Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter

  Chapter 40 Required Courses

   Seeing that Gordon's attack failed, the two odd-faced tribe immediately gloated and danced around him.

   Such a strange scene made Hayata's eyes widen. Are these two strange faces dancing?

  Seeing through the disciple's confusion, Amos smiled and explained from the side: "They are not dancing, but are using this to distract the opponent and prepare to launch a surprise attack.

  The Qimian tribe has a high IQ. They can see that Gordon is a 'hunter' rather than some prey that lacks the means to resist, so they behave more cautiously and use tactics. "

   "Then Brother Gordon?"

   "Don't worry about watching, if Gordon can't even deal with these little things, he won't be able to rise to two stars at a young age."

  Gordon is really calm, he is luring these little monsters.

  Cut a sword on the ground and can't pull it out, helpless? Now he wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

   Sure enough, the Qimian tribe took the bait.

  On his left side, the strange-faced man holding an animal thighbone as a warhammer in his hand suddenly jumped forward. Seeing Gordon looking at it, he jumped back immediately.

At the same time, the odd-faced man holding a rusted metal dagger on his right jumped up while his companion was attracting the hunter's attention, and swung the rusted iron sword in his hand with a strange scream, slashing at Gordon's body. The chest and neck are critical.

   The corners of Gordon's mouth curled up.

   With a light hook on the toes, the explosive knife, which was not deep into the ground, was released immediately. Following the inertia of lifting the big sword, Gordon took a step back, and continued to lift it while turning the direction of the blade.

   Go up and chop!

The strange-faced clan jumping in mid-air was unavoidable, the sharp hook blade of the Explosive Knife pierced its chest, its withered body twitched twice, then stopped moving, and turned into a corpse hanging on the blade of the Explosive Knife .

  The sudden death of his companion seemed to have stimulated the Qimian tribe holding the bone stick. It let out a strange cry and rushed forward again.

  Gordon swung his big sword, shook off the strange-faced corpse hanging on the blade, and went up to him.

  The small Qimian tribe is very flexible in its movements. Facing the amazingly powerful but not so flexible big sword, it successfully dodges one after another.

  Gordon was not in a hurry, and continued to follow his inertia, swinging his sword steadily, and finally succeeded in catching a flaw in the Qimian clan when he swung the fifth sword, and easily killed him.

   Glancing at the two corpses on the ground, Gordon ordered the pork chops to be vigilant, squatted down, and began to strip them.

  The process of stripping the Qimian family is very simple. Perhaps it should not be called "extraction", but "corpse search". After all, no one needs the materials of the Qimian family itself.

  The skin of the odd-faced tribe, the teeth of the odd-faced tribe, etc., all sound appropriate, don’t they?

  Therefore, Gordon's attention was completely focused on the two small, crude animal skin packages. This is the luggage of the strange face tribe.

   It is said that someone has touched the precious material called "Dragon Jade" from it, but he himself has only touched bones that have not been gnawed clean

  This time is no exception.

   Throwing the two animal skin bags full of messy garbage aside with a look of displeasure, Gordon patted his legs and stood up.

  At the same time, Amos also led the pale-faced Hayata to his side.

  The corpse torn apart by the explosive knife will not be complete, and the appearance will naturally not be very good-looking, but this is exactly what Amos hopes Hayata will get used to.

  Actually, Hayata had seen a similar scene more than a month ago, but the joy of being rescued at that time diluted the shock brought by the **** scene, so he didn't think too much about it.

   Unlike now, she felt like she was going to throw up.

  Gordon, who noticed the girl's expression, couldn't help but grinned. Of course he had experienced this too.

  Back then, what was used as a "teaching material" by the instructor Ernest was the corpse of a big wild boar. The head of that poor big wild boar was smashed to pieces under the blow of the instructor's sledgehammer.

  He threw up too.

  That night, when the instructor gave him a big wild boar roast, he vomited again.

  After doing this a few times, he will no longer feel disgusted by these things. Mr. Amos also has this idea, right?

  Looking at Hayatta covering his mouth with his hands, his face turning from white to blue but still holding back his vomiting, Gordon guessed in his heart:

  Maybe next, Mr. Amos will carry out this kind of stimulating therapy and let Hayata go to dissect the corpse or something?

   But in fact it wasn’t. Amos thought he wasn’t strict enough. Seeing that Hayata was approaching the limit, he asked her to rest while he came to Gordon.

   Gordon, who was somewhat gloating, quickly restrained his expression.

   "Gordon, you will take care of me by Hayata's side for a while, and the next wave of strange faces will be handed over to me."

  Amos's tone was quite flat, but the content of the words made Gordon very excited.

   "The users of the great sword value 'strength', but that doesn't mean they will ignore 'skills' because of this. Your method of dealing with small monsters like the Qimian tribe is too rough. I will show you in a moment."

"yes!"

  Gordon doesn't mind the other party's negative comments about him, and his eyes are shining with anticipation.

  It is true that Amos is not a great swordsman, but his vision and experience as a high-level hunter determine that even if he is replaced with a big sword that he is not used to, his technical level is much higher than his current self.

  Who can refuse the targeted guidance of a high-ranking hunter?

   As for taking care of the disciple for the other party, it’s not a big deal. You can walk with her on your back. Anyway, the armor is not as heavy as your own Explosive Knife.

   It stands to reason that the **** smell of the corpse would attract nearby monsters, but because of the existence of Amos, Gordon and the others were not worried.

   Rested on the spot for a few minutes, and after Hayata's face improved slightly, the team set off again.

   Only this time, the one who walked in the front became Amos, and Gordon and Pig Chop "clamped" Hayata one after the other to protect him in the middle.

  Amos's footsteps were not very fast, and he obviously slowed down on purpose. Gordon, who fell a few meters behind, used some of his energy to observe the former's pace.

   After a while, he couldn't help sighing: "Mr. Amos is indeed a high-ranking hunter, really amazing."

   It was Hayata's curiosity that gradually returned to normal along with her physical condition.

  She also followed Gordon's example, staring at Amos's back non-stop, and asked: "What's so amazing, is it because Teacher Amos's footsteps are very quiet?"

"Well, almost, it's light and quiet, just like a cat, have you noticed? Not only the feet, but also the branches that may scrape the body and make a sound have been avoided one by one. I can't do this This level." Gordon sincerely admired.

  Hayata looked at his teacher Amos, and couldn't help adding another layer of admiration and expectation.

  However, at this moment, Amos stopped suddenly. He raised his right fist and made a gesture of "police circle".

   "The second batch is here. The movement is more complicated, and the number should be more than three." Amos said softly, and at the same time slowly pulled out the white ape shaving [pole] behind him.

  As the ice-blue blade slid out of the scabbard little by little, Gordon felt that the temperature around him seemed to drop a bit.

   "Watch my movements."

   With a low shout, Amos staggered his two steps, facing the five figures rushing out from the shadow of the dense forest.

  (end of this chapter)