It was gray, and Gordon got out of bed on time.

He moved his right arm, easily and flexibly, and twisted his waist again, and the crisp crackling sound told him that the bone injury had healed.

After jumping a few more times, there was no dull pain or boredom in the chest and abdomen, and it seemed that the physical state had recovered to the best.

With a fist high-five, the solid strength made him grin with satisfaction.

Dig out a few pieces of food and fill your stomach with water.

Wearing the parts of the Hunter's suit one by one, Gordon equipped the round shield and carefully polished the Hunter's knife with a stone.

After all this was done, Gordon stepped out of the tent.

The hunter's knife exuded a dark purple hue peculiar to the dried juice of poisonous mushrooms, and the water bladder was filled with crude healing potions.

The "Black-hearted Matsutake Mushroom", which is the centerpiece of the battle, is wrapped in large leaves and carefully placed in the bag.

Take a long breath.

Facing the rising sun, Gordon strode to the camp gate and, like a real old hunter, began his first "unscrupulous" hunt.

......

More than an hour passed.

Gordon is not in a hurry, only with enough patience can he find clues about the whereabouts of the monster.

Now, he's made a discovery.

Stroking the traces of dyed ball paint on the trunk, Gordon sniffled, trying to discern the residual scent of dyed fruit in the air.

And to confirm the position and distance of the Great Boar King at this time.

More than ten hours have passed since last night's battle, and the duration of the dyeing ball has basically reached its limit.

Thankfully, it didn't rain last night, otherwise the effect of the dye balls would have been greatly reduced, and the traces and smells left by the paint would have been washed away.

In that case, you will really become a headless fly.

"To the northeast, the distance is about two to three kilometers... Where are the streams with a lot of mushrooms? Good luck. Gordon's eyes lit up and he muttered to himself.

In the past two years, he has spent at least a third of his time in the outer area of the Shuretsen Hill.

Not to mention that he knows everything about grass and trees, but he still knows exactly what the environment of which area is what the environment is, what the terrain is, what products are there, and so on.

The area where the Great Boar King is located at this time is relatively flat and full of streams, which is one of the best mushroom gathering spots nearby, and it is likely that the other party is foraging for food in the vicinity.

This will greatly increase the success rate of the "drugging" operation.

The pace began to pick up.

He had to set up the poison bait before the boar king was full.

After more than half an hour of traveling, the faint smell of dyeing balls in the air gradually became continuous and obvious.

Gordon knew he wasn't far from his goal.

Take off your helmet and use the sensitive skin on your cheeks and neck to instantly determine the direction of the wind at this time.

Luck is not bad, he is in the downwind position, as long as he is careful, he can sneak close to the Great Boar King without worrying about being discovered by the latter.

Gordon walked slowly and kept closer.

This time, he had learned the lesson of the previous night, and as he made a roundabout move, he carefully probed the surrounding area.

To be honest, he has some psychological shadows.

Hunting a big wild boar and running out of a big wild boar king, what strange things will run out of this when hunting the big wild boar king, will he still live?

Fortunately, during the day, the Shuretsen Hill was relatively calm, and the animals larger than the rabbits were only the spirit deer that were more timid than the rabbits, except for a few herbivorous dragons that were slow to swallow grass.

Quietly probing, approaching, and nearly half an hour passed.

Gordon, who was crawling among the bushes, saw the huge and mighty figure again.

The Great Boar King walked slowly among the streams and trees, looking for delicious berries and mushrooms.

There seemed to be something unusual about its left hind leg, and it took less time to land than its right leg when walking, much to Gordon's delight.

The knife that was desperately slashed last night finally injured the Achilles tendon of the Great Boar King, and relying on his own recovery ability, just one night was not enough to completely heal the wound.

This may be an opportunity for him.

Gordon didn't rush out recklessly, since there is a gap in hard power, he has to be cautious, and it is not yet time to start a frontal war.

After observing for a while and confirming the general route of the Great Boar King, Gordon quietly retreated.

He had to rush to the next feeding spot of the Great Boar King and set it up.

A few minutes later, Gordon found himself in a glade.

There are many fallen pine trees, their trunks broken and their roots bulging, these trees have long since died, but they are "alive" in another way.

Everything in the forest has its value, and rotten wood is no exception.

Whether it is the soft and thick moss that completely covers the rotten wood, or the clumps of mushrooms, it is the favorite food of the Great Boar King.

Considered a "treasure of the forest" by gourmets, large matsutake mushrooms can occasionally be found in the vicinity.

Gordon was at least seventy percent sure that the Boar King would soon pass by and enjoy a good meal.

Grab a handful of moss from the tree next to you, and wipe it vigorously on your hands and feet a few times, so as to eliminate the smell of humans and prevent the big boar king from discovering the flaws for a while.

After finding a tree stump that had collected large matsutake mushrooms in the past, and burying those paralyzed mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms disguised as large matsutake mushrooms, Gordon removed the traces and left silently.

The smell of the large matsutake mushrooms that were chopped up and applied to the poisoned bait was strong enough that Gordon believed that even if it was buried in the earth, the Great Boar King would find it accurately.

To be honest, whether this can fool the great boar king's keen sense of smell, and whether the poisonous bait will be effective after being eaten, these Gordons don't know in their hearts.

If it doesn't work, everything will have to be handed over to the hunter's knife in his hand.

His eyes swept around, looking for bushes lurking downwind, and all he could do was wait.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour......

As the minutes ticked by, Gordon told himself over and over again in his heart to be patient, but even so, his emotions inevitably began to become agitated.

Just as he was about to give up, the heavy footsteps of the Great Boar King came from afar.

Gordon felt his heart start to beat rapidly, and he quickly adjusted his breathing, trying to suppress his heartbeat and wheezing, and lay motionless behind the bushes like a real stake.

The Great Boar King's nose twitched.

It seemed to smell the smell of that abominable human.

But compared to the vague scent, it cares more about an intoxicating aroma that often appears in its dreams - it is the aroma of large matsutake mushrooms.

Even if it is the king of the entire tribe, it is not often the opportunity to eat that delicious large matsutake mushroom. When was the last time you had this delicacy? It seems to be autumn before the breeding season, and the luscious taste is unforgettable.

Following the scent, the Great Boar King trotted all the way to the stump.

The long nose easily arches through the floating soil, revealing the delicious food buried beneath the soil.

The aroma of the large matsutake mushroom suddenly became stronger, and unlike the past, this time the "large matsutake mushroom" is actually mixed with the sweet aroma of honey.

Snoring, it seems that there are some other flavors mixed in there?

No matter!

The big wild boar king opened his mouth, chewed those delicious mushrooms into his mouth in a few bites, and swallowed his stomach.

A moment later, the roar, which had become intermittent due to abdominal pain and numbness of the mouth, resounded throughout the forest.