Above The Sky

Viscount Grant noticed the rip on Lamar's shoulders and frowned: "They hurt you? It seems that I shouldn't let the old man leave so easily."

He really regretted deliberately keeping it now.

"My lord... I am a citizen of red, this little injury is nothing." After trying to break free, he sighed, and Lamar was a little helpless: "I am busy now, and you haven't been with Clendelle very much recently. Is it near?"

"Do you care about this?" The Viscount said indifferently, "My dear, you know this is for your red people... What's more, it's just because she looks very similar to you - isn't it?"

"She is my cousin, of course she is very similar." Lamar replied stubbornly, but then sighed, his tone softened a little: "Sir, this time is really dangerous, if you hadn't prepared wound medicine and crossbow in advance Gun, the Viscount Mansion is impossible to defend... Why did the natives attack here?"

"They want revenge on me and my father, it's normal."

Viscount Grant replied casually. He kissed Lamar's forehead and signaled him not to inquire deeply: "Don't think too much, it's not good. Learn from Pude, although he looks rough and direct, he never asks such questions. Those are really smart people."

"If you want to be the leader of the Red People, you must learn from that smart old man in the future."

"Yeah." Lamar replied softly, he had been fighting for a day and was already very tired, and now he didn't want to think too much.

"Speaking of this."

Speaking of Pude, Viscount Grant turned his head thoughtfully and looked at the east of the city: "Who fired that shot? It really turned the tide of the battle, and I have to commend those warriors well."

at the same time.

In the wind and rain, Scott, who stumbled all the way, finally arrived at the Viscount Mansion.

For the residents of Port Harrison, the war is over, and the storm will not cause much damage before they prepare for it.

Whether it is the dams that have been prepared, or the shelters that every household has, and the reinforced houses, the losses can be reduced to a relatively low level... As long as there is no such thing as the invasion of the totem spirit into the city In extreme cases, even a major storm in the South China Sea cannot destroy almost half of the city as it did eight years ago.

The battle in the city has come to an end, but outside the city, there are still some ripples in the aftermath.

Along the official road between Three Rivers City and Port Harrison, a small group of natives was rushing towards the grove.

The tall scaly warrior who led the team had a heavy face, and half of the feather crest between his neck was burned, which was enough to see the embarrassment of this chief who should be a certain Sequoia tribe.

Due to being attacked by the defenders of Anmore Town and the guards of Harrison Harbor, the seven official psychic shamans were blocked by the Bishop Huaiguang alone. The meaning of coming down to fight, all scattered and fled.

The chief was lucky, because the raid was fast enough, and the encirclement had not yet been formed, so he and most of his elites escaped.

"...I can only pray that the plan of the ancestors to protect the great shaman will succeed..."

Thinking of the losses his tribe suffered due to this operation, he couldn't help but hold his breath: "As long as the sacred relics can be recovered, at least the warriors can rest in the arms of their ancestors..."

But just as he was cranky with fear, exhaustion and panic, a light suddenly lit up in the woods in front of him.

It was a fiery red sword light, which was still bright even in the sudden wind and rain. The blade like a red iron sword in an iron furnace slashed through the dark shadows of the forest, and pressed it with a pungent smell of sulfur!

This fiery blade is so dazzling that even the exhausted chief reacted immediately, and immediately pulled out the short knife around his waist to block—a sharp and ear-piercing sound rang out, accompanied by the sour metal cutting. With a sound, the chief's short knife was immediately cut into a huge gap, but he also took advantage of the situation to retreat, avoiding the deadly sword.

In the darkness, the mountain people with red hair and green eyes walked out slowly. The red-blade Lübeck looked around indifferently at all the natives present, and then his eyes locked on the chief who was facing the enemy, his eyes became burning little by little, holding a red The five fingers of the half-sword in the hand are also clenched tightly.

- He doesn't remember.

The mercenary whispered in his heart, not angry that the other party did not recognize his expression.

Because of the many evildoers, it is destined to be impossible to remember the father of every child he took away.

And he was about to forget. Fifteen years later, he was about to forget the smile of his child, the face of his enemy, his original determination, and the hatred that should not have been forgotten.

— but so what?

At least now, he still remembers.

Without the slightest hesitation, the mountain people let out a low voice and charged forward. The blazing fire even evaporated the surrounding rainwater, causing the steam refracting red light to spread in all directions.

And he didn't know why the other party was ambushing him here, and the aboriginal chief also roared. He gritted his teeth and raised his short spear, and together with the hunters of his tribe, he surrounded and killed the man in front of him.

After a few minutes.

"...The corpse's head is still intact, and it should meet the requirements of the bishop."

He threw the half-sword in his hand, which had been twisted to the ground after cooling, and the still hot iron made a chirping sound when it touched the icy rain, while Lubeck let out a sigh of relief. Many corpses of carbon.

The man grabbed the head of the tall chief and held the other's head. He also raised his head and looked further north: "I don't know why the bishop knows who my enemy is, and why he helped me locate him... …never mind."

"I don't understand it anyway."

Shaking his head slightly, Lübeck has never been a person with complicated thinking. He only knew that the result of selling himself to that Bishop Huaiguang was not bad, even quite good.

He has killed the enemy, converted to the "Light of Huaiguang", and his subordinates will have a destination - this is enough.

As for why the bishop did this, what was his purpose, and why he had to hide his actions from Viscount Grant and secretly hunt the head of such a large tribal chief...

Does Lubeck look like someone who can figure these things out?

He even learned how to write his own name in recent years!

"It's time to report." Carrying his trophies, the man walked towards the north.

Off the sea, around Odell Reef.

Hilliard stood on the edge of the storm's core area, looking up at the mighty, sky-like pillars of rain clouds gradually moving toward the south.

On the sea, although the tide is still turbulent, the abnormal eddy current and electric light have disappeared - unable to break through, the spirit of the defeated tide and the surging waves has long since receded and returned to the depths of the sea, and Hilliard does not want to and has no strength Go to the deep sea to chase those two giant beasts.

"It will probably stop tomorrow morning."

Bowing his head, the silver light flow flickered, observing the heat evapotranspiring in the sea, the old knight pondered: "Using the seawater to dissipate the accumulated heat... Is there a problem with the original heat dissipation circulation system? But if you can't find the door, you can't at all. past."

"Where is the entrance to the ruins?"

The old man couldn't help shaking his head slightly. He knew very well that even if he got the key, he had to find the official entrance to the ruins. Otherwise, he would go directly through the heat sink in the sea and just stew himself as spare ribs.

"Well, at least there's still time."

Hilliard didn't think too much. After all, this kind of thing can't be rushed: "Looking at the previous movement, it should be the natives' defeat."

He made up his mind and went back to the city.

The destruction in the city was not beyond Hilliard's expectations, and even the scope of the destruction was limited to a small area beside the city's west and south port areas, which was enough to surprise him.

"It seems that the Grant family still hasn't lost their bravery, they are somewhat capable and live up to their original trust..."

The old knight couldn't help muttering: "The Viscount's Palace has been bombed and has not been breached? Did they prepare for it?"

This thing is surprising enough.

But what shocked him the most was the fact that when he returned home, he saw the crystal flesh and blood in the hands of his disciples.

"Teacher? Are you back?"

Ian, who had just been cleaning up the water in the house and had some jerky stocked up before eating, has recovered a little.

He raised his head to look at the surprised teacher, and couldn't help laughing: "Come and see, teacher, so far I haven't figured out what type of sublimation material it is and what it is useful for."

"I feel like this thing seems a bit extraordinary!"