Above The Sky

At the end of the horizon, pure white plumes of smoke shot into the sky.

The rain cloud turned upside down like a mountain, covered the sky, and spread out in all directions.

Dark purple lightning flooded between the clouds and mountains, and the golden-red light rolled in the depths of the waves. The two colors interlaced in mid-air, making the great storm that had already formed in the distance like a carrier of flames and thunder. lower.

In the city in front of him, the dark explosion smoke dissipated with the gust of wind, so that even Ian, who was located on the coastal street in the east of the city, could smell a little gunpowder.

"...It seems that the real target is over there."

After a brief surprise, Ian quickly calmed down.

The target of the natives is the Viscount Mansion, which is not difficult to understand. Whether they want to damage Viscount Grant's prestige, lose his face, or snatch treasures and resources, it is all normal.

After all, Viscount Mansion is the only place where Ian can see the purple mist in Port Harrison!

However, the defense of the Viscount Mansion is also very strict. When he and Elder Pude went, he had roughly written down the structure. Although it looked like an ordinary aristocratic mansion, it was actually very suitable for guarding, and the materials were very solid.

Even if Viscount Grant himself is still leading the team on the front line, it is very difficult for the natives to capture the mansion.

Don't look at the terrifying explosion that looked before. In fact, at most a section of the outer wall was collapsed. It was impossible to destroy the small castle that was entirely made of whole stone.

"Indigenous resolve needs to be reassessed."

Shaking his head, Ian noticed that the wind around him was stronger, and there were already wheelbarrows rolling on the street, and all kinds of jumbled stones and wood fragments flew in the air.

Although the great storm has turned south, its aftermath is about to sweep across Port Harrison.

"Go home first." He decided.

the same moment.

"They started."

Port Harrison, northeast of the city.

This is where Orsenna and Ian used to live, and it's an area that hasn't been fully repaired since the storm ravaged eight years ago. On both sides of the street today, in addition to the ruins created by the previous storm, there is another fire ruin.

In a dilapidated building that seemed to be half damaged, but in fact its internal structure had been reinforced, the red-haired mercenary leader put down the tattered corpse of the native hunter in his hand.

He lightly said to the subordinates who were fully armed and wearing light armor on both sides: "Just like the news we heard before, this group of natives will attack the Viscount Mansion when the big storm comes."

The mercenary leader Lubeck has dark skin and a morbidly thin body, but his green eyes always give people a fierce and indifferent emotionless look, and his strength and behavior are in line with everyone's stereotypes about him. Impression - This is an extremely dangerous and bloodthirsty man.

The blood dripping from his hands and the corpse of the elite hunter with no intact body is a proof.

But for these subordinates who have been bloodbathed for many years, Lubeck's tone is still quite calm: "Today is a rare opportunity, you go to the Viscount Mansion to help the master guard his garden, don't follow me."

"As long as you block these Sequoias, Master Grant will give you enough rewards to make you rich enough to settle down in Port Harrison."

Fully armed, the mercenaries who knew about the indigenous raid a few days ago looked at each other, and one of them couldn't help but said, "Boss, how about you?"

"where did you go?"

The red-haired mercenary did not immediately answer the subordinate's question. He stared at the storm in the distant sea and the black smoke that was dissipating in the center of the city.

After a while, he calmly said, "It has nothing to do with you."

With green eyes staring at the dim street in the wind and rain, the man whispered to himself, "The next thing is personal grudges."

"That fellow Grant, what good thing do you have in your hand?"

In the city center, the Chamber of Commerce Center is only a few streets away from the Viscount Palace.

The chairman of the chamber of commerce, Yimur, stood sideways by the window, with only half of his head exposed, carefully observing the movements outside: "The entire Great Redwood Forest has come out in full force - to draw a wind totem, you need a cup of wing-tailed monkeys. Blood, draw dozens of pieces at a time in a short period of time, this is enough to kill at least seven or eight heads."

He grieved and said: "It's a waste!"

The other guards who were standing in front of the window with bows and crossbows on guard looked at each other and shrugged. They have long been accustomed to being distressed by their immediate superiors for things that do not belong to them.

This middle-aged man with a smooth top and a round body is holding a thick alchemy fire gun in his hand. It looks like a metal cylinder with a handle. 's chassis, inscribed with a complex circuit of inscriptions.

The power of the alchemy fire gun is huge, and it is enough to knock down a stone wall with one shot. It is not an exaggeration to call it a small cannon. However, unlike artillery with sufficient energy-supplying components, it is difficult to supply energy, has insufficient battery life, and is difficult to fire continuously.

Although the capital of knowledge has already developed simple gunpowder firearms and cannonballs, which can fire dozens of rounds in a row, and the small revolvers that are carried around are popular among the elderly and noble ladies, but with the physique of all creatures on the Terra Continent, simply using Gunpowder is used as a driving force, and its lethality is too low. If you want to hunt giant beasts and beasts, you must add an alchemy module to charge the warhead to cause considerable damage.

"Forget it, it is estimated that old Grant robbed the good things from the natives back then."

After thinking for a long time, Ymul couldn't think of what treasures Viscount Grant had that could make the Sequoia natives make such a big splash, he shook his head: "We just need to keep our share - this is a good political achievement, in the case of the Nanling natives' massive invasion. Protect the Chamber of Commerce from losses. Guys, this year's promotion and year-end bonus depend on this battle!"

