Look at his calloused hands, thick joints, much rougher than their peers, but also much stronger.

His right hand, which had not healed from his injury, was still trembling slightly, as if reflecting the fear in his heart that he didn't want to face even himself.

Afraid of being pierced by those fangs?

Afraid of being crushed by those giant hooves?

I'm just a trainee hunter who has just turned seventeen years old and hasn't turned regular yet, so it's normal that I can't beat the big boar king, and I'll find the field again when I'm strong, isn't it?

Gordon tried to comfort himself, but the thought made his knot grow heavier.

It's even worse than the bruise that just got stuck in the throat.

He pulled out his hunter's notes and stared at the Hunter's Guild crest imprinted on the cover of the hide.

When the profession of hunter did not appear in this land, what kind of mentality did those ancestors have to face those monsters that human beings could not resist?

There is no strong armor and sharp weapons.

There are no various items and information to support it.

There is no way out of "getting back to the field after becoming stronger".

Only the clansmen who must be guarded behind them, their homeland, and the courage to be forced out.

What about yourself?

Has his courage been completely shattered by the pig rush of the Great Boar King? Even if you change to sharper equipment and stronger armor later, won't your hands tremble anymore?

After retreating this time, do you really have the courage to stand in front of that guy again, and even take the initiative to charge?

Walking outside the tent, by the bright starlight, Gordon looked again at the hunter's knife in his hand that had accompanied him all year.

The blade wasn't sharp enough, but it was still able to leave scars on the boar king.

The shield cracked, but it stubbornly remained intact.

Close your eyes.

Dressed in thin armor and armed with rudimentary knives, but still shouting, the backs of the pioneers who charged at the monster came to mind.

A subtle but bright emotion, like a fire, bursts out from the depths of the soul.

Not fear, not impulsiveness, not hysterical recklessness, but something more fiery.

Gordon opened his eyes, looked at his right hand, which was still numb in pain, but no longer trembling, and muttered unconsciously:

"Is this courage?"

He patted his cheeks vigorously until two ridiculous red handprints appeared on his face.

Put away the notebook, which symbolized the status of the "hunter", sheathed the blade, and re-tied the round shield to his right arm, tightening the strap.

"Then, let's start again!"

......

Two hours later, Gordon was back at camp.

The effect of the dyed ball allowed him to roughly grasp the position and distance of the Great Boar King, and he did not choose to approach the opponent rashly, and he still needed to make some preparations before the official battle began.

During his time away from the camp, he searched the nearby mountains and forests, trying to collect all the materials he could use, and these seemingly inconspicuous things may become important weights in the future battle.

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground in the tent, tidying up the mess in front of him.

"Seven herbs, a few pieces of honey, a seed of patience, four blue mushrooms, three poisonous mushrooms, two paralytic mushrooms......"

Some of these materials were collected by him, and some of them were stored in storage boxes after they were collected two days ago.

"First of all, the recovery medicine."

Gordon mashed and mixed all the herbs and blue mushrooms with a stone mortar, added a small amount of water, stirred thoroughly, and filtered, and the final green liquid obtained was the most basic healing medicine.

Although the proportion of the material is not quite right, and it has not been properly extracted and blended, and the medicine cannot achieve the best effect, the time is urgent, and there is no time to entangle so much.

What's more, I was lucky enough to find a beehive and cut a lot of honey back.

According to the instructor's "secret recipe", he added a lot of honey to the healing potion, which greatly increased the effect of the healing potion, and also made the bitter potion more delicious.

The amount of recovery medicine that has not been extracted and concentrated is a bit much, and looking at the potion filled with the iron pot for cooking soup, Gordon is a little numb.

After pouring half of the pot on his neck, Gordon burped loudly.

These crude recovery pills are indeed not as effective as those stored in small glass bottles after careful blending, and the effect is fast, and the amount is large.

After drinking the potion for more than half an hour, he felt that the pain in his right arm had basically disappeared, and the dull pain caused by the impact on his internal organs was no longer there.

With a little rest, you should be back to winning all the time.

He poured the rest of the potion into a water bladder so that he could take it later.

The large messy mushrooms that are a local specialty are also used by him.

In the past, he belonged to the martial arts faction that disdained to use too many props, but now, his mind has changed - the way to increase the success rate of hunting is the best way!

Many hunters like to lure monsters with raw meat that has been spiced up, luring them to eat them, and weakening them.

For example, paralyzing raw meat, highly poisonous raw meat or something, it sounds very inferior, but it is a very effective hunting method.

The Great Boar King is an omnivorous monster and eats meat, but the favorite of these guys is the mushrooms that can be found everywhere in the forest after the rain.

Gordon decided to use this to trap the Great Boar King.

It's best if you succeed, and there's nothing to lose if you don't.

However, it is not so easy to fool these guys who have lived in the jungle for generations, feed on mushrooms, and have a more sensitive sense of smell than dogs.

Paralyzing mushrooms poisonous mushrooms or something, although they are also mushrooms, but if you put it in front of it, it will never look at it.

There must be a certain degree of camouflage.

To this end, Gordon specially dug out the most expensive settlement item he had collected in the past few days - large matsutake mushrooms from the storage box.

This peculiar mushroom, which grows deep in the depths of the Shuretsen Hill, has an extremely mellow and rich nutty aroma, and is also a rare and excellent delicacy not only for humans, but also for the king of wild boars.

A single piece can be sold for a price several times higher than the reward of this mission, and it is as lucky as winning the lottery to be collected.

Gordon endured the heartache and chopped all the large matsutake mushrooms, mixed the fragrant mushroom mince with sticky honey, and smeared a thick layer on the pile of poisonous mushrooms, paralyzing mushrooms, and sleeping mushrooms.

I hope to deceive the sense of smell of the Great Boar King.

As for the appearance, it doesn't matter, everyone knows that the nose arches back and forth when the big wild boar is foraging, and when it smells an appetite, it goes directly to the mouth, and it doesn't use its eyes to see it at all.

After making the bait of the black heart, Gordon carefully crushed the poisonous mushroom he had intentionally left, and evenly smeared the purple-black juice from it on his hunter's knife.

This poisonous mushroom contains a deadly poison, both for humans and for monsters.

According to the instructor, some hunter weapons will use special monster materials rich in poison, so that their attacks are accompanied by the attribute of "poison", weakening the physical strength of the hunting target.

His own crude methods, which are not even quenching poison, are definitely not comparable to those high-level weapons, but as long as they can cause a little more trouble to the Great Boar King, it will be worth it.

Looking at the sky, it was still about four or five hours before dawn.

Gordon lay down on the bed.

Even though he was so excited that his mind struggled to fall asleep, he still closed his eyes vigorously and tried to force himself to sleep.

For the hunt later, he had to recuperate his strength and recover from his injuries.

"One Ailu, two Ailu, three Ailu......"

After a few minutes, only a slight snoring sound was left in the narrow tent, which echoed shallowly.