Above The Sky

On the side of the Baisen Mountains by the sea, countless towering giant redwoods seem to be soaring into the clouds in time and space.

These giant trees with an average height of more than 100 meters and incredible toughness are natural battleship keels, and the giant sequoia trees with an age of more than 150 years can be equivalent to sublimation spiritual plants, hundreds of thousands of sequoias, whether they are magical or not. The network formed by the interconnected giant trees can even form a natural psychic field, with a hazy tree group consciousness.

In the past, when the Empire Southern Development Group arrived in the South China Sea Sequoia Forest, they were overjoyed and believed that they had found an excellent natural warship base and built the predecessor of Harrison Harbor.

Whether it is a vast sea of ​​redwood forests, or a deep-water port with a perfect location along the river and the sea, all are needed by a large coastal city. At that time, the imperial pioneering group believed that they would build it in the remote Nanling. Build a great port and build this place into the largest commercial city in the southern province, and the frontier of human beings will continue to advance to the unknown South China Sea because of their exploration.

Not only that, the Bison Mountains, which have never been reclaimed, are wild and primitive, but they also bury unimaginable treasures. Sublimation plants are born, and under the roots of some large tree sea communities that have been rooted for thousands of years, solidified high-purity element crystals, or even source gems, may have already condensed.

Here, there are fruits that can cure all diseases, tree sap that can live and die, sublimated mineral veins buried under the earth, the bones of magical beasts that are more precious than gold in the deep nest, and the land that can be called fertile...

This is the perfect place for pioneers looking to build a new home.

But they missed an extremely important point.

That is the indigenous people who have settled in the redwood forest for generations.

Those who worship the consciousness of the tree group, worship the powerful native monsters and aliens, and settle in the lush redwood forests of more than one hundred hostile cannibal indigenous tribes.

Although primitive, the indigenous people have primitive power and superb hunting skills, and there are also sublime ones called shamans. They have the ability to mobilize the local psionic field, cooperate with and even control the battle of beasts.

Next, what happened was war.

The battles and slaughter between the natives and the imperial pioneering group have not completely ended to this day. Several of the most hostile tribes around Port Harrison have been wiped out. Decomposed into materials for reuse, and most of the other indigenous tribes that still exist are relatively mild and willing to trade with the imperial people.

But in contrast, the imperial people cannot enter their 'Holy Land' at will and recognize their autonomy, otherwise, the empire may not lose, but Harrison Port is destined to be destroyed.

Therefore, now, the two sides have obvious territorial divisions, and each has no more than one step.

In the evening, on the west bank of Port Harrison, on the banks of the Ewok River, a group of redwood natives gathered among the deep and dense foliage and bushes of the jungle.

There were fifteen of them, and most of them looked indifferent, as if they were waiting for something. And all the indigenous faces and bare skin have weird lines, long or short, which allow them to better hide in the jungle, and the ancient blessings contained in them can also bring them more or less. the power of.

"Achettu shaman, and three hunters are dead."

Soon after, taking advantage of the gradually fading night, a hunter with the same tattoo appeared quietly from the shadows in the direction of Harrison Harbor. He communicated with other companions with simple words and gestures: "The Imperials did not respond, and we No one who negotiated has yet explained it."

There are no superfluous embellishments, and no one has any intense emotional expression. The native language is very simple, but the anger and fear contained in the tone are contagious to the faces of all the hunters along with the expressions of the talking hunters.

"The sacrificial ceremony will begin tomorrow... Without enough pure offerings, we cannot get the blessing of the great shaman!"

A hunter couldn't help but speak, with panic and anger: "Achettu is one of the few shamans in our tribe. He died, we..."

Fear stems from the inability to fulfill the demands of the great shaman, and anger is directed at the Imperials.

Their tribe is a rare 'moderate faction' who is willing to exchange their needs with the imperial people in the form of transactions. Even if they really need sacrifices, they will not be like other 'brutal' tribes. Go raid villages to hunt for offerings, but try to trade resources and coins instead.

In their opinion, this time, there is no doubt that the Orsenna, who had already negotiated with them, had a problem. The guy said yes, and gave them his two nephews for thirty thalers. Repented, called the Imperial Guard and killed their shaman and a few good hunters.

What? Orsenna broke out and killed Achetto Shaman and his party?

What a joke! It's not like they haven't seen Orsenna, a scumbag who sucks black mushrooms, and any hunter present is confident that he can take his life in one breath!

"Imperial people must pay the price with their lives."

In the dim shadow, a hoarse and low voice sounded.

And when this voice sounded, all the other natives who were angrily denounced and cursed quieted down.

A tall hunter wearing a crown of scales slowly stood up from the shadows - unlike his compatriots who were mostly only one meter three, one meter four, and at most one meter five, this indigenous warrior was impressively tall. An amazing two meters!

He was all muscular and he was just standing, looking down at everyone.

The Crowned Hunter is obviously the leader of this team, he said slowly: "I have prepared other things for the ceremony, at most I can't amaze the great shaman, so as not to delay dissatisfaction. On the side of the empire, let the gull pigeon send a letter and tell them. Lord, hand over the murderer, or wait for the blood to be returned."

"The murderer who killed Achetto must return blood for blood."

It can be seen that there are also vertical and horizontal lines on the body of the scale-crowned hunter. In addition, it is also covered with a layer of dense light gray scales, like armor. The lines are the source and spread to every corner of the body.

Looking around at all the hunters present, he said calmly: "Also, we have already spent money to buy sacrifices. Orsenna and his nephew are our property. They intend to deny it, but it is meaningless."

"Find them. Kill them. Sacrifice them."

The Scales and Crown Hunter gave such an order, and all the other hunters bowed their heads silently, expressing their obedience to his order.

Under the fading sunlight, a dozen shadows disappeared between the dense aerial roots and interlaced branches and leaves, silently.

Some of them went in the direction of Port Harrison.

And at the time of the aboriginal change.

Pude, the elder of the white people, followed by several followers, was hurriedly walking towards the center of Harrison Harbor, a luxurious and magnificent building.

It was theoretically the residence of the highest local officer, Viscount Grant, a nobleman of the empire.