Chapter 284: Percentile mark

After a few seconds, when the Razor Boar got rid of the shock caused by the "Colorful Jet", he was already hit with three axes and two shots.
The monster's eyes were exploded with bullets, and his head was almost split in half by a giant axe.
In this way, the Razor Boar refused to fall down, howling to launch the last collision, forcing Dick to throw away the giant axe, holding the shield with both hands to block the dying counterattack of the fierce beast, and was nearly knocked down.
Joan made up a "greasy technique" in time, trapped the razor boar into the mud again, preventing it from chasing Dick.
The Razor Boar barely ran out of two steps, fell over and fell in a sludge pit, letting off his body and groaning in despair.
Roger pulled the trigger and the gunshot interrupted Razor Boar's final struggle.
A huge, grisly head hung softly in the mud pit, a pair of fangs stained with red by its own blood, and the fiery morning sun bathed was more terrible.
Joan, Thomas, Dick, and Roger carefully approached the Razor Boar, standing silently in front of this huge corpse, and the terrified heart couldn't calm down for a long time.
"This guy is so powerful, no wonder it's worth 10 hunting points." Dick said with fear.
"Ted Carter, they were probably killed by this razor wild boar, and we are also revenge for them." Roger said with a bitter smile.
Joan remembered the doubts he had just found in Henry and didn't fully agree with Roger's guess.
In addition to the razor boar, I am afraid there are others involved in the murder of Ted Carter and others.
However, based on the existing clues, he could not judge the identity of the murderer behind the scenes, so he concealed his worries in his heart and cast a "remote hand" remote control dagger to cut off the tail of the razor boar.
When Thomas saw Joan cutting the pig's tail, the Razor Boar still didn't react. He was sure that the monster had died, so he walked boldly to the corpse and took the "Secret Mark".
Although the hunting process is dangerous, the result is perfect.
Successfully killed the Razor Boar and obtained 10 hunting points. The four of the team even had the hounds intact, which is indeed a blessing.
Everyone didn't want to spend more time in the places where Ted Carter and others died. After a short rest, they went on the road again.
In the next trip, Thomas still led the way with a "navigation mirror".
The hunting squad spent three hours, over the bushy hillside, and followed the mountain stream into a quiet canyon.
Overgrown with trees on both sides of the mountain stream, there are many small animals such as beavers, otters, and hares. The rich prey attracts a large group of wild boars to wander in the canyon for food.
Joan's intrusion breaks the local ecological balance and replaces the wild boar family as being at 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 by them.
When the sun was setting, the gunshots in the canyon finally subsided.
Joan They raised a campfire beside the stream and roasted fresh pork to soothe the hungry intestines.
The four hard-working hounds are also full of wild boar, and their belly is rounded, lying in the shade of the trees and relaxing.
After dinner, Joan counted today's hunting results and told his companions:
"Today we have hunted a total of 26 wild boars, including 1 razor wild boar, 5 ferocious wild boars, plus 20 ordinary wild boars, converted to a total of 55 points, plus the hunting points we obtained yesterday and the day before yesterday, accumulated 93 points so far ."
"It's only the third day that the hunting competition is going on. Our hunting points are close to the 100 mark. Good luck, guys! Come on, everyone has a drink!"
Thomas raised an aluminum flat jug filled with rum and raised his head to take a big sip, then handed the jug to Joan.
Joan took a symbolic sip and passed the jug to Roger. Finally, Dick drank the remaining wine in the jug.
"Today is July 5th, and there are only the last two days left in the hunting conference. If we can get more than 100 points in the next two days, and finally the total hunting score exceeds 200 points, the medal is basically handed over."
Roger thought about stretching his waist.
"Yeah, judging from the rankings of the final results of the previous hunting competitions, 200 points is a threshold. After crossing this threshold, the gold and silver medals dare not say that a bronze medal can't run away."
Thomas put his hands behind his head and lay on the grass, tilting Erlang's legs, looking at the glow of sunset in the sky, his eyes full of longing.
"In fact, we don't have two days."
Joan had to splash cold water on his overly optimistic companions.
"Don’t forget, the deadline for the competition is at sunset on July 7. We must return to the pier before this time, so we need to reserve a day to go back."
"In other words, we will make a U-turn after tomorrow, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to spare time on the way back to take care of the wild boar hunting."
Thomas stood up and scratched his head in frustration.
"If you think about it, this is really the case. It seems that I was too happy..."
Joan noticed that the Dingdall brothers didn't even have a smile on their faces either. The atmosphere in the camp turned sharply and became a bit depressed. He couldn't help regretting the pot of "cold water" he just poured.
If we knew it would disappoint everyone, we might as well wait until tomorrow evening.
Just when he blamed himself, the hound with a wagging tail under the shade suddenly jumped up, turned his head to look at the canyon exit, and sniffed constantly.
The other three hounds also seemed to have found an abnormal breath, and turned their heads to look at the valley mouth one after another, and roared endlessly.
"What's going on there, there seems to be movement..."
"The dogs should have discovered the wild boar. Should we go over and see?"
"It's getting dark, forget it..."
"Just now you said that the time is tight. While playing a few more pigs now, it will be easier in the next two days!"
Seeing that both Thomas and Dindal’s brothers were eager to try, Joan had to stand up and follow the hounds to explore deep into the canyon, hoping to get his prey before the sun sets.
Under the leadership of the hounds, the four people walked quickly, followed the winding stream into the depths of the valley, and the terrain in front was suddenly wide.
Joan's eyes crossed the low shrubs, and a hunting team was vaguely confronting the four wild boars across a gurgling stream.
The three wild boars groaned strangely, and the four hounds on the opposite side squatted beside the owner's feet and roared without any weakness.
Qiao An is more than two hundred yards away, and he can feel the tense atmosphere on both sides.
At this time, the last rays of the setting sun on the horizon were blocked by the cliffs on both sides of the mountain stream. The light in the deep valley was dim, and Joan they could not see the hunters and wild boars in the distance.
The four of them touched the black and ran forward some distance. Joan took the time to take out the glowing moss and cast a magic light ball like a lantern.
With the help of magic lighting, Joan carefully observed the four wild boars in front of him, and could not help but take a breath.
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