Chapter 7 Greedy for life
The plan went incredibly smoothly.
In fact, it’s not surprising. To put it bluntly, it’s just survivor bias.
For monsters growing up in the wild environment, there is no such concept as "whether the food has been poisoned".
As for those unlucky ones who are caught in the attack, they will basically not live to pass on this painful experience to future generations.
Even the Big Wild Boar King himself did not realize at this time that someone had poisoned him. He simply thought that he accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms.
It instinctively lies down. This is the most common method used by wild creatures when they are poisoned - relying on their strong body and metabolic capabilities to survive.
A few paralyzing mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms are not enough to kill it. At most, it will feel uncomfortable for a while.
But Gordon would not give it a chance to recover.
Standed up from the bush where he was hiding, and with a flick of his hand, he hit the big wild boar king on the head with a dyed ball, then turned around and ran away.
Facing this sudden change, the Big Wild Boar King was stunned for two seconds before reacting.
The small eyes turned red due to blood congestion. It roared and got up, taking steps to rush towards the hateful figure and trample him into a meat pie.
However, paralyzing and poisonous mushrooms have begun to take effect.
It felt that its body was a little unruly, and before running forward a few steps, it bumped into the rotten trees all over the forest. Amidst the flying wood chips, the roar of the big wild boar king could not be heard.
This made it have to stop.
Instead of dealing with that nasty guy, let’s wait until the body returns to normal.
Hooking his big head, the pungent dye ball liquid was thrown everywhere, and the smell was strong.
His sense of smell is greatly affected, and it can only rely on its small, not very keen eyes to scan the surroundings vigilantly to be on guard against that guy appearing again.
A few minutes passed, but the abominable hunter did not show up.
Thinking that the opponent had run far away, the Big Wild Boar King lay down again, ready to take a good rest and decompose the toxins.
When it just lay down and fell asleep.
A nimble figure quietly emerged from the shadows of the forest again.
Gordon held a hunter's knife and approached the Big Boar King from behind.
Looking at the wound on the latter's leg that had not yet fully healed, he adjusted his breathing and accumulated strength. In the next second, a series of slashes broke out instantly.
Cut down! Flirting! Strike again!
Three consecutive knives accurately hit the original wound, successfully tearing open the crack that had stopped bleeding, widening it, and splattering blood.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!”
Awakened by the sudden severe pain, the big wild boar king howled and struggled to get up. His usually strong limbs were now very uncoordinated, and it was difficult to even turn over.
But Gordon gritted his teeth and squeezed every ounce of strength in his muscles, swinging the knife with all his strength. This was the best opportunity to attack.
He must inflict serious enough damage to the opponent, and only in this way can he try to close the gap in hard power between the two.
The fine serrations on the blade of the hand sword cut the skin and muscles of the big wild boar king time and time again.
Perhaps it was the effect of poisonous mushrooms, or it could be that the other party was resting and his muscles were relaxed. Gordon felt that the meat of the big wild boar king seemed not as hard as yesterday.
This is good news. In just a few seconds, the left hind leg of the big wild boar king turned into a **** mess.
The poisonous mushroom juice smeared on the blade also seeped into the flesh and blood of the former's wound in a small amount. These small amounts of toxins could not poison the huge wild boar king, but they could inhibit the healing of the wound to a certain extent.
"Roar, ow, ow, hoo!" The deafening roar made Gordon cover his ears subconsciously.
Steamy white smoke erupted from its nostrils, and its eyes and nose began to turn red.
With a large amount of adrenaline secreted, it temporarily regained control of its body, and its huge body of several tons "bounced" from the ground at an unbelievable speed.
Gordon, who was affected by the roar and did not react immediately, was kicked by the big boar king's hind hooves. He staggered back a few steps and almost fell down.
Fortunately, the Big Wild Boar King's kick in a hurry was not very strong.
Under the protection of the leather armor, Gordon felt as if he had been hit **** the side ribs. The severe dull pain dazzled his eyes, but it did not make him lose the ability to move.
At this moment, the big wild boar king had turned around.
It moves like a tin toy that has been wound too tightly, three minutes faster than usual.
With a gasping sound of "whooping", the giant wild boar king's huge fangs, which were longer than Gordon's entire body, poked straight at him as he raised his head vigorously.
Plunge forward with force and roll.
The nimble movements developed through hard training helped him dodge this fatal blow in an instant.
After getting up, he even had time to turn around and stab the Big Wild Boar King, leaving a long and narrow incision on the latter's side.
The big wild boar king roared again.
Huge tusks swept forward, and Gordon jumped back in time to successfully resolve the Big Boar King's counterattack.
Gordon grinned, a confident smile appearing on his face.
For the first time, he discovered that the Big Boar King was actually not that scary.
Having rough skin and thick flesh, great strength, extremely fast straight-line charging speed, and faster turning speed than ordinary wild boars, these are the advantages of the Big Wild Boar King.
But in terms of agility in small-scale maneuvers, I still have the advantage!
That pair of heavy and long tusks are an advantage, but at the same time, they are also a liability.
I have roughly grasped the attack distance of the fangs. Next, I won’t be so easily attacked by you!
While the Big Boar King, whose attack failed, was adjusting his posture, Gordon did not attack directly, but chose to push back a certain distance.
Seeing that the distance was widened, the Big Wild Boar King decisively charged.
Different from the fear he felt when he faced the big wild boar king Zhutu for the first time yesterday, he only felt calm at this time.
Just as the giant tusk was about to approach, Gordon jumped out of the roll and successfully avoided the pig. Then he did not get up in a hurry, but continued to roll forward in a circle.
The whistling sound of the big wild boar king’s fangs coming from behind his ears told him that he had guessed correctly.
Once this guy's charge is dodged, he will immediately turn his head and swing his teeth to make up for the blow. Yesterday, he was hit by this move and was knocked away.
And next, there will be a gap of several seconds!
Even with the muscle power of a big wild boar king, he must make slight adjustments after a series of actions such as charging continuously, stopping to turn around, and swinging his fangs.
This is the time to launch your own attack!
Gordon stepped closer, and in the blink of an eye he reached the side of the big wild boar king's head. Two quick and sharp knives slashed out like lightning, adding two new wounds to the latter.
Subsequently, he did not pursue the victory and continue to attack, but once again jumped back without hesitation.
The words that the instructor emphasized countless times echoed in his mind:
Monsters are not wooden targets and will not give you the opportunity to continuously attack. You must know how to stop when enough is enough. At least half of the hunters who died in battle died from the "greedy knife".
Sure enough, the next second he opened the distance, the big wild boar king once again swung its huge fangs arrogantly and swept across the place where he had just stood.
The strong wind from the huge fangs blew the ends of his hair, and Gordon chuckled and charged forward again.
(End of this chapter)