Shaded by trees, dense streams, and fertile dark humus.

Rotten tree trunks covered in moss and lying to the ground......

This is deep in the dense forests of the Shurett region, where even sunlight cannot penetrate.

There's no better place to grow mushrooms.

On the moss, which soaked up last night's rain like a sponge, there are large swaths of specialty mushrooms layered on top of each other, and the flesh-red umbrella cover is soft and fat, and its delicious taste is not to be doubted.

"Humph......"

There was a muffled hum, and a figure squeezed out of the woods.

It was a fat boar with a ridge of more than a meter high, and its brownish-black fur was covered with half-dried mud, as if it had been wearing a layer of armor.

The boar snorted and chirped to the stake overgrown with mushrooms, sniffed his long nose from side to side, and then began to gnaw wantonly.

In a few moments, the large mushrooms that had just grown on the stake were arched to a pulp.

"Tsk."

In the shadows of the dense forest, a slight tongue-smacking sound sounded, and the big wild boar, who was busy enjoying his food, did not notice it.

"I'm still thinking about whether I can go back with me to collect some specialty mushrooms, but it's all a waste."

Behind a large tree covered with vines, a young hunter in light leather armor muttered silently.

"Forget it, when I complete this assessment task, I will be an official hunter, and there is no need to be angry about a few mushrooms." Gordon comforted himself in his heart.

He took a slow breath, calming his emotions and breath completely.

"Check if it's safe around first."

In the stream, in the canopy shade, in the depths of the vines, the chirping of insects, the smell of the wind......

Eyes, ears, nose, and even skin are carefully and efficiently collecting clues from the environment.

After a few seconds, Gordon confirmed that there were no other large creatures within a few tens of meters.

It's time to start hunting.

Tightening the strap on the small shield on his right arm, he pulled the bone-made hand sword called the "Hunter's Knife" from the scabbard behind his waist and held it tightly in his palm.

The muscles in his body were tense like a stretched bowstring, and in the next second, he rushed out like a leopard.

"Huh?"

The big boar, with mushroom crumbs hanging from the corners of its mouth, raised its head vigilantly, and before its huge head could turn in the direction from which the sound came.

The attackers had already crossed the distance of nearly ten meters and rushed to its side.

He didn't stop, nor did he directly draw the knife, but used the round shield that could barely cover half of his body as an angle of attack, and hit the side of the big boar.

"Quack!"

Even a big wild boar with a low and stable center of gravity could not help but stumble under this all-out collision, unable to counterattack at the first time.

Gordon, on the other hand, had swung his sword and slashed firmly at the relatively soft back of the wild boar.

The blade of the hunter's knife, covered with fine and sharp teeth, successfully broke through the defenses of mud and fur.

In the splattering of blood, the fat, muscles and tendons were cut, and the hind limbs of the big wild boar went limp, and it fell to the ground with a miserable howl.

Relying on the hind legs to force the pig's sudden collision is the only way for the wild boar to attack, such a knife may not be directly fatal, but it abolish its hind limbs, and completely cut off the possibility of its resistance.

The next picture is more brutal.

"Quack!"

With a terrible howl, the big boar's eyes completely lost their vitality, leaving only a strong body, still twitching slightly with nervous reflexes.

Shaking the blood off the blade, Gordon sheathed it.

He stood up, looked around vigilantly a few times, and after confirming that there was no danger, he half-crouched down again, pulled out his knife, and began to collect the carcass of the large wild boar.

Tens of seconds later, he selectively cut off a large piece of raw meat with good flesh quality, and pulled out a fang, which was more than half a meter long.

As for the most valuable fur, because there are several knife marks, it can't be sold at a good price, and the task is not over and it gets in the way, so I can only give up.

Packing raw meat and fangs into his bag, Gordon went to the stream and quickly washed his blood-stained hands and knives before hurriing away.

The smell of blood and corpses will soon attract predators like the Blue Speeddragon, and it will be a problem to stay here.

After a short and half an hour, Gordon returned to the hunter's camp built into the cliffs.

It wasn't until he got through the narrow passage like a dog's hole and saw the simple but sturdy yellow animal skin tent that the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

Back at camp it was completely safe.

Remove the fangs from your bag and the raw meat, the former being a settlement item to confirm the outcome of the raid, and store them in the red storage box in the camp.

The latter is marinated with seasonings and prepared to be roasted and eaten for a while, which is also regarded as a tooth sacrifice.

After all, although the food provided by the Hunter Guild can quickly fill the stomach, the taste is really difficult to compliment.

This on-the-go food made from wheat flour mixed with cured jerky tastes like wood soaked in salt water......

In contrast, grilled meat that is cooked until golden brown and sizzling with oil is much more delicious.

Gordon, who remembered the beauty of the barbecue, swallowed hard, quickly set up the barbecue grill, and patiently roasted this piece of fresh raw meat that still had residual warmth.

If you want to grill delicious barbecue meat that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, you can't be in a hurry, and heat control is even more important.

The boy slowly turned the grip of the barbecue grill as he pulled out his thin hunter's notebook.

Turn to the most recent page.

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Mission: A herd of pesky wild boars

Content: Defeat 5 wild boars

Remuneration: 300 gold

Designated location: Shuretsen Hill

Time limit: 3 days

The wild boar population in Shuretsen Hill is abnormally multiplied and growing too fast, so be sure to reduce their number so as not to damage the ecology of the Shuretsen Hill area and affect the surrounding human settlements!

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Took out a charcoal pen and recorded a few strokes.

Counting the one just now, he has hunted four large wild boars in the past two days, and if he hunts one more, he will be able to complete the task and return to the village.

And most importantly!

At that time, after passing the assessment task, you will finally be able to lose the prefix of "apprentice" and officially become a monster hunter!

It has been two full years since he officially began training as a hunter at the age of fifteen.

It's time to graduate.

Thinking of this, the corners of Gordon's mouth couldn't help but rise.

The Great Boar, the Blue Speedosaurus, and the Bobo (Mammoth), which have hunted not a hundred, but seventy or eighty small monsters in the past two years, are not worthy of being recorded in the hunter's notes.

Only the real flying dragon of the male fire dragon!

It is the glory that hunters yearn for!

A burnt smell woke him up from his beautiful delusions.

Only then did Gordon, who found that the meat had been roasted, and hurriedly took the roast off the barbecue.

Fortunately, it was only a little burnt.

This little thing didn't affect his good mood.

While vigorously biting on the piping hot barbecue with a slight burnt smell, the boy raised his head and looked at the sun still hanging high in the sky.

It's still early, at least three hours before sunset.

Picking up speed, gobbling it up, and after a few minutes, tossing aside the gnawed bones, Gordon patted his bulging belly and stood up.

"Eat and drink to your heart's content, strike while the iron is hot! Get done hunting before it gets dark! ”