Hunting: The Dawning

Chapter 9: The Hunt Is Over, Kokoto Village

Astonishment aside.

Facing the dizzy Great Wild Boar King, Gordon wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip away.

Previously, due to the existence of the huge tusks, it had been extremely difficult for him to attack the vulnerable artery on the neck of the Great Wild Boar King, which was a vital part.

Now, the Great Wild Boar King with one of its huge tusks broken had not only lost a sharp spear for attack but also lost the solid shield that protected its vital parts!

Gordon couldn't care less about reserving strength or maneuvering. The decisive blow was now!

"Haah!"

He shouted and leaped high. With the force of the charge and the jump, he thrust the Hunter's Dagger in his hand with all his might towards the artery on the side of the Great Wild Boar King's neck, which was a crucial point.

The tip of the Hunter's Dagger successfully pierced through the not-so-thick fur and the thin layer of muscle there. But just as it was about to go deeper, about to pierce the artery and insert into the trachea.

The c***k on the blade couldn't withstand the powerful force after all. In Gordon's almost despairing eyes, it shattered completely, just like the tusk of the Great Wild Boar King.

The intense pain and the stimulation of its vital part being attacked made the Great Wild Boar King wake up from its dizzy state. It struggled to get up, and two equally heavy gasps echoed in the forest.

The Great Wild Boar King was already at the end of its rope, but what could a hunter without a weapon do?

Hit it with fists? Bite it with teeth?

That was unrealistic.

Even though it was severely wounded and extremely weakened, the punches and kicks of a human could never break through the defense of the fur and muscles of the Great Wild Boar King to cause effective damage.

"Having come this far, do I have to retreat? Has the hunt failed?"

The chaotic thoughts in Gordon's mind were tangled like a mess. He had never expected such an outcome.

"Never!" He roared.

Humans didn't have sharp teeth and claws, but they forged the claws and teeth of monsters into weapons and turned them into their own strength.

The voice of the instructor seemed to echo in his ears. The young hunter's eyes locked onto the huge tusk that had fallen to one side.

The weapon of the monster, the strength of humans!

A hint of madness flashed in Gordon's eyes. He roared, picked up the huge tusk that was over two meters long and weighed nearly a hundred kilograms with both hands, and lifted it high.

The former glory of the Great Wild Boar King now became the giant sword in the young hunter's hands. With a whistling sound as it cut through the air, it slammed heavily onto the huge head of the Great Wild Boar King, knocking it to the ground.

Again and again.

Amid the dull sound of the collision between flesh and the hard object, the struggle of the Great Wild Boar King became weaker and weaker.

Gordon gritted his teeth, squeezing out every bit of strength from his muscles and within the gaps of his bones, and continued to swing the huge tusk. He was well aware that this was his last bit of strength.

Once the heavy tusk was put down, he would never be able to lift it up again.

This crazy offensive lasted for nearly a minute.

It wasn't until the Great Wild Boar King completely lost its life that Gordon slumped to the ground feebly, as if his spine had been pulled out, panting heavily.

He was in a sorry state, but the smile on his face was brighter than ever before.

Holding the heavy tusk in his arms, he grinned and shouted at the top of his voice:

"Great Wild Boar King, the hunt is successful!"

...

Gordon was lying on his back on the herbivorous dinosaur cart heading back to Kokoto Village, with his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and recalled everything that had happened in the past two days.

The huge tusk was placed beside Gordon as a trophy. In comparison, the four tusks of the ordinary big wild boars looked rather insignificant.

The cart owner, an uncle in his forties, would glance back at that huge tusk from time to time. His eyes looking at Gordon were full of admiration.

This uncle was an old acquaintance of Gordon's. Gordon often hitchhiked on his cart, traveling back and forth between the Schreiter Forest Hills and Kokoto Village.

The cart owner knew that Gordon was only sixteen or seventeen years old and that he was a novice hunter who had just started training two years ago.

A novice hunter who hadn't even reached adulthood had successfully hunted the Great Wild Boar King with the most basic training equipment. This would be news that could cause a bit of a stir even in Minagarde City!

