MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 3 Have you been driven by the big wild boar king cat?

  Chapter 3 Have you been driven by the big wild boar king cat?

  The ridge is more than 250 centimeters high, and the body weighing tons is so huge that it is hard to believe that it belongs to the same species as the big wild boar.

  The high and strong back is like a hill.

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

  Two puffs of white steam spewed out from its nostrils, which was a precursor to the fury of the "Resolute General".

  Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the miserable-looking big female wild boar not far away, and Gordon felt bitter in his mouth.

  I'm afraid I've given away his little lover, so it's no wonder this guy is so angry.

   Can't turn around!

   Right now, escaping is the way to death. The speed of human running in a straight line is absolutely impossible to compare with the big wild boar king.

   Dealing with it, looking for an opportunity is the only option.

   Adjusting his breathing to force himself to calm down, Gordon used his shield to cover him, and with the smallest movement range, he took out an egg-sized spherical prop from his luggage.

  He really hoped it was a sonic bomb, or a flashbang or something, those cute little things would buy him a lot of time.

  It's a pity that he didn't bring such an expensive item, or an expensive item for him as a trainee hunter.

   This is just the most common colored ball.

   With a flick of the arm, the dye ball precisely hit the back of the big wild boar king, and a large amount of paint-like fluorescent red liquid splashed out, covering the fur of the big wild boar king.

   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 distinguishing smells, tracking paint dripping on the ground, and rubbing traces on rock walls and vegetation.

  Of course, the purpose of Gordon throwing the colored ball at this time is not just for tracking.

  It is to further anger the Big Wild Boar King and force him to attack—the unshot arrow on the string is the most terrifying.

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

  It is almost equivalent to sprinkling strong-smelling urine on its head

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

  Short but thick and powerful forelegs scraped the ground, it howled, lowered its head, and rushed towards Gordon rumbling like a steam locomotive.

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

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

  The young hunter lowered his body, tensed all his muscles, and stared at the extremely fast approaching giant beast.

"It's now!"

  The taut body springs out like a spring.

  Gordon swooped and rolled to the right, successfully dodging this fatal blow. The violent airflow driven by the body of the Big Wild Boar even blew up the turf, and the place he passed was in a mess.

   Don't wait for him to breathe a sigh of relief.

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

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

   "Damn it! Even though its body is several times bigger, its flexibility is so much higher than that of ordinary wild boars!?"

  Gritting his teeth, Gordon blocked the buckler in front of him, barely made an impact-resistant posture, and flew backwards like a kicked ball.

   It fell to the ground, and Gordon, who failed to complete the receiving posture, only felt his brain buzzing, and his right arm with the shield was in severe pain like a rupture.

  He felt like he was falling apart, and he really wanted to lie on the ground to catch his breath, but he knew that this was not the time.

  The big wild boar king's full-strength pig burst is already in sight.

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

   However, how soon will the next attack come? in a second? Or two seconds later?

  Are you going to die here?

   Just when Gordon, who didn't even have time to get up, was about to fall into despair, a burst of tree breaking and the howling of the big wild boar king came from not far behind him.

  I don't know what happened, but Gordon finally got a little respite and got up enduring the severe pain, only to realize that luck seemed to favor him this time.

   Under the rage, the big wild boar king, who lost his wits, bumped headfirst into a giant tree as thick as two people hugging each other.

  The most outrageous thing is that the tree was broken!

   However, the big wild boar king is obviously not having a good time.

   His footsteps swayed as if he was drunk, and he seemed to have fallen into a state of dizziness.

   This is undoubtedly the best time to escape!

  However, Gordon once again stopped the idea of ​​turning around and running.

   Judging from the vigorous shaking of the big boar king's head, it will recover from the stunned state in a few seconds at most.

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

   It is true that in the jungle with dense vegetation, he has an advantage over the big wild boar king with his flexible body, but now he is also injured, and his right arm may even be broken.

  Run directly, can you really escape?

   "The big wild boar king must be injured a little, at least to prevent it from moving!"

  Gordon vented his fear with a roar, 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 probably the heaviest blow he had received since he was trained as a hunter.

  The heel without thick fur is indeed one of the weaker parts of the Big Wild Boar King's defense, but that's only in relative terms.

   It was not so much a swing, it was more like a hunter's knife hacked out. It successfully cut through the not too thick layer of skin, but it didn't cut off the Achilles tendon of the Big Wild Boar King as Gordon expected.

  The blade just managed to cut halfway through, before it was firmly stuck by the rock-hard muscle and Achilles tendon.

   But this knife really hurt the Big Wild Boar King.

  It howled miserably when it just regained consciousness, and with the support of the unimaginable terrifying core force of human beings, it turned around and shook its head suddenly, and its thick fangs knocked Gordon out again.

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

   Gordon, whose strength had been shaken away, gritted his teeth, tried to raise his head, and stared at the big wild boar king who was charging again with his gradually blurred vision.

   It is the law of nature that the weak prey on the strong. Since they are powerless to win, as a loser, witnessing the end of their own life is not an ending.

  However, at the moment when the young hunter was about to be trampled into meat, a strange horn sounded.

   "Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo~"

  The Big Wild Boar King turned his head irritably, being temporarily distracted.

   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 hurriedly carried him onto a simple wooden cart, and disappeared into the dark forest in the blink of an eye.

   Only the big wild boar king who hadn't recovered for a while was left, roaring to vent his anger and unwillingness.

   "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

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  (end of this chapter)