Chapter 6: Mushrooms are poisonous

Chapter 6 Mushrooms are poisonous

The sky was gray and light, and Gordon climbed out of bed on time.

 He moved his right arm, which was easy and flexible, and then twisted his waist. The crisp crackling sound told him that the bone injury had healed.

I jumped hard a few more times, and there was no dull pain or boring feeling in my chest and abdomen. It seemed that my physical condition had returned to its best.

Hand with a fist, the solid force made him grin with satisfaction.

Dig out a few pieces to carry food, and fill your stomach with water.

He put on the parts of the hunter suit one by one. After the armor was completed, Gordon equipped the buckler and carefully polished the hunter's knife with a sharpening stone.

After finishing all this, Gordon walked out of the tent.

The hunter's knife exudes the unique dark purple color after the poisonous mushroom sap has dried, and the water bladder is filled to the brim with a crude recovery potion.

The "Black-Hearted Matsutake", which was the core part of the battle, was wrapped in large leaves and carefully put into the luggage.

Take a long breath.

Facing the rising sun, Gordon strode to the entrance of the camp and, like a truly experienced hunter, embarked on his first "unscrupulous" hunt in his life.

More than an hour passed.

Gordon is not in a hurry. Only with enough patience can he discover the clues of the monster's whereabouts.

Now, he made a discovery.

 Stroking the trace of dyed ball pigment on the tree trunk, Gordon sniffed, trying to distinguish the residual smell of dyed fruit in the air.

And use this to confirm the position and distance of the Big Wild Boar King at this time.

More than ten hours have passed since last night's battle, and the dye ball's effect time has basically reached its limit.

It is very fortunate that it did not rain last night, otherwise the effect of the dyeing ball will be greatly reduced, and the traces and smell left by the paint will also be washed away.

In that case, I would really be a headless fly.

“To the northeast, about two to three kilometers away is the stream with lots of mushrooms? Good luck.” Gordon’s eyes lit up and he said to himself.

In the past two years, he has spent at least one-third of his time in the outer area of the Shuretson Hills.

Not only does he know every plant and tree, but he also knows everything about the environment of the area, what the terrain is like, and what products there are.

The area where the Big Boar King is currently located has relatively flat terrain and dense streams. It is one of the best mushroom collection points nearby, and the opponent is likely to be foraging nearby.

This will greatly improve the success rate of "drug" operations.

The pace began to quicken.

He must arrange the poison bait before the big wild boar king is full.

After driving for more than half an hour, the faint smell of dyed **** in the air gradually became continuous and obvious.

Gordon knew that he was not far from his goal.

Take off your helmet and use the sensitive skin on your cheeks and neck to instantly determine the wind direction at this time.

His luck is pretty good. He is in the leeward position. As long as he is careful, he can sneak up on the big wild boar king without worrying about being discovered by the latter.

Gordon continued to approach slowly.

This time, he learned the lesson from last night, and while moving forward in a roundabout way, he carefully explored the situation in the surrounding area.

To be honest, he has some psychological shadow.

Hunting a big wild boar, a big wild boar king came out. If something strange came out while hunting a big wild boar king, would he survive?

Fortunately, Xiuretsen Hill was relatively calm during the day. Apart from a few herbivorous dragons that slowly ate grass, the only animals larger than rabbits were the spirit deer, which were timider than rabbits.

Gordon, who was crawling and lurking in the bushes, saw the huge and majestic figure again.

The Big Boar King strolled slowly among the trees and streams, looking for delicious berries and mushrooms.

Its left hind leg seemed to have some abnormalities. The time it took to land on the ground when walking was shorter than that of the right leg, which made Gordon feel a little happy.

The knife that was desperately slashed last night finally injured the Achilles tendon of the Big Wild Boar King. Relying on its own recovery ability, just one night was not enough for the wound to heal completely.

This may be an opportunity for him.

Gordon did not rush out rashly. Since there is a gap in hard power, he must be cautious. It is not yet time for a head-on war.

After observing for a while and confirming the general route of the Big Boar King, Gordon quietly retreated.

He wanted to rush to the next feeding spot of the Big Wild Boar King first and make arrangements.

A few minutes later, Gordon came to a clearing in the woods.

There are many fallen pine trees here, with broken trunks and protruding roots. These trees have long since died, but they are "alive" in another way.

Everything in the forest has its value, and rotten wood is no exception.

Whether it is the soft and thick moss that completely covers the dead wood, or the clusters of mushrooms, they are the Big Boar King’s favorite food.

The giant matsutake mushroom, regarded as a "forest treasure" by gourmets, can occasionally be collected nearby.

Gordon is at least 70% sure that the Big Boar King will pass by here soon and enjoy a delicious meal.

Grabbed a handful of moss from the nearby tree that smelled a little bit offensive to the nose, and wiped it vigorously on his hands and feet a few times to eliminate the human smell and prevent the big wild boar king from discovering the flaw.

Find a tree stump where giant matsutake had been collected in the past. After shallowly burying the paralyzing and poisonous mushrooms disguised as giant matsutake, Gordon cleared away the traces and left silently.

The smell of the chopped matsutake mushrooms smeared on these poisonous baits is strong enough that Gordon believes that even if it is buried in the soil, the big boar king will be able to find it accurately.

To be honest, Gordon was not sure whether this would deceive the Big Boar King's keen sense of smell, and whether the poison bait would be effective after being eaten.

If it doesn’t work, everything can only be left to the hunter’s knife in your hand.

Looking around, he found a bush in the leeward position to lurk in. All he could do next was wait.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour.

As time passed by, Gordon told himself over and over again in his heart to be patient, but even so, his mood inevitably began to become anxious.

Just when he was about to give up, the heavy footsteps of the Big Wild Boar King came from afar.

Gordon felt that his heartbeat began to beat faster. He quickly adjusted his breathing, trying hard to suppress his heartbeat and gasping, and lay motionless behind the bushes like a real wooden stake.

The Big Boar King’s nose twitched in all directions.

It seemed to faintly smell the scent of that hateful human being.

But compared to the vague smell, a certain intoxicating aroma that often appears in its dreams makes it more concerned - that is the aroma of giant matsutake mushrooms.

Even if it is the king of the entire group, it does not often have the opportunity to eat the delicious big matsutake mushrooms. When was the last time you had this delicacy? It seems to be the autumn before the breeding season. The sweet taste is really unforgettable.

Following the scent, the big wild boar king trotted all the way to the tree stump.

The long nose can easily break through the floating soil, revealing the delicious food buried under the soil.

The aroma of the big matsutake suddenly became stronger. Different from the past, this time the "big matsutake" was actually mixed with the sweet aroma of honey.

Hululu, there seems to be some other smell mixed in?

do not care!

The Big Wild Boar King opened his mouth wide, chewed the delicious mushrooms into his mouth in a few mouthfuls, and swallowed them.

A moment later, intermittent roars caused by abdominal pain and oral paralysis resounded throughout the mountain forest.

(End of this chapter)

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