With his body flexibly walking through the dense forest with complex landforms, Gordon's mouth was tense.

The previous success seemed to have exhausted his good luck. More than two hours had passed since the camp opened, and he had just discovered a trace of a big wild boar passing by.

He looked up at the sky.

Although the sun has not completely set, the light has dimmed a lot. If you want to complete the hunt before nightfall, there is not much time left.

Night hunting is not completely impossible. Even if you have been trained by complete hunter, you can still move freely even in the dark.

But Shuretson Hill lives in too many animals and even monsters that lie on the twilight of the day and night.

Compared with the daytime, the danger of night hunting is undoubtedly several levels higher.

There are two choices in front of him at this time.

First, give up tracking, and return to the camp immediately, and start hunting after dawn tomorrow. Anyway, the three days of the mission time limit have only two days passed, as long as the crusade mission is completed before the end of tomorrow, there will be no problem.

The second is to continue tracking the traces of the big wild boar and complete the task as soon as possible.

Whether it is the teachings of the instructors in the past or the rationality in their hearts, they are telling Gordon that returning to the camp is the best choice.

But another idea also boiled in his mind.

——What’s wrong with hunting at night? I’m afraid? I don’t have the courage to hunt flying dragons in the future?

Without hesitation for a few seconds, Gordon, who was at the most impulsive age, decided to make a fuss!

He even made an excuse for himself in his heart:

What if I have bad luck tomorrow and can’t find a big wild boar all day, wouldn’t the task be a failure? This is not an impulse, but a mature choice made based on the actual situation and thought carefully!

Gordon, who made the decision, packed his clothes, accelerated his pace, and plunged into the depths of the dark and ancient dense forest.

More than half an hour later, the forest became completely dark.

Due to vegetation, nights in the jungle always come faster.

Under the dim light, the branches and vines were faintly wide, the strange roars of night owls were sometimes near and sometimes far away, and fireflies were dancing like ghost fire. Even if the timid people were just standing here, they might scream.

But Gordon was very excited.

At this time, he was squatting on the ground, checking the footprints of a big wild boar.

"The footprints are very fresh, that guy is nearby!" Gordon couldn't help but grinned.

Hunting is more than fighting.

Information collection, equipment and props preparation, and trace tracking are all important parts of the hunting process.

Since he has discovered the goal, he is confident and solve it cleanly.

He lowered his body slightly, bent his knees, his feet almost touched the ground, and walked forward alternately.

This way of traveling is not fast, but it can avoid making noises to the greatest extent, attracting the target's attention and vigilance, and making it easier to seize the initiative.

Gordon searched silently, and soon the target appeared in his sight.

This is a wild boar with a single head. It is not big in size and has no long fangs. It should be a female individual, which is easier to deal with than when she encountered the other one before.

As long as you kill it, you can complete the task by yourself, pass the assessment, and become a formal hunter!

Thinking of this, Gordon's heartbeat began to accelerate irresistibly.

The instructor's teaching that "must observe carefully before the hunting begins and carefully confirm the surrounding environment" was thrown behind him.

After quickly scanning the surroundings and simply confirming that there were no other creatures in their sight, Gordon decisively began to attack.

The plan is the same as before, charge is approaching, the shield is rushing to break the balance of the target, and then launches continuous slashes to resolve the battle!

The young hunter is full of confidence.

However, this time, things did not develop as he planned.

Perhaps the distance is not close enough, or it may be because the target is not eating at this time and is very vigilant.

As early as the moment he rushed out of the shadow, the big wild boar, who had some sense of disagreement, turned his head right and shook his back hooves to prepare to rush.

"Tsk."

Gordon was smacking his tongue when he was charging. It was natural that he was fine to hit the unprepared wild boar from the side, but it would be stupid to face these guys.

However, failing to get the lead does not mean being at a disadvantage, it is just that the battle process will become a little troublesome.

The pace changed, and the legs, which were originally charged at full speed, closed with three points.

When he was about to collide with the big wild boar, Gordon whirled his feet and let his body pass by. While passing by the big wild boar, he cut his hips.

The big wild boar screamed and stopped.

Gordon would not miss such a good opportunity. He stepped closer and swung several times one after another, and slashed the hind legs of the big wild boar just to destroy its collision ability.

However, the big wild boar exerted force on his forelimbs, and suddenly waved his head back, and his short sword-like fangs poked at him.

Gordon was a little surprised, but not panic. He raised the shield on his right arm and went up to meet him.

This is the main reason why hunters generally use the sword of the pseudo-sword during the internship period.

Lightweight and flexible, the attack and defense are not outstanding, but they are very balanced. In the face of emergencies, the offense and defense can be switched quickly and freely.

"Ka!"

The fangs collided with the bone-made shield, and Gordon steadily blocked the attack, but the big wild boar, whose hind limbs were seriously injured, staggered backwards.

Under the impact, although the right arm of the shield was a little numb, it did not affect his subsequent offensive.

The hunter's knife, which was about half a meter long, floated lightly like a feather, slashing vertically, swinging horizontally, turning around and slashing, and a complete set of combos exploded instantly.

"Hmph!"

The wild boars that were hit by the knife made a tragic howl that resounded through the mountains and forests. Of course, Gordon would not feel sympathy for this, and kept waving his weapons and launching slashes.

Until it falls completely.

Compared to the previous one, the wild boar's death was much more miserable.

There were not many good skins on the body with knife marks, and blood was splattered everywhere.

Gordon, who was standing aside, was gasping for breath. Even though he was in excellent physical condition, he was really struggling with this series of full-strength attacks.

Fortunately, the hunting is over.

Next, you only need to collect the fangs of the wild boar and take them back to the camp.

Gordon, who was about to walk towards the corpse of a big wild boar, suddenly froze.

He could feel a dangerous and malicious sight locking him.

Not caring about the corpse of the big wild boar beside him, Gordon suddenly turned around and looked at a certain direction, raised his arm and put the round shield in front of him, clenched the hunting knife in his palm, and was full of vigilance.

The heavy breathing made the ground tremble slightly, and the crackling sound of trees breaking.

A huge black shadow slowly appeared from the forest.

The first thing that came into his sight was a pair of huge fangs that were thicker than trees.

Faced with this giant tooth, Gordon couldn't help but think: Is this really something that can naturally grow from living things?

The giant teeth are not smooth and beautiful, the thickness is not uniform, and even the left and right are asymmetric.

But the spiral pattern that seems to be a steel bar twisted with huge machinery and is full of power has a wild tension that cannot be ignored.

"...Dos Van Gogh." Gordon swallowed secretly.

Of course he knew this guy, the king of the big wild boar tribe, a monster named "strong general" by hunters.

——The Big Wild Boar King.

Chapter completed!