Could it be called hitchhiking when such a person took a ride? Clearly, it was himself who got the benefit of having a bodyguard all the way!

More than a day on the road passed in the blink of an eye.

When Gordon returned to the village with the tusks of the Great Wild Boar King, he instantly set off an uproar in this remote and peaceful small mountain village.

Everyone exclaimed one after another, "Since that hero, a future famous hunter is going to be born in our village!"

Compared to the villagers' astonished exclamations without knowing the details, the reaction of Ernest, whom Gordon called the instructor, could only be described as shocked.

"Did you really hunt the Great Wild Boar King with the Hunter's Dagger?" The instructor's face was full of disbelief. But with that two-meter-long tusk as evidence, he had no choice but to believe it.

For him, who had successfully hunted flying dragon species, the Great Wild Boar King wasn't really a worthy opponent.

Even if he used Gordon's set of equipment and weapons, relying solely on his experience and martial skills, he could have done it easily.

But all of this happening to an apprentice hunter who hadn't yet obtained the official hunter qualification was quite astonishing. Well, okay, he almost forgot that this kid had just passed the assessment and could already be considered a one-star official hunter.

The size of the Great Wild Boar King could be roughly judged from that two-meter-long tusk. Its body length should be around 350 to 400 centimeters, which was above average among the Great Wild Boar Kings.

If this little guy accumulated a few more years of experience, he might really be able to hunt flying dragons before he turned twenty!

Regarding this major event in the village, the reaction of the village chief of the Dragonoid race was rather subtle.

The old man just smiled with his eyes narrowed, kept nodding his head, and kept muttering, "Big wild boar, big wild boar is good, very good, very good~"

Gordon had reason to suspect that the old man was suffering from senile dementia.

Under the instructor's questioning, Gordon reported his hunting experience in detail.

The instructor was truly gratified from the bottom of his heart about Gordon's increasingly mature hunting concept, who used to be a pure martial faction.

This hunting concept, put nicely, was "utilizing all the forces that could be utilized around", and put bluntly, it was "by any means necessary". But often only hunters like this could survive to the end.

Subsequently, the instructor called in a doctor to conduct a comprehensive physical examination on Gordon.

Gordon had quite a number of injuries on his body, and the right arm was the most serious. There was some blood clot in his chest cavity, and his scapula was also dislocated to some extent, with countless contusions, abrasions, and bruises.

It was true that the Potion could quickly heal most of the injuries, but the broken bones and dislocated bones wouldn't reset under the effect of the Potion. Only an experienced doctor could help adjust them.

After resetting Gordon's bones, dressing his wounds, and draining the blood clots, the doctor instructed him to lie in bed and rest quietly for ten to fifteen days to avoid leaving any sequelae.

Besides, foods rich in calcium and collagen, such as bone broth and cartilage, were very beneficial for his recovery. So without hesitation, the instructor asked the aunt next door to take care of Gordon for two days and then went straight to the nearest hunting ground.

Two days later, the instructor came back, and he also brought back a whole cartload of herbivorous dinosaur meat.

During the recovery period, he strictly prohibited Gordon from doing physical training, which made Gordon feel quite uncomfortable. On the other hand, Gordon, whose parents had passed away early, actually quite enjoyed this feeling of being cared for.

Another week passed.

Gordon, who felt that he had completely recovered, was no longer willing to lie in bed all day long. The instructor, who had no way to persuade him, had to make use of this period of time.

To give Gordon "make-up lessons".

Gordon hadn't liked using a wide variety of hunting items before. He trusted the hunter's sword in his hand more, and naturally, he hadn't studied seriously. This time, the instructor made him make up for all of it.

Common items like sonic bombs and flash bombs were needless to say. He was even forced to learn about the extremely rare Thunder Needles.

He didn't know which genius had invented this hunting item that could summon lightning strikes on a rainy day. It was both expensive and unstable, and it was easy to get struck by lightning along with the monsters.

It was estimated that it would soon be eliminated from the market, right?