The corners of Gordon's mouth tensed as he walked nimbly through the dense forests with complex landscapes.

The previous success seemed to have exhausted his good fortune, and more than two hours had passed since the camp opened, and he had just spotted the trail of a large wild boar.

I looked up at the sky.

The sun had not yet set, but the light had dimmed, and if you wanted to finish the hunt before nightfall, there was not much time left.

Night hunting is not entirely impossible, and a fully trained hunter will be able to move freely even in the dark.

But the Shuretsen Hill is inhabited by too many nocturnal animals and even monsters.

Nighttime hunting is undoubtedly a few notches more dangerous than during the day.

At this point, he had two options.

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

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

Whether it was the teachings of the instructors in the past or the reason in his heart, he told Gordon that returning to the camp was the best option at this time.

But another thought was also boiling in his mind.

- What about night hunting, I'm afraid? If you don't have the guts at all, how will you hunt flying dragons in the future?

Without hesitating for a few seconds, Gordon, who was at his most impulsive age, decided to be reckless!

He even made an excuse for himself in his heart:

What if tomorrow is unlucky and you don't find a big boar all day, won't the mission fail? This is not an impulse, but a mature choice made after careful consideration based on the actual situation!

Having made a decision, Gordon straightened his outfits, quickened his pace, and plunged headlong into the depths of the dark and ancient forest.

After more than half an hour, the forest was completely dark.

Due to the shade of vegetation, nights in the jungle always come sooner.

In the dim light, the branches and vines were faint, the strange chirping of the night owl was flickering near and far, and the fireflies fluttered sporadically like ghost fires, and the more timid people might scream even if they just stood here.

Gordon, on the other hand, was very excited.

At this time, he was crouching on the ground, examining the tracks of a large wild boar.

"The footprints are very fresh, the guy is nearby!" Twisting his fingers at the soft soil at the edge of the footprint, Gordon couldn't help but grin.

Hunting isn't just about fighting.

Intelligence gathering, preparation of equipment items, and tracking of traces are all important parts of the hunting process.

Now that he has found the target, he is completely sure that he will solve it cleanly.

Lower your body slightly, bend your knees, and keep your feet almost solid on the ground, alternately stepping forward.

This way of traveling is not fast, but it can avoid making noise to the greatest extent, attract the attention and vigilance of the target, and facilitate the seizure of opportunities.

Gordon silently searched forward, and soon his target was in his sight.

This is a lone wild boar, not very large, and the fangs are not long, it should be a female individual, and it is easier to deal with than the one I encountered before.

As long as you kill it, you can complete the task yourself, pass the assessment, and become an official hunter!

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

The instructor's instruction that "before the hunt begins, you must observe carefully and carefully check your surroundings" was left behind.

After a quick glance around and a simple confirmation that there were no other creatures in sight, Gordon decisively began to attack.

The plan is the same as before, the charge is close, the shield rushes into the hand, and after breaking the target's balance, launch a continuous slash to solve the battle!

The young hunter is full of confidence.

This time, however, things didn't go as he had planned.

Maybe it's not close enough, or maybe it's because the target isn't eating at this time, so they're quite vigilant.

As early as the moment he burst out of the shadows, the big boar, who had a bad sense, turned its head at the same time, and at the same time shook its hind hooves, ready to charge.

"Tsk."

Gordon smacked his tongue in the charge, and it was naturally fine to hit the defenseless wild boar from the side, but it would be stupid to hedge face-to-face with these guys.

However, not being able to get the lead doesn't mean you're losing the upper hand, just that the battle will become a little more troublesome.

The pace changed, and the legs that were originally charging at full speed retracted three points.

At the moment when he was about to collide with the big boar, Gordon staggered his feet and spun around, out of position, and slashed the latter in the hip while staggering past the big boar.

The big boar howled miserably and stopped.

Gordon would not let go of such a good opportunity, and when he approached, he swung several knives in succession, slashing at the hind legs of the big boar, just to nullify its ability to collide.

Unexpectedly, the big boar exerted its forelimbs, shook its head backwards violently, and the fangs like short knives poked at him.

Gordon was a little surprised, but not flustered, and raised the shield of his right arm to meet it.

This is the main reason why hunters during the apprenticeship period commonly use Katamate swords.

Lightweight, flexible, offensive and defensive are not outstanding, but very balanced, in the face of unexpected situations, the switch between offense and defense is fast and free.

"Ka!"

The fangs collided with the bone shield, and Gordon steadily blocked the blow, but the large boar with a minor injury to the hind limbs staggered backwards.

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

The hunter's knife, which was more than half a meter long, floated as light as a feather in his hand, slashing vertically, swinging horizontally, turning around and slashing, and a whole set of combos broke out instantly.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The wild boars that had been stabbed one after another let out a terrible howl that resounded through the mountains and forests, and Gordon certainly did not sympathize with this, and continued to swing his weapon and launch slashes without stopping.

Until it falls down completely.

Compared to the previous one, the death of this wild boar is much more miserable.

There were few good pieces of skin on the body with knife marks, and blood was splattered everywhere.

Gordon, who was standing on the side, gasped, even with his outstanding physical fitness, was really struggling under this series of all-out attacks.

Fortunately, the hunt is over.

All you need to do is collect the boar's tusks and bring them back to the camp.

Taking a few breaths, Gordon, who was about to walk towards the carcass of the big wild boar, suddenly froze.

He could feel a dangerous, malicious gaze locking him.

Ignoring the carcass of the large wild boar beside him, Gordon turned sharply to look in a certain direction, raised his arm to hold the round shield in front of him, and clenched the hunting knife in his hand, fully alert.

Heavy breathing, heavy footsteps that made the ground tremble slightly, the crackling sound of trees breaking.

A huge black shadow slowly emerged from among the trees.

The first thing that caught his eye was a large fang, thicker than the trees.

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

The giant tooth is not smooth and beautiful, the thickness is uneven, and even the left and right sides are not symmetrical.

However, the spiral pattern is full of power as if it is a steel bar twisted by a huge machine, but it has a wild tension that cannot be ignored.

“...... Doss van Gogh. Gordon swallowed secretly.

Of course he knew this guy, the king of the Great Boar Clan, a monster who was dubbed "Fierce General" by the hunters.

- The Great Boar King.