Chapter 527 Intermittent Nervousness
For four or five days in a row, Gordon and Pig Chop traveled 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 behemoth's legs and proboscis healed several times, only to be torn apart again and again.
Throughout the basin, huge hoof prints, fallen trees, and dark red blood stains 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 wretched and grueling, but it can ensure the hunter's condition and physical strength to the greatest extent - this is the key to winning in a protracted war.
With the sharpened sword on his back, Gordon once again walked out of the camp gate, "Are you ready, Pork Chop? That guy doesn't have a few breaths left. If you hold on for a day or two, victory is just around the corner."
“I’m in high spirits, meow!”
Pork Chop rested on his hips, "Gordon, meow. Yesterday, he was whipped out by the giant beast. Is the injury healed?"
Gordon patted his ribs, gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a broken bone, just a minor injury. After drinking a few bottles of recovery medicine and having a good night's sleep, I'll be fine!"
“So Gordon still wants to run in front of the giant beast and try to die?”
“How can a hunter’s practice be called death?”
Different from the first few days, today’s behemoths no longer stay where they are for a long time.
It began to consciously move long distances in an attempt to get rid of the hunters.
However, this giant toothed beast species with no natural enemies inherently lacks the concept of "escape". The so-called long-distance movement is nothing more than leaving the small flat basin and wandering around the territory.
It even brought the half-grown cub with it.
In the stereotyped thinking of giant beasts, cubs are safest only when they stay by their side, even if their own situation is very dangerous.
As if these are two completely unrelated things.
Gordon complained in his mind more than once that if a more ruthless guy came in, the death of both mother and son would probably be the standard outcome.
Compared to flying dragon species that are good at flying, and certain crustacean species that are good at burrowing into the ground, the difficulty of tracking giant beasts can be said to be lower than the lower limit.
The footprints in the snow are so large and deep that a man of Gordon's size can lie directly in them. Unless there is a blizzard or avalanche, they will remain there for a long time.
The blood dripping along the way is the best guidepost. Following the huge footprints and the smell of blood, the hunter and Ellu walked through the wind and snow.
The majestic figure of the giant beast appeared in their sight again.
Its steps were limping and its movements were slow, completely losing its original motionless momentum.
It is too weak.
The constant loss of blood took away too much of its physical strength.
While the hunter retreated, it had time to eat.
However, rough and tough wood needs to be fermented in the stomach for a very long time and repeatedly chewed by rumination before it can be slowly transformed into nutrients and energy that can be absorbed.
There was no time to replenish the consumption of fighting and blood loss in the past few days, so he could only rely on the fat stored in his body to hold on.
lived.
Noticing the arrival of Gordon and Pork Chops again, the giant beast let out a low muffled snort.
It slowly turned around and faced the hunters, and the cub took steps away alone amid bursts of pitiful wails.
“Tsk, tsk, I feel like I have become a great villain.”
Pork Chop glanced sideways at Gordon, "Isn't it Meow?"
“Well, to the prey, we are indeed evil.” Gordon smiled and held the hilt of the sword. After being a hunter for so many years, he would not give up hunting for such a thing.
"superior!"
Hunter and Ellu rushed out.
Different from the initial formation, Gordon ran straight to the front of the beast. Instead, he ran behind the beast in a roundabout way.
The massive blood loss made the giant beast very weak, and both the strength and speed of its movements were greatly weakened.
Risk?
You have to take some risks, otherwise you would be a hunter.
Facing the rapidly approaching hunter, the giant beast let out a long roar, its long trunk and fangs swinging along with its head, sweeping forward.
"I knew it."
Gordon stopped his momentum early and flew backwards, "The highest priority is always this move."
The tip of the giant beast's nose swept less than three meters in front of him.
Gordon slashed away the airflow with his sword and continued to charge forward. As long as he could get close to the position under the behemoth's head, in that "dangerous safe zone", the danger of frontal combat would be greatly reduced.
At least he can avoid the threat of losing his fangs, and he already has a lot of experience dealing with that flexible proboscis.
Pork Chop behind the giant beast was also waving the cat sword wildly.
The hind legs of the prey were already covered with vertical and horizontal wounds. Most of them were the work of Gordon over the past few days, and a few were the results of his hard work.
Over the past few days, they have broken through the protection of the hair, hard skin and muscle ligaments of the giant beast's legs layer by layer, and finally successfully cut open the blood vessels in the giant beast's legs.
The giant beasts are huge and staggeringly tall. In order to maintain blood supply, their blood pressure is very high, several times that of humans.
Because of this, the blood vessels, which were not that thick at all, could not heal at all, which greatly aggravated the process of blood loss of the giant beast.
What Pork Chop is doing right now is to widen the wound on the giant beast’s hind leg, especially the hole in the blood vessel.
At this time, the giant beast had no time to care about what was behind it.
Gordon had already rushed under its nose, swung his sword and opened a wound on its chin that was not covered by carapace.
The giant beast rolled back its proboscis and tried to catch Gordon. Gordon rolled to avoid it in time. When he got up, he raised his sword and slashed again.
The power of these two swords may not be too strong, but they greatly promoted Gordon's process of accumulating courage.
"continue!"
Gordon grinned and continued to attack with his sword.
“Mooooo—!” The giant beast’s tiny eyes turned red, and a large stream of hot white steam spurted out from between its mouth and nose.
It was furious.
Due to a large amount of blood loss, the giant beast is very tired and weak, but it is not afraid of the hunter.
The word "fear" does not come to mind at all for this behemoth, which is almost independent of the ecological niche of the snow-capped mountains.
Facing the roaring beast, Gordon became inexplicably excited.
He couldn't tell whether this was due to the accumulation of courage, the negative effects of the Dino Tyrannosaurus suit, or whether it was because of the accumulation of courage.
He himself is looking forward to such a head-on 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 beast stomped its front hooves twice. The decline caused by the massive blood loss was wiped away, and the anger in its heart temporarily pushed it back to its peak.
“He’s crazy again, meow!” Pig Chop helplessly stepped up the pace of his attack.
Ever since the time when he was a beginner, Gordon has always been like this. From time to time, he would like to confront monsters head-on.
Opponents include but are not limited to the Big Boar King, the Blue Speed Dragon King, the Fire Dragon, the One-horned Dragon, the Boom Dragon, the Red Pocket, and even the Lan Long.
Perhaps only such intermittent neurosis can truly understand the meaning of "courage"?
The hunter raised his sword, and the giant beast waved its proboscis.
Just as the two were about to confront each other, a frightening and ferocious roar came from the dark sky covered by the misty wind and snow.
“Gah-aaaaaaa—!”
A huge dark yellow shadow swooped down from the sky.
(End of this chapter)