Seeing that Gordon's attack failed, the two strange-faced clans immediately looked gloating and danced around him.
Such a strange scene made Hayata's eyes widen. Are these two strange-faced tribesmen... dancing?
Seeing through the disciple's confusion, Yamos smiled and explained: "They are not dancing, but using this to distract the opponent's attention and prepare to launch a surprise attack.
The Strange Faces have very high IQs. They can see that Gordon is a 'hunter', not a prey that lacks the means to resist, so they behave more cautiously and use tactics. "
"Then Brother Gordon...?"
"Don't worry and keep watching. If Gordon can't even deal with these little things, it's impossible for him to be promoted to two stars at such a young age."
Gordon was indeed calm, he was luring these little monsters.
A sword has been struck on the ground and cannot be pulled out, and you are helpless? He wouldn't do such a stupid thing now.
Sure enough, the Qimian clan took the bait.
On his left side, the strange-faced tribe holding an animal thigh bone as a war hammer suddenly jumped forward. Seeing Gordon looking at it, he immediately jumped back and retreated.
At the same time, the strange-faced tribesman on his right, holding a rusty metal dagger, took advantage of his companion to attract the hunter's attention, jumped up, screamed strangely, waved the rusty iron sword in his hand, and slashed at Gordon's head. Chest and neck vitals.
The corners of Gordon's mouth curled up.
With a slight flick of his toe, the explosive knife, which had not been deeply embedded in the ground, was immediately released. Following the inertia of lifting the sword, Gordon took a step back and continued to lift it while flipping the direction of the blade.
Go up and chop!
The strange-faced tribe jumping in mid-air could not avoid it. The sharp hook blade of the explosive knife penetrated its chest. The withered body twitched twice and then stopped moving, turning into a corpse hanging on the blade of the explosive knife. .
The sudden death of his companion seemed to stimulate the strange-faced tribe holding the bone stick. It screamed strangely and rushed forward again.
Gordon swung his sword, shook off the strange-faced corpse hanging on the blade, and faced it.
The diminutive Qimian Clan was very nimble in its movements. Facing the huge sword with astonishing power but unsatisfactory flexibility, it successfully dodged one after another.
Gordon was not impatient and continued to follow the inertia and swing his sword steadily. Finally, on the fifth swing, he successfully caught a flaw in the Strange Face Clan and killed it easily.
After looking at the two corpses on the ground, Gordon told Pork Chops to be alert, squatted down, and started stripping them.
The process of peeling off the Strange Face Tribe is very simple. Perhaps it shouldn’t be called “peeling” but should be called “body search”. After all, no one needs the materials of the Strange Face Tribe itself.
The skin of the Strange Face Clan, the teeth of the Strange Face Clan, etc., all sound weird, right?
Therefore, Gordon's attention was completely focused on the two simple small animal skin packages. These were the Qimian tribe's luggage. No one knew what was inside, it was like a lottery.
It is said that someone touched a precious material called "Dragon Jade" from it, but he only touched ungnawed bones and so on...
This time is no exception.
Throwing the two animal skin bags filled with messy garbage aside with a look of dismay, Gordon patted his legs and stood up.
At the same time, Yamos also led the pale Hayata to his side.
The corpse that was torn apart by the blasting knife would not be very complete, and the appearance would naturally not be very good-looking, but this was exactly what Yamos hoped that Hayata could get used to it.
In fact, Hayata had seen a similar scene more than a month ago, but the joy of being rescued at that time diluted the shock of the bloody scene, so he didn't think too much about it.
Unlike now, she felt like she was going to vomit.
Gordon couldn't help but grin when he noticed the girl's expression. Of course he had experienced this too.
Back then, what instructor Ernest used as a "teaching material" was the carcass of a large wild boar. The head of that poor wild boar was shattered to pieces under the bombardment of the instructor's giant hammer.
He also vomited all over the floor.
That night, when the instructor roasted a large piece of wild boar meat for him, he vomited again.
After doing this a few times, he no longer feels nauseated by these things. Is Mr. Yamos thinking the same way?
Looking at Hayata covering her mouth with both hands, her face turning from white to blue but still trying not to vomit, Gordon guessed:
Maybe next, Mr. Yamos will implement this stimulating therapy and let Hayata do an autopsy or something?
However, in fact, it was not the case. Yamos thought that he was not severe enough. Seeing that Hayata was approaching her limit, he asked her to rest while he came to Gordon.
Gordon, who was somewhat gloating about his misfortune, quickly calmed down his expression.
"Gordon, please take care of Hayata for me for a while, and leave the next wave of strange-faced tribe to me."
Yamos's tone was rather plain, but the content of his words excited Gordon.
"Users of great swords value 'power', but this does not mean that they will ignore 'skills'. Your method of dealing with small monsters like the Strange Face Clan is too crude. I will demonstrate it to you later."
"yes!"
Gordon didn't mind the other party's negative comments about him, and his eyes shone with anticipation.
It is true that Yamos is not a great sword user, but his vision and experience as a high-level hunter determine that even if he switches to a great sword that he is not used to, his technical level will be much higher than his current self.
Who can refuse targeted advice from a high-ranking hunter?
As for looking after the disciple for the other party, it's not even a matter. It's okay to carry her on her back. Anyway, the armor is not as heavy as my own explosive knife...
It stands to reason that the bloody smell of corpses would attract nearby monsters, but due to the presence of Yamos, Gordon and the others were not worried.
After resting on the spot for a few minutes, and after Hayata's complexion improved slightly, the team set off again.
Only this time, it was Yamos who walked in the front, while Gordon and Pig Chop "sandwiched" Hayata up one after another, protecting them in the middle.
Yamos' pace was not very fast, and he obviously slowed down intentionally. Gordon, who fell a few meters behind, devoted some of his energy to observing the former's pace.
After a moment, he couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Yamos is indeed a top-level hunter, he is really awesome."
Along with his physical condition, Hayata's curiosity gradually returned to normal.
She also followed Gordon's example, staring at Yamos's back non-stop, and did not forget to ask: "What's so amazing? Is it because Teacher Yamos' footsteps are so 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 scratch the body and make a sound are avoided one by one. I can't do this. Such a degree." Gordon admired sincerely.
Hayata couldn't help but feel an additional layer of admiration and expectation in her eyes when she looked at her teacher Yamos.
However, at this moment, Yamos suddenly stopped. He raised his right fist and made a "police circle" gesture. The pork chop at the end of the team also twitched his nose from side to side, as if he smelled something.
"The second batch is here, the movement is quite mixed, the number should be more than three." Yamos said softly, and at the same time slowly pulled out the White Saru Nagi [Goku] behind him.
As the ice blue sword blade slid out of the scabbard little by little, Gordon felt that the temperature around him seemed to have dropped a bit.
"Watch my moves."
With a low shout, Yamosi staggered his steps and faced the five figures that emerged from the shadows of the dense forest.
