sheathed the knife.

  He stood up, first looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no danger, he squatted down again, pulled out the stripping knife and began to collect the carcasses of the big wild boar.

   Tens of seconds later, he selectively cut off a large piece of raw meat with better quality, and pulled out a half-meter-long fang.

  As for the most valuable fur, it can’t be sold at a good price due to several knife marks, and the mission is not yet over, and it is also in the way, so I have to give it up.

   Putting the raw meat and fangs into the bag, Gordon came to the stream and quickly washed his blood-stained hands and knives before leaving in a hurry.

  The smell of blood and corpses will soon attract predators like Blue Velociraptor, so staying here is asking for trouble.

  Running all the way, after more than half an hour, Gordon returned to the hunter camp built surrounded by boulders.

  The boy let out a long sigh of relief until he got through the narrow passage like a dog hole and saw the simple but strong yellow animal skin tent.

  Back to the camp is completely safe.

  Take the fangs and raw meat out of the bag. The former is a settlement item to confirm the result of the crusade, and store it in the red storage box in the camp.

  The latter is marinated with seasoning, ready to be roasted and eaten in a while, which is also considered a tooth-making ceremony.

   After all, although the portable food provided by the Hunter's Guild can quickly fill the stomach, the taste is really hard to compliment.

  This portable food baked with wheat flour and bacon jerky tastes like wood soaked in salt water

  By comparison, roasted meat that is cooked until golden brown and sizzling with oil is much more delicious.

  Recalling the beauty of the barbecue, Gordon swallowed hard, quickly set up the barbecue grill, and patiently grilled this piece of fresh raw meat that was still warm.

   If you want to bake delicious barbecue with charred outside and tender inside, you have to be impatient, and fire control is even more important.

  The boy slowly turned the handle of the barbecue grill, and took out his thin hunter's notebook.

  Turn to the latest page.

  —

  Assessment task: Disgusting herd of wild boars

   Task content: Crusade against 5 big wild boars

  Remuneration: 300z

  Designated place: Huletson Hill

   Time limit: 3 days

  The wild boar population in Xiuletsen Hill is multiplying abnormally, and the number is growing too fast. Please be sure to reduce their number, so as not to damage the ecology of the Xiuletsen Hill area and affect the surrounding human gathering places!

  —

  Take out a charcoal pencil and record a few strokes.

  Including the one just now, he has already hunted four big wild boars in the past two days, and if he hunts one more, he will be able to complete the task and return to the village.

the most important is!

   At that time, after passing the assessment task, I can finally lose the prefix of "apprentice" and officially become a monster hunter!

   Two full years have passed since he officially started hunter training at the age of fifteen.

   It's time to graduate.

  Thinking of this, the corners of Gordon's mouth couldn't help but start to rise.

  Big wild boar, blue velociraptor, and Bobo (mammoth), which have hunted not a hundred or seventy or eighty fish monsters in the past two years, are not worth recording in his hunter's notebook.

  Only real flying dragons like the male Charmander!

   is the glory hunters yearn for!

  A burnt smell woke him up from his beautiful delusions.

   Only then did Gordon realize that the meat had been grilled over the fire, and hurriedly took the barbecue off the grill.

   Fortunately, it was only burnt a little.

   This little thing can't affect his good mood.

   While biting hard at the hot barbecue with a little burnt smell, the boy raised his head and looked at the sun that was still high in the sky.

  It's still early, at least three hours before sunset.

   Speed ​​up, gobble it up, and after a few minutes, throw the gnawed bones aside, Gordon patted his distended belly, and stood up.

   "Eat and drink enough, strike while the iron is hot! Finish the hunt before dark!"

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