"Oh!"

Hearing the year-end award, all the guards cheered in unison.

It is different from the relaxed atmosphere of the Chamber of Commerce.

On the other side, the city center, the Viscount Palace, the situation is much more critical.

"Go back, enter the house, go upstairs!"

At the outer wall of the Viscount Mansion, which had been blasted with explosives, Lamar, the financial officer, was giving orders loudly at the moment, ordering the guards who had been scattered in formation to retreat and enter the house.

A hunter came hurriedly, intending to decapitate, and the handsome red-haired civil servant's eyes narrowed. Holding a long sword, he took the lead in a horizontal slash, at the cost of his right shoulder being slashed by the opponent with a poisonous blade. Cut off the opponent.

Immediately, the blood mixed with the stench of visceral mucus splashed him all over his face, and Lamar spat out a mouthful of blood and stepped back.

When retreating, he saw that there were several hunters who wanted to join forces to attack, at least to chase after the retreating self, but were forced to retreat by the arrows shot by the guards behind him.

"Good job!"

Returning to the Viscount Mansion, he looked slightly happy and praised the nervous guards: "Don't worry, the Viscount Mansion was originally designed as a small castle, with inscriptions on the outer walls and load-bearing columns, and the natives couldn't use so many explosives to break through it. "

Although he killed a hunter neatly before, Lamar's stature was quite thin, and he was petite compared to the tall guards around him. His long soft red hair was drooping on his shoulders due to the rain and blood. His scarlet eyes flickered with suffocation, and with his red lips and white teeth, he looked like a delicate beauty. It was no wonder that the indigenous wanted to behead this commander who did not seem to be strong.

"Stop the bleeding first!"

The guards were all familiar with this treasurer. When they saw Lamar's shoulder injury, they hurriedly wanted to find a hemostatic bandage, but the red-haired beauty shook her head: "No need, forget that I am a red citizen?"

He turned his head to look at his injured shoulder. For some reason, the area where he was cut just now had healed, but the poison had infiltrated, and a purple venomous blood cyst had formed.

"Purple thorn poison?"

Lamar frowned, took out a knife from his waist, cut open the blood bag on his shoulder, and let the festering stench of poisonous blood flow out-then the incised wound began to close quickly, and healed within a few seconds. In just one breath, it returned to its original shape.

Not even the slightest scar.

The surrounding guards exclaimed - the purple thorn poison is a highly poisonous poison that can corrode the blood and muscles of ordinary people. Even if it is cured, the place where the poison spreads will sag, creating terrifying scars. get well.

There are many guards who have played against the elite of the indigenous people who have retired because of this poison. Although they can still live normally, they have lost the ability to fight.

But this is the self-healing power of the Chi people.

Chalk, red blood, black iron, gold. These are the four human races without physical characteristics, but they all have special potentials.

Chalk is good at psionic energy, red blood has a strong regeneration ability, black iron is strong, and the golden people are extremely adaptable.

In theory, regardless of what the Sequoia native barbarians call it, in fact, the Sequoias are just people of gold who have completely adapted to the jungle environment.

Some scholars have done experiments and brought a jungle native to the plains to live in the interior. The result was that there was no intermarriage and mixed blood. In the past three generations, the descendants of the 'indigenous' are extremely similar to the normal plains people, and there is no difference at all.

In the same way, the mountain people and the sea descendants are essentially the people of gold or part of the people of iron - the people of iron and the people of gold are the "ordinary human beings" in the popular sense of the world of Terra.

However, even for the people of red, Lamar's self-healing power and detoxification speed are still somewhat extraordinary.

"Continue to go up the stairs. It will take some time for the Viscount to come back. You go to the terrace on the second floor. You and you, follow me. We will go to the top floor to set up a defense line and guard the residence at all costs."

After dealing with the wound, Lamar continued to command, and most of the guards followed the instructions, but the person assigned to the terrace on the second floor looked embarrassed: "There is the Viscount's favorite flower on the terrace... and sublimation plants..."

"Don't worry, that's what I planted." Lamar said without hesitation: "At all costs, do you understand? Just step on it, if you think eating those few grains of Ningxincao will help you defend the offensive, then don't hesitate to step on it. eat."

Without further nonsense, he led the team to the top, and Lamar took the telescope from the other guards.

The wind and rain were extremely strong. If they hadn't already put on iron armor, they would have been blown away long ago. The distance is blurry, but you can still roughly see the surroundings of the street not far away.

"Have the surrounding towers been taken down?"

Seeing that the lights in the surrounding towers were dimmed, the red-haired financial officer could not help but raise his brows. Although he had expected it, he did not expect that the actions of the indigenous people were so exaggerated that they even used the crystal sand gunpowder: "Those guys, said countless This time, smuggling strategic materials is not allowed, and the next time you catch all of them, you will have to hang them and hang them!"

The correct decision, but now is not the time to think about the list of hangings in the future - in the telescope, accompanied by the shrill wind, there are several figures in minnows appearing on the top floor of the surrounding buildings, facing them across the vast wind and rain.

at the same time.

Wearing armor, Viscount Grant, who was outside the city, looked at the southern sea with a blank face: "Storm?"

"It's actually this time?!"