When the morning sun at the end of the horizon just showed a little bit, Feng Ying got up from the bed.
Taking out the small comb she carried with her and arranging her bangs, Feng Ying yawned and walked out of the tent. She was debating whether to wake Gordon up, but found that the latter was already making breakfast.
"Good morning, Senior Gordon." Feng Ying bowed slightly politely.
Gordon glanced at her, a little surprised in his heart. He thought that a kid at this age would be rebellious and prone to anger and would be in trouble, but now it seems that the situation is not that bad.
"Morning, come and have breakfast." Gordon, who was sitting on a rock, waved to Feng Ying.
Breakfast is a large pot of portable food that is boiled into a thick consistency after adding water. It sounds a bit like pig food, but Feng Ying does not dislike it.
You should be satisfied if you have hot food to eat in the hunting ground.
Looking at Feng Ying, who was sitting obediently on her knees, scooping batter into her mouth with a small spoon, Gordon handed over a few more pieces of food.
"You didn't bring any dry food. You have a big appetite. The supplies in the food box are probably not enough for you. Take it."
"Thank you, thank you." Feng Ying was a little embarrassed. She really forgot to prepare these.
"Before leaving the city stronghold, you must check the equipment, hunting props and supplies again and again, otherwise you will be in trouble." Gordon said word by word.
He was actually a little surprised that he would become such a mother-in-law when raising his juniors. In the past, he always found the instructors and seniors to be very annoying when they lectured.
Now I am living in the most disgusting state of my former self?
Gordon rubbed his chin mockingly.
Both of them had big appetites, and a large pot of jerky batter was completely wiped out in a short time. After Feng Ying took the initiative to put away the tableware, she was called over by Gordon.
"Your armor and weapons should be the novice equipment for hunters in Yanhuo Village, right?"
Although Gordon has never seen this set of equipment, it does not prevent him from roughly judging its grade based on the material and craftsmanship of the equipment.
"Yes." Feng Ying held the sword and small shield behind her in front of her, "Firefire Village Suit and Fire Iron Single Blade II."
Gordon nodded, looked at it carefully a few more times, and commented: "The weapon is at least metal-derived, strong enough, and should be stronger than the hunter's knife used by our novice hunters here.
The armor is a bit subtle. Only the wrist armor is made of metal, and the rest is made of thicker ordinary cloth. Does this thing really have defensive capabilities? "
"But it's light and flexible. It's easy to roll and dodge." Feng Ying quietly defended the equipment in her hometown.
Gordon sighed softly, "Then there is no room for error. I suggest you change a set of armor as soon as possible. The Athlon suit of various series is good. The defensive performance is much improved and it is not bulky. It is more suitable for excessive use in the early stage."
Feng Ying nodded when she heard this and silently remembered Gordon's suggestion.
"It is also a basic skill to investigate the monster ecology and information before starting the hunt. I chose this mission for you, so I will tell you directly that you need to do your own homework in the future."
"Um."
Gordon: "The Big Boar King is very powerful and good at charging. Its well-developed core muscles can even change its direction during a charge. Be sure to pay attention."
In addition, the swing range of the Big Boar King's fangs is very wide, even exceeding 180 degrees, so special care needs to be taken in this regard.
If you want to attack, try to be on the side and behind it. Don’t be too greedy. Remember? "
Feng Ying nodded again.
"Really remember?" Gordon glanced at her suspiciously: "Repeat what I just said."
Feng Ying repeated obediently. Although she couldn't say every word, she understood the basic points.
Gordon's expression became strange. Although the blow to his head last night was a bit hard, the effect was too good, right?
So the only difference between rebelliousness and obedience is a beating?
"One final check of equipment and supplies, ready to go."
Gordon pressed his knees and stood up from the stone, "You will hunt and fight alone for a while. Unless there is a major crisis, I will not take action."
Feng Ying suddenly raised her head, her eyes were not complaining, but full of excitement, "Really?! Everyone in the village has never let me face monsters alone!"
"real."
It turns out that I was overprotected.
After leaving the camp, Feng Ying looked around for traces of the Big Wild Boar King.
Gordon fell far behind, walking slowly, as if he were walking - there were no monsters in the outer area of Shuretson Hill that could pose a threat to him.
Feng Ying's tracking and searching skills were very average, not even qualified. This was the conclusion Gordon came to after observing for a while.
Gordon has a guess about this.
If you want to improve your search skills, there is no shortcut. You can only rely on experience. Feng Ying has an advantage that most hunters don't have - she has a dog.
If he had known Pig Chop long before he became an official hunter, his tracking skills would not have improved to what they are now.
In terms of search and tracking, Ellu and the Fang Hound have an advantage that cannot be remedied by human efforts in a lifetime. Perhaps it is because of this that Feng Ying slacks off in this aspect.
After going around and around for half a day, Feng Ying still found nothing, but Gordon had already found two traces left by the big wild boar king.
Feng Ying had noticed the disturbed soil under a tree root, but thought it was left by an ordinary wild boar. In fact, ordinary wild boars could not dig it this deep.
In another place, there was moss that had been rubbed off the trunk of a giant tree. The mark was about two meters above the ground. Ordinary animals are not that tall. Feng Ying might not have seen it because of her size.
Gordon initially thought about reminding her, but considering that this was Feng Ying's own hunt, he didn't say much.
When the time came to noon, Feng Ying finally found what she thought was the first trace.
It was a huge hoof print next to the stream, clear and conspicuous. If it were ignored again, Gordon would plan to catch up and knock her on the head.
Feng Ying happily ran back to Gordon to tell her the good news, but Gordon curled his lips and was too embarrassed to hit her on the spot.
The two of them ate some food from the stream and replenished their strength before the tracking officially began.
Feng Ying's pace began to speed up, but Gordon still followed easily. He noticed that Feng Ying had a flexible body and liked to jump between tree roots, but her pace was very steady.
This is a very important point for a swordsman. Whether it is a nimble and agile swordsman or a calm and steady gun user, footwork is very important.
It seems that the little girl has a perfect foundation in this area. She must have been taught by a famous teacher one-on-one.
Once you have the first trace, it will be much easier to find the next traces.
Hoof prints, feces, chewed mushroom bits, rocks that scratch and leave hair behind
The location of the Big Wild Boar King is becoming increasingly clear.
Finally, in a gentle woodland covered with tall spruce trees, Feng Ying discovered the huge figure with gnarled muscles.
Known as a nightmare by countless novice hunters, he walks through the forest with his head held high, his steps heavy but calm.
"Wow, he's so big!" Feng Ying exclaimed in a low voice, "It's so majestic!"
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