Chapter 284 The Percentage Mark

A few seconds later, when the Razorboar got rid of the shock caused by the "Colorful Jet", he had been hit by three axes and two shots.

The monster's eyes were blasted by bullets, and its head was almost split in half by the giant axe.

Injured like this, Razorboar still refused to fall, howled and launched a final charge, forcing Dick to throw away the giant axe, hold the shield in both hands to block the dying beast's counterattack, and was knocked almost to the ground again.

Joan made up a "greasy" in time, trapping the razor boar in the mud again, preventing it from chasing and killing Dick.

The Razor Boar managed to take two steps forward, fell down in the sludge pit, exhausted from all strength, and groaned in despair.

Roger pulled the trigger, and the sound of the shot interrupted Razorboar's last struggle.

The huge and ferocious head was hanging limply in the mud pit, and a pair of fangs were stained red with its own blood, bathing in the fiery red morning light, it looked even more miserable.

Joan, Thomas, Dick, and Roger approached the Razorboar cautiously, and stood silently in front of the huge corpse, the panic in their hearts could not be subsided for a long time.

"This guy is so powerful, no wonder it's worth 10 hunting points." Dick said with lingering fear.

"Ted Carter and the others were probably killed by this razor boar, and we can take revenge for them." Roger said with a wry smile.

Joan remembered the suspicious points found on Henry just now, and did not fully agree with Roger's guess.

In addition to Razorboar, there may be other people involved in the murder of Ted Carter and others.

However, based on the existing clues, he was still unable to determine the identity of the murderer behind the scenes, so he hid his worries in his heart and used the "Mage Hand" remote control dagger to cut off the razor boar's tail.

When Thomas saw Joan cutting the pig's tail, the Razor Boar still didn't respond. He was convinced that the monster had died, so he bravely walked up to the corpse and took a picture of the "Secret Mark".

Although the hunting process was full of dangers, fortunately, the result was perfect.

Successfully killed the razor boar and obtained 10 hunting points. The four members of the team, including the hound, were unharmed. It is really fortunate.

Everyone didn't want to stop at the place where Ted Carter and others died tragically, and set out on the road again after a short rest.

For the next itinerary, Thomas is still leading the way with the "Navigation Mirror".

It took the hunting party three hours to climb over the bushy slopes and follow the mountain stream into a silent gorge.

There are many trees on both sides of the mountain stream, inhabiting many small animals such as beavers, otters, and hares. The abundant prey attracts large groups of wild boars to wander in the canyon for food.

Joan's intrusion broke the local ecological balance, replacing the wild boars as the top of the food chain.

From noon to dusk, Joan and his party encountered four waves of wild boars in the canyon, and most of them were successfully hunted down by them.

When the sun was about to set, the gunfire in the canyon finally subsided.

Joan and the others set up a campfire by the stream to roast fresh pork to soothe their hungry stomachs.

The four hard-working hounds also had a full meal of wild pork, and their bellies were full, and they lay down in the shade of a tree to enjoy the cool leisurely.

After dinner, Joan counted today's hunting results and told his companions:

"Today we hunted a total of 26 wild boars, including 1 razor boar, 5 ferocious wild boars, and 20 common wild boars. The converted total is 55 points. Adding the hunting points we obtained yesterday and the day before yesterday, we have accumulated 93 points so far. .”

"It's only the third day of the hunting contest, and our hunting points are already close to the 100 mark. Congratulations, guys! Come on, let's have a toast!"

Thomas raised the aluminum flask full of rum and took a big gulp, then handed the jug to Joanne.

Joan took a symbolic sip, then passed the jug to Roger, and finally Dick drank the remaining wine in the jug in one gulp.

"Today is July 5th, and there are still two days left in the hunting conference. If we can still get more than 100 points in the next two days, and finally the total hunting score exceeds 200 points, we will basically get the medal."

Roger stretched thoughtfully.

"Yes, judging from the rankings of the final results of previous hunting competitions, 200 points is a threshold. After crossing this threshold, you can't say gold and silver medals, and you can't escape a bronze medal."

Thomas put his hands behind his head, lay on the grass, raised his legs, and looked at the sunset glow in the sky happily, his eyes full of longing.

"We actually don't have two days left."

Joan had to pour some cold water on his overly optimistic companions.

"Don't forget, the deadline for the competition is at sunset on July 7th. We must return to the pier before then. For this reason, we need to set aside a day to go back."

"In other words, after tomorrow we will have to turn around and turn back. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find time to hunt wild boars on the way back."

Thomas sat up straight, scratching his head dejectedly.

"Thinking about it, it really is like this. It seems that I was too happy..."

Joan noticed that there was no smile on the faces of the Tyndall brothers, and the atmosphere in the camp turned sharply down and became a little depressed. He couldn't help secretly regretting the "cold water" he just poured.

Knowing earlier would spoil everyone's fun, so it's better to wait until tomorrow night.

Just as he blamed himself, the snoozing hound wagging its tail under the tree suddenly jumped up, turned its head to look at the exit of the canyon, and kept sniffing.

The other three hounds also seemed to have noticed the abnormal aura, and turned their heads to look at Taniguchi one after another, howling endlessly.

"What's going on over there, there seems to be movement..."

"The dogs should have found a wild boar, do you want to go and have a look?"

"It's getting dark, let's forget it..."

"Just now you said that time is running out, and you can kill a few more pigs now, so that you can relax in the next two days!"

Joan saw Thomas and Tyndall brothers showing eagerness to try, so he had to get up and follow the hounds to explore the depths of the canyon, hoping to catch the prey before the sun went down.

The four of them walked quickly, led by the hounds, and followed the winding stream into the depths of the valley, and the terrain suddenly opened up in front of them.

Joan looked over the low bushes, and could vaguely see a hunting team confronting four wild boars across a gurgling stream.

The three wild boars howled strangely, and the four hounds on the opposite side squatted at their master's feet and roared back without showing any weakness.

Qiao An was two hundred yards away, and he could feel the tense atmosphere on both sides.

At this time, the last ray of sunset in the sky was blocked by the cliffs on both sides of the mountain stream, and the light in the depths of the valley was dim. Joan and the others could not see the hunters and wild boars in the distance clearly.

The four of them groped in the dark and ran forward for a certain distance. Joan took out the glowing moss and cast a spell to create a ball of magic light that looked like a lantern.

With the help of magic lighting, Joan carefully observed the four wild boars in front of him, and couldn't help but gasp.