Chapter 9 Hunting ends, Kokot Village
Astonishment is astonishment.
Facing the dizzy Big Boar King, Gordon would not let go of such a good opportunity.
Previously, due to the existence of huge tusks, it was difficult for him to attack the fragile neck of the Big Wild Boar King.
But now, the big wild boar king with a broken tusk on one side has not only lost a sharp spear to attack, but also lost a strong shield to protect his vital points!
Gordon couldn't care less about maneuvering, the decisive blow was now!
“Drink ah ah ah!”
He shouted, jumped up high, and with the power of charging and jumping, he used all his strength to insert the hunter's knife in his hand into the artery on the side of the big wild boar king's neck.
The tip of the hunter's knife successfully broke through the thick fur and thin muscles, but when it continued to penetrate deeper, it was about to pierce the artery and insert into the trachea.
The crack in the blade could not withstand the powerful force, and completely shattered like the fangs of the Big Boar King in Gordon's almost desperate eyes.
The severe pain and the stimulation of the attack on his vital organs made the big wild boar king wake up from his dizziness. It stood up with difficulty, and two equally heavy gasps echoed in the forest.
The Big Wild Boar King is at the end of his game, but what can a hunter who has lost his weapon do?
Smash it with your fist? Bite with your teeth?
That’s not realistic.
Even if the body is severely injured and weakened to the extreme, it is impossible for human fists and feet to break through the defense of the Big Wild Boar King's fur and muscles and cause effective damage.
“We have all come here, but we can only retreat? Has the hunting failed?”
The chaotic thoughts in Gordon's mind became a mess, and he never expected such an ending.
“No way!” he roared.
Human beings do not have sharp teeth and claws, but they forge monster claws into weapons and turn them into their own strength.
The instructor's voice seemed to echo in his ears, and the young hunter's eyes were fixed on the giant tooth that fell aside.
Monster weapons, human power!
A trace of madness flashed in Gordon's eyes. He roared, picked up the giant tooth that was more than two meters long and weighed nearly 100 kilograms with both hands, and raised it high.
The former glory of the Big Wild Boar King now turned into a giant sword in the hands of the young hunter. With a roar that cut through the air, it struck **** the huge head of the Big Wild Boar King and knocked it to the ground.
Once again.
Amidst the dull impact of flesh and hard objects, the struggle of the big wild boar king became weaker and weaker.
Gordon gritted his teeth, squeezing every ounce of strength from his muscles and bones, and continued to swing his teeth. He knew very well that this was his last strength.
Once the heavy tusk is put down, it can no longer be lifted up.
This crazy offensive lasted for nearly a minute.
Until the Big Boar King completely lost his life, Gordon slumped to the ground as if his spine had been removed, gasping for air.
He was in a very embarrassed state, but the smile on his face was as bright as ever.
Holding the heavy tusk in his hand, he grinned and shouted:
“Big Boar King, hunting success!”
Gordon rested his hands on his back, lying on his back in the Herbivorous Dragon truck returning to Kokot Village, closing his eyes and recalling everything that had happened in the past two days.
The huge tusks were placed next to Gordon as trophies. In comparison, the four tusks of ordinary large wild boars were too inconspicuous.
This uncle and Gordon are old acquaintances, and the latter often takes his ride between Xiuretsen Hill and Kokot Village.
The car owner knew that Gordon was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and also knew that Gordon was a novice hunter who only started training two years ago.
A novice hunter who is still underage, with the most basic training equipment, successfully hunted the Big Boar King. This is news that would cause a small sensation in Minagard City!
How can such a person hitchhiking be called a ride-hailer? It's obvious that he took advantage of someone else's **** all the way, okay?
More than a day passed by in the blink of an eye on the road.
When Gordon returned to the village with the fangs of the Big Boar King, he instantly detonated this remote and peaceful mountain village.
Everyone exclaimed, "After that hero, the future famous hunter will be born from our village!"
Compared to the incomprehensible amazement of the villagers, the reaction of Ernest, whom Gordon called his instructor, can only be described as horror.
"Did you really hunt the Big Boar King with a hunter's knife?" The instructor looked in disbelief, but with the two-meter-long giant tooth as proof, he couldn't help but not believe it.
For him who has successfully hunted flying dragon species, the Big Boar King is not an opponent worth mentioning.
Even if he changes to Gordon's equipment and weapons, he can easily do it just with experience and martial arts.
But all this is very surprising when it comes to a trainee hunter who has not yet obtained the official hunter qualification. Uh, okay, I almost forgot, this kid has just passed the assessment and can already be regarded as a one-star official hunter.
The size of the Big Wild Boar King can be roughly judged from the two-meter-long giant tusk. The body length should be about 350 to 400 centimeters, which is also average among the Big Wild Boar Kings.
Let this little guy accumulate a few more years, maybe he will really be able to fly to the dragon before he is twenty years old?
For this important event in the village, the village chief of the Dragon Tribe had a subtle reaction.
The old man just smiled and squinted his eyes, nodded constantly, and kept saying: "Big wild boar, big wild boar is good, very good, very good~"
Gordon had reason to suspect that the old man had Alzheimer's disease.
Under the instructor's questioning, Gordon reported his hunting experience in detail.
The instructor was sincerely pleased that Gordon, who was once a pure martial artist, had matured into a more mature hunting philosophy.
This hunting philosophy is, at best, "using all the power available around you", and at worst, "by any means necessary." But often only such hunters can survive to the end.
Subsequently, the instructor called in a doctor to conduct a comprehensive examination of Gordon's body.
The latter had quite a few injuries on his body, and his right arm was the most serious. There was some congestion in the chest, some misalignment of the shoulder blades, and countless contusions, abrasions, and bruises.
It is true that recovery medicine can quickly heal most injuries. Broken bones and dislocated bones will not reset under the effect of recovery medicine. You can only ask an experienced doctor to help adjust.
After resetting Gordon's bones, bandaging his wounds, and draining the congestion, the doctor told him to stay in bed for ten days to half a month to avoid sequelae.
In addition, bone broth, cartilage and other foods rich in calcium and collagen are very conducive to his recovery, so the instructor said nothing and asked a neighbor's aunt to take care of him for two days before heading directly to the nearest hunting ground.
Two days later, the instructor came back, bringing with him a whole cart full of herbivorous dragon meat.
During his recuperation, he strictly prohibited Gordon from physical training, which made Gordon feel very uncomfortable. But on the other hand, the latter, whose parents died young, actually enjoyed this feeling of being cared for.
Another week has passed.
Feeling that he had fully recovered, Gordon no longer wanted to stay in bed all day, so the instructor had no choice but to make use of this time.
Give Gordon “tutoring lessons”.
In the past, Gordon did not like to use a variety of hunting props. He trusted the hunting knife in his hand more, and naturally he was not serious about learning. This time, the instructor made up for it.
Not to mention the commonly used sonic bombs and flash bombs, even the very rare thunder rods were forced to learn.
I don’t know who invented this kind of hunting prop that can summon lightning strikes during thunderstorms. It is expensive and unstable, and it is easy to kill the monster and yourself together.
It is estimated that it will be eliminated by the market soon, right?
(End of this chapter)