The sun is gradually rising to the headsky and the temperature is rising.

The clothes under the armor have long been soaked with sweat, but all his energy is focused on dodging the attack of the Great Boar King and looking for the flaws in the attack, so naturally he can't notice this.

Ten minutes had passed since the battle had officially begun.

The high-intensity rolling dodge and swinging of the knife made his physical strength drop very quickly, and the big boar king, who was the target of the hunt, was naturally uncomfortable.

The toxins of the paralyzing mushroom and the poisonous mushroom are constantly working, which makes it deplete its stamina faster.

The wounds all over the body looked terrible, but most of the wounds were not deep, and the really serious wound was the wound on the Achilles tendon of the left hind leg.

After the adrenaline-pumping effects of the anger have passed, the sharp pain in the hind legs slows its movements.

The initial thought of having to crush his opponent into a pulp faded a lot, and after a few seconds of confrontation, the panting Boar King turned around and trotted away.

Gordon let out a long sigh of relief.

He didn't chase it immediately, because his physical strength had also dropped to a dangerous level, and he was by no means unscathed in the previous battle.

After briefly confirming that the surroundings were safe for the time being, Gordon took out a water bladder filled with recovery medicine and poured it into a few sips.

He was relieved by the less unbearable pain coming back from his ribs with the palm of his hand on his side ribs.

I just got kicked by the big boar king here, and even if there is armor to protect it, bruises and bruises are certain, as long as the bones are okay.

The right shoulder has just been rubbed by the fangs of the Great Boar King, and now it is swollen very high, but fortunately, it has not hurt the bones either, and it should be relieved after resting for a while.

After taking out a piece of food and swallowing it with the honey-mixed recovery potion, Gordon took out the stone and began to sharpen his knife.

The originally sharp blade was covered with blood and fat at this time, and there were a few collapses, if it was not sharpened in time, I was afraid that even the fur of the Great Boar King would not be able to cut it for a while.

After resting for about ten minutes, Gordon, who felt that his state had basically recovered, continued to hunt and launched a pursuit.

While he was recovering his strength, so was the Great Boar King, who didn't dare to let that guy rest for too long.

The smell of the dye ball that he had just put on not long ago was obvious, and it didn't take much effort for Gordon to catch the whereabouts of the Great Boar King.

The other party was standing by a stream, bowing his head and drinking, and the wounds all over his body looked quite miserable, attracting countless flies and insects in the forest, buzzing.

The creek was full of pebbles and fallen leaves, and there was no shelter, so it was impossible to sneak up on it, so Gordon gave up his plan to sneak up.

Grabbing a pebble in his hand, he threw it far away, and smashed it precisely on the head of the Great Boar King.

The Great Boar King shook his body and turned his head angrily, his small eyes fixed on the abominable human.

Gordon raised his hands, made a provocative gesture that even ants could understand, and laughed, "Come! Let's move on! ”

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

......

From the scorching sun to the setting sun.

A whole afternoon was spent in Gordon's constant struggle and pursuit with the Great Boar King.

The state of the Great Boar King is getting worse and worse.

The effects of the paralyzing mushroom and the poisonous mushroom have long since ended, but its condition has not improved because of this, in these five or six hours, it has shed too much blood, there is no time to regain its strength, and there is no time to enter****** the god has been in a state of high tension, and whenever it wants to catch its breath, the vicious human will appear with a knife.

The injury to his left hind leg was very serious, and in order to reduce the burden on his left leg, the big boar king tried to keep his left hind leg in the air and walked on the ground with the other three legs.

Not to mention the slow walking speed in this way, it is a further drain on physical strength, but the Great Boar King has no choice.

If it doesn't rest its left leg, it may not be able to perform even its most customary charge in combat.

And as a stalker, Gordon's form isn't much better.

The recovery medicine in the water bladder has long been exhausted, and there are several new injuries on the body, and in order to resist an impact, the right arm of the shield is broken again, and the pain of the heart is drilled when it moves.

And what worries him the most is the hunter's knife in his hand.

There were more and more cracks, and the stone could not restore its original sharpness, and there was even a crack on the originally smooth knife surface, and perhaps after the next swing, it would completely break apart.

Unbeknownst to the inexperienced young hunter, he was the culprit for the excessive wear and tear of his weapons.

Why didn't the instructor mention that it was so easy to quench a weapon with poisonous mushrooms? This is because the corrosive sap of poisonous mushrooms can cause irreversible damage to weapons.

Those special weapons with poison are not as simple as applying poison to the blade, but use targeted materials and structural design.

Indeed, the poisonous juice on the blade suppressed the self-healing ability of the Great Boar King to a certain extent, making it bleed, but the loss is the gain, and before the final result comes out, who can say clearly?

Now, once again, Gordon stood in front of the Great Boar King.

Both are already pushing their limits, and this may be the last time they meet.

"Come, let's continue."

For the umpteenth time, the hunter beckoned to the Great Boar King.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The Great Boar King, who had been cornered, had his eyes red again.

The arrogance of "The Fierce General" made it reluctant to put the last of its strength on escaping, and the left hind leg with an almost completely ruptured Achilles tendon miraculously and firmly stepped on the ground.

Long white vapor erupted from its nostrils, as if it had opened the vent valve of a steam engine.

The pig's sudden advance, which far surpassed any previous momentum, began, and at this time, even if a wyvern stood in front of it, it would be hit hard by this blow.

Gordon, who senses the determination of the other side, certainly will not be like the heroic story depicted in the picture book - both sides charge at the same time, staggered, the winner puts his sword into the sheath, and the loser falls.

No matter how brave you are, you shouldn't play hedge with the big boar king......

Dodging is the only option.

With his eyes staring directly at the galloping boar king, Gordon rolled and dodged in the last moment, dodging the charge beautifully as he had done every time before.

This time, however, the Great Boar King's movements changed.

It didn't stop, but forcibly changed direction directly in the charge at full speed, its mountain-like body drawing a fold of nearly ninety degrees in the glade, and its huge fangs pointed directly at the hunter.

"How is that possible!?"

Gordon's face changed suddenly, how could he not have imagined that the Great Boar King still hid his hand in the continuous pig cart?

At the moment of life and death, he didn't even care about rolling and suffering, and rushed out to the side with all his might, falling heavily to the ground.

Even so, he didn't pounce far enough, and the boar king's heavy hooves were about to crush his knees.

At this moment, Gordon can only choose to leave everything to luck.

He didn't care to estimate the distance, gritted his teeth and rolled in a circle, and it was this gambling roll that miraculously escaped the trampling of the Great Boar King.

Without sparing any effort, the Great Boar King, who was charging at full speed, crashed headlong into the trunk of the big tree in front of him, making a blast-like roar.

"Click!"

A sound distinctly different from the breaking of a tree reached Gordon's ears.

Gordon, who stood up in embarrassment, looked up in shock.

The fangs of the Great Boar King are broken!