The sun gradually rises into the sky, and the temperature continues to rise.
The clothes under the armor were already soaked with sweat, but Gordon, who focused all his energy on avoiding the Big Boar King's attack and looking for flaws in the attack, naturally didn't notice this.
Ten minutes have passed since the battle officially started.
The high-intensity rolling dodges and knife swings caused his physical strength to decline very quickly, and the big wild boar king who was the hunting target naturally felt uncomfortable.
The toxins of the paralyzing and poisonous mushrooms continue to act, which depletes its stamina faster.
The scars all over his body looked scary, but most of them were not deep. The really serious wound was the one on the Achilles tendon of his left hind leg.
After the adrenaline secretion caused by anger wore off, the severe pain in its hind legs made its movements sluggish.
The initial thought of crushing his opponent into pulp also faded away a lot. After a confrontation that lasted several seconds, the panting Big Wild Boar King turned around and trotted away.
Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.
He did not pursue immediately because his physical strength had dropped to a dangerous level, and he was by no means unscathed in the previous battle.
After briefly confirming that the surroundings were temporarily safe, Gordon took out a water bag filled with recovery medicine and drank a few gulps.
He pressed the side of his ribs with his palms, and he breathed a sigh of relief as the less unbearable pain returned from his ribs.
I just got kicked by the Big Wild Boar King here. Even if he is protected by armor, there will be bruises and bruises, as long as the bones are not seriously damaged.
My right shoulder had just been rubbed by the fangs of the Big Wild Boar King, and it is now swollen very high. Fortunately, the bones were not injured, and it should be relieved after resting for a while.
After taking out a piece of food and swallowing it with a recovery medicine mixed with honey, Gordon took out a whetstone and started sharpening the knife.
The originally sharp blade was now covered with blood and fat, and there were a few chipped edges. If it wasn't sharpened in time, it might not even be able to cut through the fur of the Big Wild Boar King.
After resting for about ten minutes, Gordon, who felt that his condition had basically recovered, continued hunting and launched a pursuit.
While he was recovering his strength, the Big Wild Boar King was doing the same, but he didn't dare to let that guy rest for too long.
The smell of the dyed balls that had just been put on not long ago was obvious, and it didn't take much effort for Gordon to capture the whereabouts of the big wild boar king.
The other party was standing by a stream, lowering his head to drink water. The wounds all over his body looked quite miserable, attracting countless flies in the forest, making them buzz.
The creek was full of pebbles and fallen leaves, and there was no shelter. It was impossible to approach quietly, so Gordon gave up the plan of sneak attack.
He picked up a pebble and threw it from a distance, hitting the big wild boar king accurately on the head.
The big wild boar king shook his body, turned his head angrily, and stared at the hateful human with his small eyes.
Gordon raised his hands and made a provocative gesture that even ants could understand. He laughed and said, "Come on! Let's continue!"
"Hoooooooooo!"
...
From the scorching sun in the sky to the sunset in the west.
The whole afternoon was spent in the constant struggle and pursuit between Gordon and the big wild boar king.
The Big Wild Boar King's condition is getting worse and worse.
The effects of the paralyzing mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms have long since ended, but its situation has not improved. In these five or six hours, it has lost too much blood and has no time to recover its physical strength, let alone enter its mental state. It's always in a state of high tension, and whenever it wants to take a breather, the vicious human appears brandishing a knife.
The injury to his left hind leg was very serious. In order to reduce the burden on his left leg, the Big Wild Boar King kept his left hind leg in the air as much as possible and walked with the other three legs on the ground.
Not only was this slow walking speed, but it was also a further drain on his physical strength, but the Big Wild Boar King had no choice.
If the left leg is not allowed to rest, it may not even be able to use its most usual charge in battle.
As a stalker, Gordon's condition is not much better.
The recovery potion in the water bag has long been exhausted, and there are several new injuries on the body. In order to withstand an impact, the right arm holding the shield has another bone fracture, and every movement is painful.
What worried him the most was the hunter's knife in his hand.
There are more and more cracks, and the sharpening stone cannot restore it to its original sharpness. There is even a crack on the originally smooth blade surface. Maybe it will break completely after the next swing of the knife.
The young hunter with little experience did not know that the culprit of excessive wear and tear on his weapons was actually himself.
Why didn't the instructor mention that it was so easy to quench weapons with poisonous mushrooms? This is because the corrosive juice of poisonous mushrooms can cause irreversible damage to weapons.
Those special weapons with poison are not as simple as applying poison on the blade, but using targeted materials and structural design.
Indeed, the poisonous juice on the blade suppressed the self-healing ability of the Big Boar King to a certain extent, causing it to bleed endlessly. But whether it was a loss or a gain, who could tell before the final result came out?
Now, Gordon once again stood in front of the Big Boar King.
Both have reached their limits, and this may be their last confrontation.
"Come on, let's continue."
The hunter waved to the big wild boar king for the umpteenth time.
"Hooooooooo!"
The Big Wild Boar King, who had been cornered, turned red again.
The "strong general" was so arrogant that he did not want to put the last of his energy into escaping. Miraculously, his left hind leg with almost completely ruptured Achilles tendon was firmly planted on the ground.
A long stream of white steam spurted out from its nostrils, as if a steam engine's release valve had been opened.
The pig's sudden advance began with far more momentum than any before. At this time, even a flying dragon standing in front of it would be severely damaged by this attack.
Gordon, who feels the opponent's determination, will definitely not be like the heroic story described in the picture book - both sides charge at the same time, staggering past, the winner sheathes his sword, and the loser falls.
No matter how brave you are, you should never play hedging with the Big Wild Boar King...
Avoidance is the only option.
Staring directly at the giant wild boar king that was running towards him, Gordon rolled and dodged at the last moment, dodging the charge beautifully just like every time before.
However, this time, the Big Wild Boar King's actions changed.
It actually didn't stop, but instead forcibly changed direction while charging at full speed. Its hill-like body drew an angle of nearly 90 degrees in the forest clearing, and its huge fangs pointed directly at the hunter.
"How can it be!?"
Gordon's expression suddenly changed. He never expected that the Big Wild Boar King would actually hide his hand in the pig cart?
At the critical moment of life and death, he didn't even care about rolling over. He tried his best to fly to the side and fell heavily to the ground.
Even so, the distance he saved was not far enough, and the big 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 about estimating the distance, gritted his teeth and rolled sideways, and it was this gambling-like rolling that miraculously avoided being trampled by the big wild boar king.
Without sparing any effort, the Big Wild Boar King, charging at full speed, hit the trunk of the big tree in front of him, making a roar like an explosion.
"Crack!"
A sound that was clearly different from the breaking of trees reached Gordon's ears.
Gordon stood up in embarrassment and looked up in shock.
The fangs of the big wild boar king are broken!
