MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 8 Broken Tusk

  Chapter 8 The Broken Tusk

  The sun is gradually rising into the headspace, and the temperature is also rising.

  The clothes under the armor had already been soaked with sweat, but Gordon, who was concentrating all his energy on avoiding the attack of the Big Wild Boar King and looking for flaws in the attack, naturally couldn't notice it.

  Ten minutes have passed since the battle officially started.

  The high-intensity rolling dodge and swinging the knife caused his physical fitness to decline very quickly, and the big wild boar king who was the hunting target naturally felt uncomfortable.

   The toxins of paralyzing mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms continue to act, which makes it consume its stamina faster.

  The knife wounds all over his body looked terrible, but most of the wounds were not deep. The really serious one was the wound on the Achilles tendon of his left hind leg.

  After the effect of adrenaline secretion due to anger, the sharp pain in the hind legs made its movements sluggish.

  The original idea of ​​crushing the opponent into a pulp has faded a lot. After a confrontation that lasted several seconds, the big wild boar king turned around and trotted away, panting heavily.

   Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.

  He didn't pursue immediately, because his physical fitness had also dropped to a dangerous level, and besides, he was by no means unscathed in the previous battle.

   After briefly confirming that the surrounding area is temporarily safe, Gordon took out a water bag filled with recovery medicine and took a few gulps.

  Pressed the side ribs with his palms, and he was relieved by the not-so-unbearable pain from the ribs.

  He just got kicked by the big wild boar king here, even with armor protection, bruises are inevitable, as long as the bones are not seriously damaged.

  The right shoulder was also rubbed by the fangs of the big wild boar king just now, and it is now very swollen. Fortunately, no bones were injured, and it should be relieved after a short rest.

  Take out a piece of carrying food, and after swallowing the recovery medicine mixed with honey, Gordon took out the whetstone and began to sharpen the knife.

  The originally sharp blade was now covered with blood and fat, and there were still a few cracks. If it wasn't sharpened in time, it might not even be able to cut the fur of the Big Wild Boar King.

  After resting for about ten minutes, Gordon, who felt that his condition had basically recovered, continued hunting and launched a chase.

   While he was recovering his strength, the Big Wild Boar King did the same, but he didn't dare to let that guy rest for too long.

  The smell of the dyed ball that had just been installed not long ago was obvious, and it didn't take Gordon much effort to capture the whereabouts of the big wild boar king.

  The other party was standing by a stream, drinking water with his head down. The wounds all over his body looked miserable, attracting countless flies and insects in the forest, buzzing.

  The creek was full of pebbles and fallen leaves, and there was no shelter. It was impossible to approach quietly, so Gordon gave up his plan of lurking and sneaking.

   Grabbed a pebble casually, threw it far away, and precisely hit the big wild boar king on the forehead.

  The big wild boar king shook his body, turned his head angrily, and fixed his small eyes on that hateful human being.

  Gordon raised his hands, made a provocative gesture that even ants could understand, and laughed loudly: "Come on! Let's continue!"

   "Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

  From the scorching sun to the setting sun.

  The whole afternoon was spent in the constant fight and pursuit between Gordon and the Big Wild Boar King.

  The state of the Big Wild Boar King is getting worse and worse.

  The effects of the paralyzing mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms have long since ended, but its condition has not improved. During these five or six hours, it has bled too much, and has no time to recover its strength, let alone eat.

  The spirit is always in a state of high tension, and whenever it wants to take a breath, the vicious human will appear with a knife.

  The left hind leg was seriously injured. In order to reduce the burden on the left leg, Big Wild Boar King tried to keep his left hind leg hanging in the air, and walked on the ground with the other three legs.

   Not to mention the slow walking speed, it will further consume physical strength, but the Big Wild Boar King has no choice.

  If the left leg is not rested, it may not even be able to use the most usual charge in battle.

   As a stalker, Gordon's condition is not much better.

  The recovery potion in the water bag had already been exhausted, and several new injuries had been added to his body. In order to withstand an impact, the right arm holding the shield was fractured again, and every movement felt excruciating pain.

   What worries him the most is the hunter's knife in his hand.

   There are more and more cracks, and the whetstone can't restore its original sharpness. There is even a crack on the smooth surface of the knife. Maybe it will break completely after the next swing of the knife.

  The inexperienced young hunter didn't know that the culprit for the excessive wear and tear on the weapon was actually himself.

  Using poisonous mushrooms to poison weapons is so easy, why didn't the instructor mention it? That's because poisonous mushrooms contain corrosive sap that can cause irreversible damage to weapons.

  Those special weapons with high poison are not as simple as applying poison on the blade, but use targeted materials and structural design.

   Indeed, the highly poisonous juice on the blade suppressed the self-healing ability of the big wild boar king to a certain extent, causing it to bleed profusely, but a loss is a gain. Who can tell clearly before the final result?

   Now, Gordon once again stood in front of the big wild boar king.

   Both are approaching the limit, and this may be the last confrontation.

   "Come on, let's continue."

  The hunter waved at the big wild boar king for the umpteenth time.

   "Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

   The Big Wild Boar King, who had been cornered, had his eyes red again.

  The arrogance of the "Resolute General" made it unwilling to put its last physical strength on running away, and its left hind leg with almost completely ruptured Achilles tendon miraculously stepped on the ground steadily.

  Long white steam spewed out from its nostrils as if the vent valve of a steam engine had been opened.

   The pig's sudden advance, which is far more imposing than any previous one, has begun. Even if a flying dragon stands in front of it at this time, it will definitely be hit hard by this blow.

  Gordon, who felt the opponent's determination, would definitely not be like the heroic story described in the picture book—both sides charged at the same time, crossed each other, the winner sheathed his sword, and the loser fell down.

   No matter how brave you are, you shouldn’t play hedging with the big wild boar king

   Dodging is the only option.

  Looking directly at the big wild boar king who was coming at a gallop, Gordon rolled and dodged at the last moment, like every time before, dodging the charge beautifully.

  However, this time, the Big Wild Boar King's actions changed.

  It didn't stop, but changed direction forcibly while charging at full speed. The hill-like body drew a nearly 90-degree corner in the forest glade, and its huge fangs pointed directly at the hunter.

"How can it be!?"

  Gordon's complexion changed suddenly, he never imagined that the Big Wild Boar King would hide his hand and continue the pig cart?

   At the critical moment of life and death, he didn't even care about rolling over and receiving his body. He threw himself to the side with all his strength, and fell heavily to the ground.

   Even so, the distance he saved was not far enough, and the heavy hooves of the Big Wild Boar King were about to crush his knees.

  At this moment, Gordon can only choose to leave everything to luck.

  He didn't care about estimating the distance, gritted his teeth and rolled in a circle, and it was this gambling-like roll that made him miraculously avoid being trampled by the big wild boar king.

   Without sparing any effort, the big wild boar king charged at full speed and slammed into the trunk of the big tree in front, making a bang like an explosion.

   "Click!"

  A sound that was obviously different from the sound of trees breaking came into Gordon's ears.

   Gordon, who got up in a panic, looked up in astonishment.

   The fangs of the Big Wild Boar King are broken!

  (end of this chapter)