Chapter 40 Necessary Courses
Seeing that Gordon's attack failed, the two strange-faced clans immediately looked like they were gloating about his misfortune, dancing and jumping around him.
Such a strange scene made Hayata's eyes widen. Are these two strange-faced tribesmen dancing?
Seeing through his disciple’s confusion, Yamos smiled and explained: “They are not dancing, but using this to distract the opponent and prepare to launch a surprise attack.
The Strange Faces have very high IQs. They can see that Gordon is a 'hunter', not a prey that lacks the means to resist, so they behave more cautiously and use tactics. "
“What about Brother Gordon?”
"Don't worry, keep reading. If Gordon can't even deal with these little things, he won't be able to reach two stars at such a young age."
Gordon is indeed calm, he is luring these little monsters.
Having been struck with a sword on the ground and unable to pull it out, you are helpless? He wouldn't do such a stupid thing now.
Sure enough, the Strange Face Clan took the bait.
On his left side, the strange-faced tribe holding an animal thigh bone as a war hammer suddenly jumped forward. Seeing Gordon looking at it, he immediately jumped back and retreated.
At the same time, the strange-faced tribesman on his right, holding a rusty metal dagger, took advantage of his companion to attract the hunter's attention, jumped up, screamed strangely, waved the rusty iron sword in his hand, and slashed at Gordon's head. Chest and neck vitals.
The corners of Gordon's mouth curled up.
With a slight hook of his toes, the explosive knife, which had not been deeply embedded in the ground, was immediately released. Following the inertia of raising the sword, Gordon took a step back and continued to lift it while flipping the direction of the blade.
Chasm from the top!
The strange-faced tribe jumping in mid-air could not avoid it. The sharp hook blade of the explosive knife penetrated its chest. The withered body twitched twice and then stopped moving, turning into a corpse hanging on the blade of the explosive knife. .
The sudden death of his companion seemed to stimulate the strange-faced tribe holding the bone stick. It screamed strangely and rushed forward again.
Gordon swung his sword, shook off the strange-faced corpse hanging on the sword blade, and faced it.
The diminutive Qimian Clan is very nimble in its movements. Facing the huge sword with amazing power but unsatisfactory flexibility, it successfully dodges one after another.
Gordon was not impatient and continued to follow the inertia and swing his sword steadily. Finally, on the fifth swing, he successfully caught a flaw in the Strange Face Clan and killed him easily.
Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Gordon told Pork Chop to be alert, squatted down, and started peeling them off.
The process of peeling off the Strange Face Clan is very simple. Perhaps it should not be called "peeling" but "recovering corpses". After all, no one needs the materials of the Strange Face Clan itself.
The skin of the Strange Face Clan, the teeth of the Strange Face Clan, etc., all sound weird, right?
Hence, Gordon's attention was completely focused on the two simple small animal skin packages. These were the strange-faced tribe's luggage. No one knew what was inside. It was like a lottery.
It is said that someone has touched a precious material called "Dragon Jade" from it, but he has only touched bones that have not been chewed clean.
This time is no exception.
Throwing the two animal skin bags filled with messy garbage aside with a glum look on his face, Gordon patted his legs and stood up.
At the same time, Yamos also led Hayata, whose face turned pale, to his side.
The corpse torn apart by the blasting knife will not be very complete, and the appearance will naturally not be very good-looking, but this is exactly what Yamos hopes Hayata can get used to.
In fact, Hayata had seen a similar scene more than a month ago, but the joy of being rescued at that time diluted the shock of the **** scene, so he didn't think too much about it.
Unlike now, she felt like she was going to vomit.
At that time, what instructor Ernest used as a "teaching material" was the carcass of a large wild boar. The head of the poor wild boar was shattered to pieces under the bombardment of the instructor's giant hammer.
He also vomited all over the floor.
That night, when the instructor roasted a large piece of wild boar meat for him to eat, he vomited again.
After doing this a few times, he will no longer feel disgusted by these things. Is Mr. Yamos thinking the same way?
Looking at Hayata covering her mouth with both hands, her face turning from white to blue but still trying not to vomit, Gordon guessed:
Perhaps Mr. Yamos will carry out this stimulating therapy next and ask Hayata to dissect the corpse or something?
However, in fact, it was not the case. Yamos thought that he was not so severe. Seeing that Hayata was approaching her limit, he asked her to rest while he came to Gordon.
Gordon, who was somewhat gloating about his misfortune, quickly calmed down his expression.
“Gordon, please take care of Hayata for me for a while, and leave the next wave of strange-faced tribe to me.”
Yamos’ tone was rather plain, but the content of his words excited Gordon.
“Users of great swords value ‘power’, but this does not mean that they will ignore ‘skills’. Your method of dealing with small monsters like the Strange Face Tribe is too crude. I will demonstrate it to you later.”
"yes!"
Gordon didn't mind the other person's negative comments about him, and his eyes shone with anticipation.
It is true that Yamos is not a great sword user, but his vision and experience as a high-level hunter determine that even if he switches to a large sword that he is not used to, his technical level will be much higher than his current self.
Who can refuse targeted advice from a high-ranking hunter?
As for looking after the other party's disciples, it's not even a big deal. He can just carry her on his back. Anyway, the armor is not as heavy as his own blasting knife.
It stands to reason that the **** smell of the corpse would attract nearby monsters, but due to the presence of Yamos, Gordon and the others were not worried.
After resting on the spot for a few minutes, and after Hayata's complexion improved slightly, the team set off again.
Only this time, Yamos was the one walking in the front, while Gordon and Pig Chop "sandwiched" Hayata one after another, protecting them in the middle.
Yamos' pace was not very fast, and he obviously slowed down intentionally. Gordon, who was falling a few meters behind, devoted some of his energy to observing the former's pace.
After a moment, he couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Yamos deserves to be a top hunter, he is really awesome."
Hayatta’s curiosity gradually returned to normal along with her physical condition.
She also followed Gordon's example, staring at Yamos's back non-stop, and did not forget to ask: "What's so great, is it because Teacher Yamos' footsteps are very quiet?"
"Well, almost. It's light and quiet, just like a cat. Have you noticed? Not only the feet, but also the branches that may hit the body and make a sound are avoided one by one. I can't do this. Such a degree." Gordon admired sincerely.
Hayata looked at his teacher Yamos, and couldn't help but feel an additional layer of admiration and expectation.
However, at this moment, Yamos suddenly stopped. He raised his right fist and made a "police circle" gesture. The pork chop at the end of the team also twitched his nose from side to side, as if he smelled something.
"The second batch is coming, the movement is relatively mixed, the number should be more than three." Yamos said softly, and at the same time slowly pulled out the White Ape Nagi [Ji] behind him.
As the icy blue sword blade slid out of the scabbard, Gordon felt that the temperature around him seemed to have dropped a bit.
“Watch my movements.”
With a low shout, Yamos staggered his steps and faced the five figures that emerged from the shadows of the dense forest.
(End of this chapter)