Chapter 8 The Broken Tusk
The sun gradually rises into the sky, and the temperature continues to rise.
The clothes under the armor were already soaked with sweat, but Gordon, who was focusing all his energy on avoiding the attack of the Big Boar King and looking for flaws in the attack, naturally did not notice this.
Ten minutes have passed since the battle officially started.
High-intensity rolling dodges and sword swings caused his physical strength to decline very quickly, and the big wild boar king who was the hunting target naturally felt uncomfortable.
The toxins of the paralysis mushroom and the poisonous mushroom continue to act, which makes its stamina deplete faster.
The wounds all over his body looked scary, but most of them were not deep. The really serious wound was the one on the Achilles tendon of his left hind leg.
After the effect of the adrenaline secretion caused by anger, the severe pain in the hind legs made its movements sluggish.
The initial thought of crushing his opponent into pulp also faded a lot. After a confrontation that lasted several seconds, the panting Big Wild Boar King turned around and trotted away.
Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.
He did not pursue immediately because his physical strength had dropped to a dangerous level, and he was by no means unscathed in the previous battle.
After briefly confirming that the surrounding area was temporarily safe, Gordon took out a water bag filled with recovery medicine and drank a few gulps.
Pressing his side ribs with his palms, he breathed a sigh of relief as the less unbearable pain returned from his ribs.
He just got kicked by the Big Wild Boar King here. Even if he is protected by armor, he will definitely suffer from bruises and bruises, as long as the bones are not seriously damaged.
The right shoulder was just rubbed by the fangs of the big wild boar king, and it is now swollen very high. Fortunately, the bones are not injured, and it should be relieved after resting for a while.
After taking out a piece of food and swallowing it with a recovery potion mixed with honey, Gordon took out a whetstone and began to sharpen the knife.
The originally sharp blade was now covered with blood and fat, and there were several chippings. If it was not sharpened in time, it might not even be able to cut through the fur of the Big Wild Boar King.
After resting for about ten minutes, Gordon felt that his condition had basically recovered and continued hunting and launched a pursuit.
While he was recovering his strength, the Big Wild Boar King was doing the same, but he didn't dare to let that guy rest for too long.
The smell of the dyed **** that had just been put on not long ago was obvious, and it didn't take much effort for Gordon to capture the whereabouts of the big wild boar king.
The other party was standing by a stream, lowering his head to drink water. The wounds all over his body looked quite miserable, attracting countless flies in the forest, making them buzz.
The side of the creek was full of pebbles and fallen leaves, and there was no shelter. It was impossible to approach quietly, so Gordon gave up the plan of sneak attack.
He grabbed a pebble and threw it from a distance, accurately hitting the big wild boar king on the head.
The Big Wild Boar King shook his body, turned his head angrily, and stared at the hateful human with his small eyes.
Gordon raised his hands and made a provocative gesture that even ants could understand. He laughed and said, "Come on! Let's continue!"
“Roar, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!”
From the scorching sun in the sky to the setting sun in the west.
The whole afternoon was spent in the constant struggle and pursuit between Gordon and the big wild boar king.
The Big Wild Boar King's condition is getting worse and worse.
The effects of the paralyzing and poisonous mushrooms have long since ended, but its situation has not improved. During these five or six hours, it lost too much blood and had no time to recover its strength, let alone eat.
The spirit is always in a state of high tension, and whenever it wants to take a breather, the vicious human being appears brandishing a knife.
The injury to his left hind leg was very serious. In order to reduce the burden on his left leg, the Big Wild Boar King kept his left hind leg in the air as much as possible and walked with the other three legs on the ground.
Not only is walking at a slow speed, it also consumes more physical strength, but the Big Wild Boar King has no choice.
If the left leg is not allowed to rest, it may not even be able to use the most usual charge during battle.
The recovery potion in the water bag has long been exhausted, and there are several new injuries on the body. In order to withstand an impact, the right arm holding the shield has another bone fracture, and every movement causes heartbreaking pain.
What worried him the most was the hunter's knife in his hand.
There are more and more chippings, and the sharpening stone cannot restore it to its original sharpness. There is even a crack on the originally smooth blade surface. Maybe it will break completely after the next swing of the knife.
The young hunter who is still inexperienced does not know that the culprit of excessive wear and tear on his weapons is actually himself.
Why didn’t the instructor mention that it was so easy to quench weapons with poisonous mushrooms? This is because the corrosive juice of poisonous mushrooms can cause irreversible damage to weapons.
Those special weapons with poison are not as simple as applying poison on the blade, but using targeted materials and structural design.
It is true that the poisonous juice on the blade suppressed the self-healing ability of the Big Wild Boar King to a certain extent, causing it to bleed. But whether it is a loss or a gain, who can tell clearly before the final result is known?
Now, Gordon once again stood in front of the Big Boar King.
Both have reached their limits, and this may be the last confrontation.
“Come on, let’s continue.”
The hunter waved to the big wild boar king for the umpteenth time.
“Roar, ow, ow, ow!”
The Big Wild Boar King, who had been cornered, his eyes turned red again.
The "strong general"'s arrogance prevented him from putting the last of his physical strength into escaping. Miraculously, his left hind leg, whose Achilles tendon was almost completely ruptured, stood firmly on the ground.
A long stream of white steam spurted out from its nostrils, as if a steam engine's release valve had been opened.
The pig's sudden advance began with far greater momentum than any previous one. Even if a flying dragon stood in front of it, it would be severely damaged by this attack.
Gordon, who senses the opponent's determination, will definitely not be like the heroic story described in the picture book - both sides charge at the same time, staggering past, the winner sheathes his sword, and the loser falls.
No matter how brave you are, you should never play hedging against the Big Wild Boar King
Escape is the only option.
Looking directly at the giant wild boar king that was running towards him, Gordon rolled to dodge at the last moment, just like every time before, he beautifully dodged the charge.
However, this time, the Big Wild Boar King’s actions changed.
It actually did not stop, but directly changed direction while charging at full speed. Its hill-like body drew an angle of nearly 90 degrees in the forest clearing, and its huge fangs pointed directly at the hunter.
"How can it be!?"
Gordon's expression suddenly changed. He never expected that the Big Wild Boar King would actually hide his secret trick?
At the critical moment of life and death, he didn't even care about rolling over, and flew to the side with all his strength, falling heavily to the ground.
Even so, the distance he saved was not far enough, and the big boar king's heavy hooves were about to crush his knees.
At this moment, Gordon can only choose to leave everything to luck.
He ignored the estimation of the distance and rolled sideways while gritting his teeth. It was this gambling-like rolling that miraculously avoided being trampled by the big wild boar king.
Without sparing any effort, the big wild boar king charged at full speed and hit the trunk of the big tree in front, making a blast-like noise.
“Crack!”
A sound that was clearly different from the breaking of trees reached Gordon's ears.
Gordon, who stood up in embarrassment, looked up in shock.
The big wild boar king’s fangs are broken!
(End of this chapter)