"Is this...a reappearance of that big storm?"
——That incident happened exactly when he was born, which wiped out all the Harrison Port Guards eight years ago, destroyed the port city wall, and blew half of the Elephant Bone Mountain ancestral altar away. The natives and imperial people have not recovered to this day. The storm?
Ian suppressed his rapidly beating heart. He held his breath to observe the direction of the sea beast, and then he felt calm: "It's not serious."
In recent years, breakwaters have been built on both sides of Harrison Harbor, making it impossible for ordinary fish and sea animals to cross and not threaten the harbor. It seems that lessons from the past have been learned.
And sea beasts are not stupid. Human fishing boats and large ships are also equivalent to terrifying behemoths to them. Therefore, there are very few sea beasts that directly impact the port docks. Even the predators in the fish schools have no time to prey on them. The easy prey is just wandering in the shallow sea, shivering.
Moreover, strangely enough, there were surprisingly few sea monsters this time, at least not as good as the salmon tides that migrated to the Ewok River in March and April in Ian's memory.
It's very dangerous at this moment.
Looking out at the storm in the distance, Ian knew this very well.
Although we don't know the reason, the terrifying heat that can boil the entire sea may come from the 'maze of ruins' mentioned by Teacher Hilliard.
Its power is so great that even the storm caused by the remaining power is far stronger than the sixteenth level wind, not to mention the crisscrossing lightning in it, which is even more dangerous and makes people shudder.
but.
but……
In this city that was about to usher in storms, thunder and showers, Ian felt his heart beating very fast.
Not just fear, not just nervousness…
What's more, it's excitement.
and a heartfelt yearning.
-Ian likes this view.
He held his breath and stared at the howling gale in the distance and at the golden-red hot spots on the seabed. He greedily took in all the lightning and cloud pillars in the clouds, and his heart beat fiercely.
——Rare scenery, dangerous situations that ordinary people will never encounter once in their lifetime... He likes this kind of thing.
When Ian sees the eruption of a volcano, he will be fascinated by the fatal beauty. When he sees the formation of a typhoon, he will be impressed by the majestic power. When he sees the eruption of the solar thermal corona in space, he will clenched his fists in excitement.
He is not a fan of natural disasters, he is just curious about all the natural movements and scenes that are rare to see on earth.
He longs to witness those 'incredible' sights that few ordinary people can see.
Therefore, he has always longed for the starry sky and everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen among the endless stars in the universe.
"...but of course, life is still important."
Shaking his head, Ian was not stupid. He exhaled: "It's time to go home."
Hobbies are hobbies. How can we continue to witness the future and wonders if we lose our lives? He was just temporarily absent-minded, which was caused by an immature part of his character: "Fortunately, I was prepared."
"I have to go home and get my brother settled."
In 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 scary, in fact, the main body will not come directly towards Harrison Port - after all, it is next to the Byson Mountains. The direction of the storm should be along the mountains and continue to travel southwest, passing by the Sighing at the cliff, then rushing towards the hesitant sea.
This is also the reason why the Wandering Sea is called the Wandering Sea, because it is the destination of most typhoons in the southwest sea. It is a place where the heaven and earth cease to blow. Once ordinary ships enter, they will never want to return. This incident originated from the ruins of the pre-Era of the Far Sea. The Great Storm is no exception.
But even then, even just the aftermath of a major storm can shake houses and blow people and animals away.
Both Port Harrison and the Redwood Natives must bear the impact, and the battle between the two sides will definitely come to an end.
"After the storm, there should be a lot of peace. It just so happens that many monsters will also be injured. Then it will be my time to hunt."
With this in mind, Ian no longer stayed, but ran towards home like other passers-by.
However, as he was running, a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
"That's not right." Ian murmured to himself: "Both the natives and Viscount Grant must have known that the big storm was coming. At most, they just didn't know the specific time - but they still decided to launch a war, and it seemed that they had not considered taking precautions in advance. disaster."
"Viscount Grant and Elder Puder are now on the front line, and the main force of the natives is also confronting them. Coincidentally, because of the storm, it is difficult for them to quickly return reinforcements. The current defense of Harrison Port is extremely empty!"
"If the natives had been prepared..."
Without any hesitation, Ian opened his precognitive vision.
It seems as if the boiling sea fog in the distance has come close to the port. A thin layer of rain and mist fills the solid rock houses and streets of Harrison Port. The rain cannot wash it away, and the strong wind can only slightly ripple it. This green The white rain and mist is a phenomenon manifested by the violent changes in the spiritual field, representing the wrath of nature and a sign of natural disasters.
But now, all the visions have dissipated in the mist rising in front of Ian's eyes.
The precognitive vision, which has abandoned all characteristics and is only characterized by color and fog density, can see the good or bad luck of all things as well as the future.
In an instant, Harrison Port in the heavy rain turned into a gray cloud and fog, and in the direction close to Ian, several scarlet fog clusters were moving quickly.
There was even one approaching rapidly in his direction!
"Aborigines. Coming towards me? No, just along the way."
Because the mist on the other party looked so familiar, Ian, who had dealt with the natives several times, could easily identify the scarlet mist.
He subconsciously felt that the other party might be coming for him again, but after thinking carefully, he immediately ruled out this possibility.
Harrison Port 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 usually stand guard. There are usually two to four crossbow-wielding city guards stationed there.
Obviously, this time the natives invaded the city well prepared. Just like Harrison Port had informants among the natives, the natives must also have informants in the port like his cheap uncle. They knew the location of these towers very well. and specific details, so they dispatched elite personnel as soon as possible with the intention of removing those hard ideas.
"He's calculated mentally but not intentionally. He has to be stopped."
Ian quickly made a decision. The indigenous invasion plan was very complete. The Harrison Port defenders were unprepared and would suffer heavy losses in the storm. Without the suppression of the tower, no matter what the indigenous follow-up plan was, it would definitely go very smoothly.
What's more, that tower is responsible for the defense around his home, so helping others is helping yourself.
But he still doesn't quite understand the world of Terra.
The scarlet fog flew through the storm. They obviously used some method to ignore the resistance brought by the strong wind. These elite hunters rushed towards the towers scattered inside the port as quickly as possible.
Their purpose is to destroy Harrison Port's internal defenses at all costs, even if it is only temporarily.
And in the middle, they don't mind killing people casually.
Bah—baah!
There were rapid whistling sounds, some of which were the vibration of bow strings, some of which were the rapid stabs of blowing arrows, and some of which might be the sound of flying knives and rocks.
But no matter what it was, the Harrison Harbor people in the direction of these elite hunters fell like straw.
Amidst the screams and splashes of blood, only a short black shadow could be seen leaping and moving in the gaps and top floors of the building, harvesting lives.
The elite hunter heading towards the tower on the east coast of the harbor put down the blow dart in his hand and passed by the Imperial man who fell beside him and was screaming and touching the back of his head, but his body was gradually hardening due to the poison.
He feels like he's in great shape and hasn't missed a beat so far.
The blessing of the wind spirit given 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 almost reaching his destination, but when he passed an intersection, the hunter found a white child shivering in the corner of the road - was it because the storm was too late to go home and he couldn't find a place to take refuge?
He never thought so much. The hunter's instinct allowed him to lift the blowgun as quickly as possible and predict the wind force.
Then, he blew the sting at the child.
