For four or five days, Gordon and Pork Chop traveled back and forth between the hunting grounds and the camp several times.

When you are tired, take time to rest, and when you wake up, you can resume the battle.

The wounds on the beast's leg and proboscis healed several times, and were torn again and again.

Throughout the basin, huge hoof prints, fallen trees, dark red blood stains could be seen everywhere, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

It has to be said that this hunting method is obscene and grinding, but it can ensure the hunter's condition and physical strength to the greatest extent - this is the key to winning in a protracted war.

With his sharpened sword on his back, Gordon walked out of the camp door again, "Are you ready, pork chop?" The guy didn't have a few breaths left, and if he held on for another day or two, victory was in sight. ”

"Meow in good spirits!"

The pork chop crossed his waist, "It's Gordon Meow, who was whipped out by the giant beast yesterday and hurt meow?" ”

Gordon patted his ribs, gave a thumbs up and smiled: "It's okay, it's just a cracked bone, a small injury, I drank a few bottles of recovery medicine and slept well, it's no problem!" ”

"So Gordon still has to run to the front of the beast and meow?"

"How can the matter of a hunter's cultivation be called death?"

......

Unlike the first few days, the beasts no longer stay where they were, for long periods of time.

It began to consciously move over long distances, trying to get rid of the hunter's entanglement.

However, this giant ivory beast species with no natural predators inherently lacks the concept of "escape", and the so-called long-distance movement is only to leave the flat small basin and move around in the territory.

It even took the half-grown cub with it.

In the stereotyped thinking of the beast, cubs are safest only when they are by their side, even if their own situation is dangerous.

As if these were two completely unrelated things......

Gordon has complained in his heart more than once that if he changes to a more ruthless guy, the death of both mother and son is afraid that it will be the standard ending.

Compared to the flying Wyvern species, and some carapace species that are good at burrowing into the ground, the difficulty of tracking the Behemoth can be said to be lower than the lower limit.

The footprints on the snow are large and deep, and anyone of Gordon's size can lie directly into them, and unless there is a blizzard or avalanche, it will not disappear for a long time.

The blood dripping along the way was the best signpost, and along the huge footprints and the smell of blood, the hunter and Elu made their way through the wind and snow.

The majestic figure of the giant beast appeared in their sight again.

It limped and moved slowly, completely devoid of its initial immobile momentum.

It's weakened too much.

The constant loss of blood took away too much of its physical strength.

While the hunter retreated, it had time to eat.

But rough and tough wood needs to be fermented in the stomach for a very long time and chewed repeatedly before it can be slowly converted into nutrients and energy that can be absorbed.

There is no time to replenish the consumption of fighting and blood loss in the past few days, and can only rely on the fat stored in the body to support it.

"Uh-huh......"

Noticing the arrival of Gordon and the chop again, the beast let out a low snort.

It slowly turned to face the pursuers, and the cub stepped away to a mournful scream.

"Tsk, I feel like I've become a big villain."

Pork Chop glanced at Gordon, "Isn't that meow?" ”

"Well, to our prey, we are indeed wicked." Gordon gripped the hilt of his sword with a smile, he hadn't given up hunting for so many years as a hunter.

"Up!"

The Hunter and Eru rushed out.

Unlike the original formation, Gordon went straight to the front of the behemoth, but instead it was a pork chop, and ran behind the behemoth in a roundabout way.

A large amount of blood loss made the giant beast very weak, and both the strength and speed of its movements were weakened a lot.

On Gordon's side, after a few days of attrition, he was already completely familiar with the movement habits of the giant beast in front of him, coupled with the gradually proficient courage mode, which gave him the certainty of facing it head-on.

Risk?

You have to take some risks, or you will be a hunter.

In the face of the rapidly approaching hunter, the beast roared, its proboscis and fangs swaying with its skull, sweeping forward.

"I knew it."

Gordon stopped his momentum early and flew backwards, "This is always the first priority. ”

The tip of the beast's nose swept less than three meters in front of him.

Gordon swung his sword to cut through the air flow and continued to rush forward, as long as he could get close to the position below the behemoth's head, the danger of frontal combat in that "dangerous safety zone" would be greatly reduced.

At least he can avoid the threat of fangs, and he has a lot of experience dealing with that flexible proboscis that he has a lot of experience dealing with.

The pork chop behind the giant beast was also wildly wielding the cat sword.

The hind legs of the prey were already covered with criss-crossing wounds, most of which were the work of Gordon over the past few days, and a few were the result of his efforts.

In the past few days, they have broken through the hair on the giant beast's legs, the protection of the crust and muscle ligaments, and finally succeeded in cutting the blood vessels of the giant beast's legs.

Behemoths are huge and incredibly tall, and in order to maintain their blood supply, their blood pressure is very high, several times that of humans.

Because of this, the blood vessels, which were not thick at all, could not heal at all, greatly aggravating the process of blood loss from the giant beast.

What the pork chop is doing right now is to enlarge the wound on the back leg of the giant beast, especially the hole in the blood vessel.

At this time, the giant beast had no time to take care of the behind.

Gordon had rushed under its nose, swinging his sword to open a wound in its jaw, which was not covered with carapace.

The beast rolled back into its proboscis and tried to grab Gordon, but Gordon rolled around in time to avoid it, and as he got up, he picked up his greatsword and slashed again.

The power of these two swords may not be too strong, but they greatly advanced Gordon's process of building up courage.

"Go on!"

Gordon grinned and continued to swing his sword to attack.

"Moo——!" The beast's tiny eyes turned red, and a large stream of scorching white vapor erupted from between its mouth and nose.

It was furious.

The beast is tired and weak due to heavy blood loss, but it is not afraid of hunters.

This behemoth, which is almost independent of the ecological niche of the snow-capped mountains, does not have the word "fear" in its mind at all.

In the face of the roaring beast, Gordon also became inexplicably excited.

He couldn't tell if it was because of his courage, the negative effects of the Dinosaur suit, or .....

He's looking forward to such a head-to-head encounter.

"Hah! Come on, we're not going to retreat this time! ”

Gordon laughed and raised his broadsword, the tip of which pointed forward, "I'll keep attacking until you fall!" ”

As if in response, the beast stomped on its front hooves twice, and the decline caused by the massive blood loss was swept away, and the anger in its heart pushed it back to the top for a while.

"He's meowing and crazy again!" The pork chop reluctantly stepped up the pace of attack.

Gordon has always been like this since the time of the Beginner, and from time to time he would want to fight the monster head-on.

Opponents include but are not limited to the Great Boar King, the Blue Speed Dragon King, the Male Fire Dragon, the One-Horned Dragon, the Boom Dragon, the Red Hood, and even the Lan Dragon......

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Perhaps only such intermittent neurosis can truly grasp the meaning of "courage"?

The hunter raised his great sword, and the behemoth waved its proboscout.

Just as the two were about to clash, there was a terrifying fierce roar in the gray sky covered by the wind and snow.

"Quack——!"

A huge dark yellow shadow swooped down from the sky.