Chapter 39: running in dense forest

Chapter 39 Running in the dense forest

As Yamos said, the reason why Gordon checked the grass roots and soil was to confirm whether it had rained in the past day or two.

Now that we have a definite answer, we have a general direction for the next search.

Like the giant wild boar, the Strange Face Tribe is also a race that loves mushrooms. Unlike the former who only know how to eat, these cunning little things can use mushrooms in a much wider range.

Gordon has personally seen a strange-faced clan using a huge mushroom cap as a bamboo hat to disguise themselves and sneak attack the approaching spirit deer.

According to instructor Ernest, some larger Qimian tribes have even mastered the technology of mixing gunpowder with nitrous mushrooms and gunpowder grass, and then developed "thermal weapons."

Fortunately, these "high-tech" strange-faced tribes are currently only found in the New World. For the time being, you don't need to worry about a Cha Cha Pu (Qimian-faced tribe) suddenly jumping out of the grass and covering your face with a bomb barrel or something.

No matter what, all kinds of mushrooms are quite attractive to the Qimian tribe.

Gordon decided to first find a place suitable for mushroom growth, search for traces of the Strange Face Tribe, and then track and hunt the traces.

The types of vegetation on the outskirts of the Metabe Forest are similar to those on the Shuretson Hills. Gordon is very experienced in how to find places where mushrooms grow in this environment.

Along the way, he carefully observed the growth status of forest plants, the density of tree shade, and the distribution of water veins. Not long after, he discovered a decaying crossbar full of large areas of specialty mushrooms beside a small water reservoir in the forest.

To be honest, if he hadn't known that Yamos and Hayata were not far behind him, and had the unique pride of young people, he would have rushed forward with a cheer and collected a lot.

 Putting aside those slightly embarrassing thoughts, Gordon told Pork Chop to pay attention to the police circle, while he approached the crossbar and observed carefully.

After just two glances, Gordon clenched his fists excitedly.

This specialty shiitake mushroom has obviously been "visited" before!

The crossbar covered with mushrooms is located at a high position, and it should be difficult for animals such as large wild boars and mushroom pigs to reach. Moreover, these marks are different from the messy appearance of those gluttons who have eaten them. Many mushrooms have been cut off at the root. .

In other words, they are "harvested"!

Gordon couldn't help but get closer, squinting and searching carefully. Soon, he found a few small footprints on the moss attached to the crossbar and the surrounding soil.

The footprints are only the size of **** placed together, and are somewhat similar in shape to humans, but do not have the structure of toes.

Gordon is very sure that these are the footprints left by the Strange Face Tribe!

Squatting down, he gently touched the soil at the edge of the footprints with his fingertips, picked up some more, and twisted it on his fingertips.

“It’s still fresh. It should have been left in the middle of last night.”

Following the tracks and searching for a while, he soon found a small animal trail that could easily be overlooked if he didn't pay attention - it was a natural trail with relatively sparse vegetation because small and medium-sized creatures frequently passed by.

The beast path curves intermittently, eventually pointing to a certain direction deep in the dense forest.

Gordon glanced back and found that Yamos was also looking at him from a dozen meters away. The two exchanged glances and saw the latter tapping his chin. Gordon no longer had any worries.

With a big boss following you, what else is there to worry about?

“After leaving the pork chop, pay attention to the sounds and smells.”

"Meow!"

Behind them, Hayata was trying to keep up with a sad face.

This was her first time walking in a dense forest full of leafy vines and fallen leaves.

Yamos just followed her unhurriedly and did not provide any additional help. Since she wanted to become a hunter, she had to adapt to all this.

The advantages of the hunter suit as a "special equipment for novices" are reflected at this time.

—Light enough and able to provide the most basic protection.

Of course, it is inevitable to have a few blood stains on the exposed cheeks.

“Teacher Yayamos, how far is it?”

Hayata held on for a while, but finally couldn't hold on anymore. Hayata put her hands on her knees and gasped for air.

Yamos, who was breathing normally as if walking in the garden, glanced at her flushed cheeks, then glanced around, put his fingers in his mouth, and blew a loud and short whistle.

Gordon, who was immersed in walking not far ahead, immediately stopped and turned his head to look.

Yamos pressed his palms towards him and made a "rest" gesture. Gordon was stunned when he saw this, and then touched the bridge of his nose with some embarrassment.

Having never hunted in a team, he lacked the sense of cooperation.

This time, it is true that Hayata in the team is a pure "oil bottler", but fellow hunters often encounter similar problems when they team up to hunt.

Can a dual-sword user carrying a pair of lightweight swords weighing several kilograms have the same physical energy consumption as a gun-wielding user carrying a tower shield and a blunderbuss with a total weight of more than 100 kilograms?

Always paying attention to the status of your companions is also a necessary part of cooperative hunting.

"Feel sorry."

Gordon's apology had just begun when he was interrupted by Yamos with a wave of his hand, "It's nothing, I stopped you just because Hayata needed to take a breather.

We have entered the territory of the Strange Face Clan, and they should appear soon. Maybe there are patrolling guys watching us secretly now.

Adjust your status and get ready for battle. "

Yamos’s words were not only addressed to Gordon, but also to Hayata.

The little girl who suddenly became nervous immediately pulled out the hunter's knife stuck across her waist, put the buckler in her right hand on her chest, and looked around, as if she was ready to fight anyone at any time.

Gordon and the others seemed much more calm. They checked the sharpness of their weapons, checked whether the armor straps were tight, and added a small amount of water before they were ready.

Only the eyes that glanced around and the auricles that trembled slightly from time to time revealed their concentration at this time.

“Here come, two.”

Yamos's eyes suddenly turned to a certain direction. He didn't mean to draw his weapon. Instead, he grabbed Hayata's back collar and began to retreat.

It took several more seconds before Gordon accurately captured the movement coming from that location.

That was the "squeaking" sound of the branches and leaves of the shrubs being squeezed apart, and some kind of high-pitched and weird cry.

“Quack!”

“Chaba ga ga ga ga!”

Gordon put his right hand on the hilt of the sword behind his shoulder and fixed his gaze on the slightly swaying bush. When two short figures jumped out of the bush one after another, he waved down the sword behind him without hesitation. Great sword.

“Shua!”

The preemptive attack failed. The heavy hook-shaped head of the explosive knife was embedded in the soil, and it seemed difficult to pull it out for a while.

Hayata, who was watching the battle from behind, couldn't help but exclaimed.

It was only then that she saw clearly what the two figures who avoided Gordon's sword slash looked like.

This is a small humanoid creature about sixty centimeters tall. It is very skinny and its skin is an uneven gray-green color, which is reminiscent of moss-covered limestone.

The helmets, which seemed to be made from the shells of certain large tree fruits, were covered with strange patterns. This helmet, or mask, was almost half the size of their bodies and covered their heads tightly. This is where their racial name comes from.

—The strange-faced tribe.

(End of this chapter)

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