Above The Sky

"This is... a re-enactment of that great storm?"

——That happened just when he was born. It destroyed all the guards of Harrison Port eight years ago, destroyed the port city wall, and blew half of the ancestral altar of Elephant Bone Mountain, so that the indigenous people and the imperial people have not recovered their vitality. storm?

Ian suppressed his fast beating heart. He held his breath to observe the direction of the sea beast, and then calmed down in his heart: "It's okay."

In recent years, breakwaters have been built on both sides of Harrison Harbor. Ordinary fish and sea beasts cannot cross at all, and they cannot threaten the harbor. It seems that the lessons of the past have been learned.

And sea beasts are not stupid. Human fishing boats and large ships are equivalent to terrifying beasts to them. Therefore, there are very few sea beasts that directly impact the port and dock, and even the predators in the fish school do not have time to prey on them. The prey at your fingertips is just wandering in the shallow sea, shivering.

And, strange to say, there were fewer surprises this time around, at least not as much as Ian remembered, the salmon tide that migrated to the Ewok River in March and April.

Right now, it's very dangerous.

Looking at the storm in the distance, Ian knew it well.

Although I don't know the reason, the terrifying heat that can boil the entire sea area may originate from the 'relic labyrinth' called by Teacher Hilliard.

Its power is so vast that even the storm caused by the residual power is far superior to the sixteenth-level gale, not to mention the vertical and horizontal lightning in it, which is even more dangerous and makes people tremble.

but.

but……

In this city that is about to usher in storms, thunder and showers, Ian feels his heart beating fast.

Not just fear, not just nervousness...

More, but excited.

and a sincere yearning.

- Ian likes the view.

He held his breath, staring at the roaring gale in the distance, staring at the golden-red fiery spot on the seabed, greedily taking in all the lightning and cloud pillars in the clouds, his heart beating fiercely.

——A rare sight, a dangerous situation that an ordinary person never encounters once in his life... He likes this kind of thing.

Ian will be fascinated by the deadly beauty when he sees a volcanic eruption, sigh with emotion at the majestic power when he sees a typhoon taking shape, and clench his fists excitedly when he sees the eruption of the sun's hot corona in space.

He is not a fan of natural disasters, but is just curious about all the natural movements and scenes that are hard to see on earth.

He is eager to witness those 'incredible' 'views that are rarely seen by ordinary people'.

Therefore, he has always been yearning for the starry sky, yearning for everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen in the endless stars in the universe.

"...But sure enough, life is still important."

Shaking his head, Ian is not stupid, he exhaled: "It's time to go home."

Hobbies are hobbies. How can we continue to witness the future and wonders when we die? He was just lost for a while, and it belonged to the immature part of his personality: "Fortunately, I was prepared."

"I have to go home and put my brother in place."

For the past two months, Hilliard has been strengthening the house and setting up shelters, and Ian has also helped a lot.

Although the storm in the distant sea looks terrifying, in fact, the main body will not come directly to Port Harrison - after all, it is next to the Baisen Mountains. The direction of the storm should be along the mountain range, continue to move towards the southwest, and brush past the Sighing at the cliff, then rushing towards the Wandering Sea.

This is also the reason why the Wandering Sea is called Wandering Sea, because that is where most of the typhoons in the southwest waters end up, the land where the sky and the earth blow, and once the ordinary ships enter, they will never want to return. The Great Storm is no exception.

But even so, even the aftermath of a big storm is enough to shake houses and blow people and animals away.

Both Port Harrison and the Sequoia natives must withstand the impact, and the battle between the two sides must come to an end, anticlimactic.

"After the storm, there should be a lot of peace. It just so happens that many monsters will also be injured. Then it's my time to hunt."

With this thought in mind, Ian no longer stayed, but ran towards the house like other passers-by.

However, in the process of running, there was a little doubt in his heart.

"No." Ian murmured to himself: "Whether it's the natives or the Viscount Grant, they must have already known that the big storm is coming, at most they just don't know the exact time - but they still decided to start the war, and it seems that they have never considered disaster prevention in advance. ."

"Viscount Grant and Elder Pude are on the front line now, and the main force of the natives is also confronting them. It just so happens that because of the storm, it is difficult for them to quickly return to help, and the current defense of Harrison Port is extremely empty!"

"If the natives had been prepared long ago..."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ian opened the vision of precognition.

It seems as if the boiling sea fog in the distance has been close to the port, and a thin layer of rain and fog pervades the solid rock houses and streets of Harrison Harbor. The rain cannot wash it away, and the strong wind can only blow it slightly. The white rain and fog is a vision manifested by the psionic field under the violent changes, representing the wrath of nature and the omen of natural disasters.

But now, all visions are dissipated in the mist rising before Ian's eyes.

Abandoning all features, the vision horizon, which is only characterized by color and fog, can see the good, bad, and future of all things.

In an instant, Harrison Harbor in the rainstorm turned into a gray cloud mass, and in the direction close to Ian, several scarlet mist clusters were moving fast.

There was even one that was rapidly approaching in his direction!

"Aboriginal. Towards me? No, just by the way."

Because the mist on the other side was too familiar, Ian, who had dealt with the natives several times, could easily identify the identity of those scarlet mists.

He subconsciously felt that the other party might be coming at him again, but after careful consideration, he immediately ruled out this possibility.

Harrison Harbor is essentially a fortress military port in the frontier area. In front of where he is now, there is a tower where the city guards are stationed on weekdays, and two to four city guards with crossbow are stationed on a daily basis.

Obviously, this time the natives invaded the city well prepared, just like Harrison Harbor had a lineman among the natives, the natives must also have insiders like his cheap uncle in the port, they are very aware of the orientation of these towers. and specific details, so the elites were dispatched as soon as possible, intending to unplug those hard ideas.

"If you have a heart, you have to stop him."

Ian quickly made a decision. The indigenous invasion plan was very complete. The defenders of Harrison Harbor were unprepared and would suffer heavy losses in the storm. Without the suppression of the tower, no matter what the follow-up plan of the indigenous people was, it would definitely go very smoothly.

What's more, the tower was responsible for the defense around his house, and helping others was helping himself.

But he still doesn't know much about the world of Terra.

The scarlet fog was flying in the storm. They obviously used some method to ignore the resistance caused by the wind. These elite hunters rushed towards the towers scattered on the inside of the port at the fastest speed.

Their purpose is to destroy Port Harrison's internal defenses at all costs, if only temporarily.

And in the middle, they don't mind killing people casually.

呲——呲呲!

A rapid whistle sounded, some were bowstring vibrations, some were blowing arrows stabs, and some might be flying knives and flying stones.

But no matter what, the Harrison Harbor people in the direction of these elite hunters fell like straw.

With screams and blood splashes, only a small black shadow could be seen jumping and moving between the gaps and the top floor of the building, harvesting life.

The elite hunter who was heading towards the tower along the east coast of the port put down the blow dart in his hand, and passed by the imperial man who fell to his side, screaming and touching the back of his head, but his body was gradually hardened by toxins.

He feels like he's in good shape and hasn't missed a single shot so far.

The Blessing of the Wind Spirit bestowed by the great shaman can ignore the influence of all external winds. Although it can only last for less than an hour, it is enough to complete the task and severely attack this group of arrogant and hateful outsiders.

He was about to reach his destination, but when he passed an intersection, the hunter found that there was a child of the White People shivering in the corner of the road. Was it because the storm had no time to go home and could not find a place to take refuge?

He never thinks so much, the hunter's instinct allows him to lift the dart at the most skillful and quick speed, predicting the wind.

Then, blow the stinger at the child.