Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

For four or five days in a row, Gordon and the pork chop went back and forth between the hunting ground and the camp many times.

Take time to rest when you are tired, and restart the battle when you wake up.

The wounds on the giant beast's legs and proboscis healed several times, and were torn again and again.

In the entire basin, huge hoof prints, fallen trees, and dark red bloodstains can be seen everywhere, and the air seems to be filled with a faint smell of blood.

It has to be said that this hunting method is cumbersome and abrasive, but it can guarantee the hunter's state and physical strength to the greatest extent-this is the key to victory in a protracted battle.

With the sharpened sword on his back, Gordon walked out of the camp gate again, "Are you ready, pork chop? That guy doesn't have much breath left. If he persists for a day or two, victory is in sight."

"I'm full of energy, meow!"

Pork Chop crossed his hips, "It's Gordon Meow, who was kicked out by the giant beast yesterday, so it hurt me so quickly, Meow?"

Gordon patted his ribs, gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a broken bone, just a small injury, I drank a few bottles of recovery medicine and slept well for a night, it's already fine!"

"So Gordon has to run to the front of the giant beast to kill meow?"

"How can the practice of a hunter be called death?"

Unlike the first few days, today's behemoths will no longer stay in place for a long time.

It began to consciously move long distances, trying to get rid of the hunter's entanglement.

However, this kind of giant tooth beast species without natural enemies naturally lacks the concept of "escape". The so-called long-distance movement is nothing more than leaving the small flat basin and wandering around in the territory.

It even took the half-sized cub with it.

In the stereotyped thinking of the giant beast, the cub is the safest only when it stays with itself, even if its own situation is very dangerous.

It's as if these are two completely unrelated things.

Gordon complained in his heart more than once, if it were a more ruthless guy, the death of both mother and child would be the standard ending.

Compared with the flying dragon species that are good at flying, and some crustacean species that are good at burrowing, the difficulty of tracking giant beasts can be said to be lower than the lower limit.

The footprints on the snow are big and deep, and a person of Gordon's size can lie directly in them. Unless there is a snowstorm or an avalanche, they can remain for a long time without disappearing.

The blood dripping along the way is the best road sign. Following the huge footprints and the smell of blood, the hunter and Ai Lu walked through the wind and snow.

The majestic figure of the giant beast once again appeared in their sight.

Its steps were limp, its movements were slow, and it completely lost its original immobile aura.

It's too weak.

The constant loss of blood took away too much of its strength.

It had time to eat while the hunter retreated.

However, rough and tough wood needs to be fermented in the stomach for a very long period of time and chewed repeatedly before it can be slowly converted into absorbable nutrients and energy.

There is no time to replenish the consumption of fighting and blood loss in the past few days, so he can only rely on the fat stored in his body to support himself.

"Humph."

Noticing the arrival of Gordon and the pork chop again, the giant beast let out a muffled snort.

It turned around slowly, facing the hunters, and the cub walked away alone amidst bursts of sympathetic screams.

"Tsk tsk, I feel like I have become a big villain."

Pig Chop gave Gordon a sideways look, "Isn't it Meow?"

"Well, we are indeed villains to our prey." Gordon smiled and held the hilt of his sword. After being a hunter for so many years, he still wouldn't give up hunting for such a thing.

"superior!"

Hunter and Ai Lu rushed out.

Different from the original formation, Gordon went straight to the front of the giant beast, but instead, the pig chop detoured and ran behind the giant beast.

The massive blood loss also made the giant beast very weak, both the strength and speed of its movements were weakened a lot.

On Gordon's side, after a few days of attrition, he was already fully familiar with the movement habits of the giant beast in front of him, coupled with the gradually proficient courage mode, which gave him the confidence to face it head-on.

risk?

Always take some risks, otherwise you will be a hunter.

Facing the fast-approaching hunter, the giant beast let out a long cry, its long nose and fangs swung along with its head, and swept forward.

"I knew it."

Gordon stopped the charge ahead of time, stepped forward and flew back, "This move is always the top priority."

The tip of the giant beast's nose swept across less than three meters in front of him.

Gordon swung his sword to cut through the airflow, and continued to charge forward. As long as he could get close to the position under the giant beast's head, in the "dangerous safety zone", the danger of frontal combat would be greatly reduced.

At least he could avoid the threat of fangs, and he already had a lot of experience in dealing with that flexible proboscis.

The pork chop behind the giant beast was also frantically waving the cat sword.

The prey's hind legs were already covered with vertical and horizontal wounds, most of which were Gordon's masterpieces in the past few days, and a small part were the result of his hard work.

Over the past few days, they have broken through layers of hair, hard skin, and muscle ligament protection on the giant beast's legs, and finally successfully cut the blood vessels of the giant beast's legs.

Giant beasts are huge in size and amazing in height. In order to maintain blood supply, their blood pressure is very high, which is several times that of humans.

It was also because of this that the blood vessels, which were not thick at all, could not be healed at all, which greatly exacerbated the blood loss process of the giant beast.

What Pig Chop is doing right now is to enlarge the wound on the giant beast's hind leg, especially the tear on the blood vessel.

At this time, the giant beast has no time to take care of its back.

Gordon had rushed under its nose, and swung his sword to open a wound on its chin, which was not covered by a carapace.

The giant beast rolled back its proboscis and tried to catch Gordon. Gordon rolled over in time to avoid it, and at the same time raised his big sword and slashed again.

The power of these two swords may not be too strong, but it greatly promoted Gordon's process of accumulating courage.

"continue!"

Gordon grinned and continued to attack with his sword.

"Mooooooooo!" The giant beast's tiny eyes turned red, and a gust of scorching white steam spewed out from its mouth and nose.

It was furious.

The beast is tired and weak from the massive blood loss, but it does not fear the hunter.

This kind of behemoth, which is almost independent of the ecological niche of the snow mountain, does not have the word "fear" in his mind at all.

Facing the roaring giant beast, Gordon became inexplicably excited.

He also couldn't tell whether it was due to the accumulation of courage, or the negative effect of the Tyrannosaurus suit, or the

He himself was looking forward to such a head-to-head confrontation.

"Ha! Come on, we won't retreat this time!"

Gordon laughed and raised his sword, pointing forward, "I will keep attacking until you fall!"

As if responding to him, the giant stomped its front hooves twice, and the slump caused by the massive blood loss was swept away, and the anger in its heart temporarily pushed it back to its peak.

"He's meowing crazy again!" Pig Chop helplessly stepped up his attack rhythm.

Gordon has been like this since he was a beginner. From time to time, he would want to confront the monster head-on.

Opponents include, but are not limited to, Big Boar King, Blue Velociraptor, Charmander, Horned Dragon, Boom Dragon, Red Pocket, and even Lan Long.

Perhaps only such intermittent neuropathy can truly understand the meaning of "courage"?

The hunter raises his great sword, and the giant swings his proboscis.

Just when the two were about to confront each other, a frightening and ferocious roar came from the gray sky covered by the misty wind and snow.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

A dark yellow giant shadow rushed straight down from the sky.