Whoosh!
At such a close distance, the wooden thorns soaked in dark green venom arrived in an instant.
If it were a sneak attack, even an elite knight would be unable to block the sting that had arrived, let alone a child.
But something unexpected happens.
The trembling child seemed to have been paying attention to the hunter for a long time. The moment the poisonous sting flew towards him, he raised his left hand. The light cyan fluorescence flashed slightly, and the poisonous sting that stabbed the eyeball accurately was blocked by an invisible force. Then he was held by two white fingers.
"Are you even going to spare the children on the roadside?"
Ian, who didn't know much about the Aboriginal way of doing things, was full of doubts. He was also shocked by the attack just now. After all, he didn't expect to be attacked first when he was preparing for a sneak attack.
He stood up. Although the enemy's attack was blocked, the next step was a frontal battle.
If it were Ian two months ago, if he couldn't make a sneak attack, he would just run away and rely on his precognitive vision to find an opportunity to do something evil.
Anyway, the battle is not rushed. Even if the enemy catches up, it doesn't matter. In the complex streets and alleys of Harrison Port, he has the ability to see through and play with the natives.
But now, he didn't need to waste time.
Throwing aside the stinger caught in his left hand, light green traces were already spreading on his fingers, but the toxin of the poisonous arrowwood did not pose a threat to Ian, who had already begun to sublimate his liver.
What he held in his right hand was a piece of stone cut out from a nearby house.
Are weapons such an inconvenience? Don't underestimate throwing stones. It is a magic weapon that humans rely on to defeat ferocious beasts. All weapons used by humans in the past and future are essentially throwing stones.
"Only the head is sticking out."
Thinking secretly in his heart, Ian locked his eyes on the indigenous hunter who slowed down his steps in shock, and then the light cyan source of light on his right hand flickered.
The next moment, he leaned forward, almost half-kneeling, and threw the stone weighing nearly half a kilogram in his hand with the greatest strength.
Immediately, with a rapid roar, the rotating stone broke through the rain curtain air, like a stone knife, unaffected by any wind, and slashed straight towards the indigenous hunter.
"What a monster!"
The elite hunter screamed, and the fighting instinct that had been soaked in his bone marrow made him subconsciously dodge sideways. However, the super-speed knife and stone still scraped his left face, scraping away all the flesh and blood on one side of his cheek, revealing the white bones. and teeth.
The time was too short, there was no time to feel the pain, there was no time to bleed and reduce the combat effectiveness, but it was also the same, there was no time for him to be shocked.
Because the white shadow had already started running wildly, approaching him quickly against the wind and rain!
For a while, he couldn't even capture the opponent's figure. He finally locked it. The moment his eyes were focused, the hunter even thought he saw a young sharp-clawed tiger - immature and petite, but fast and ruthless!
Ian would not leave the hunter time to react. He had already seen that the opponent was stronger than the hunters who had fought with Brin. He was the true elite of the indigenous people. In this case, he must not give the opponent time to call for help and call in other hunters. Elite.
Instilling the source of essence, he crushed the stone fragments in his hands. After a short breath, Ian jumped up with the momentum of rushing and threw a hand of gravel towards the enemy, like a heavy rain.
In a hurry, the hunter could only lift up the raincoat on his body, which was woven from brown elm leaves and soaked in shaman potion. It was pliable and thick, comparable to the best leather armor, and was enough to block the chops of ordinary spears and swords. .
But in the face of the blows from the rocks, it could not block them all. The hunter was hit once on his right leg and forehead. In addition to the pain and numbness, the impact even made him take a step back, completely losing the opportunity.
But he was a real elite. In just a short moment, the hunter suppressed all the shock and disbelief, and instead regarded the white boy in front of him as a smaller adult sharp-clawed tiger.
Being close to a ferocious beast means fighting for your life - he screamed, raised his elbow, advanced instead of retreating, and collided head-on!
Although there is no systematic learning of martial arts, the fighting skills of the Sequoia natives have been honed to a very high level through years of hunting monsters and fighting with the Imperials.
The hunter bowed slightly, stepped forward, put his right fist against his chest, raised his elbow forward, and the raised joint instantly turned into a short spear, poking at the head of Ian who was rushing towards him. .
This is a death-seeking move when facing strange beasts. You have to waste one hand and concentrate all your strength on the collision. As long as it hits, even a large beast like a swamp bear can be temporarily repelled. What’s more, people?
As long as he can temporarily repel them, he can call in reinforcements.
However, although Ian does not have much combat experience, he has systematically learned combat skills.
He has a good teacher.
Seeing that the native's sharp elbow was already in front of him, and he had no time left to change his moves, Ian simply stepped forward and dodged to the left to avoid the blow.
This was not because he was forced back by the natives. When he was dodging sideways, Ian's right fist that was originally swinging towards the native's head naturally loosened his fist and pulled it down. The tips of his raised five fingers naturally grabbed something.
——That is the coir raincoat that the natives use to block wind and rain.
"not good!"
The hunter immediately felt something bad in his heart, but at this moment he was exhausted and could not immediately take off his raincoat and break free... Therefore, before losing consciousness, he could only see Ian yelling softly, and then exerting force!
Following the teacher's instructions, the white-haired boy rotated his wrists, twisted his legs, waist and arms at the same time and used the coir raincoat in his hand as a fulcrum to forcibly lift the hunter's body off the ground!
The world is spinning.
In an instant, the hunter's vision quickly changed from the streets of Harrison Port to a sky of gray and black, pouring down rain.
Immediately afterwards, he returned to the inverted street in the rotation!
——The earth is falling towards me...
That was the last thought that ran through his mind.
Then there was total darkness.
And the sound of skull crushing.
Click!
Someone grabbed his clothes and then threw him over his shoulder with brute force. His head hit the ground. Naturally, the entire elite indigenous people who were smashed to pieces were dead.
"I almost didn't fall out. This native stood really steady."
After exhaling and exploding his strength, Ian felt his arms were a little tired. He clapped his palms and used the rain to wipe away the blood splashed on his body and hands, and then quickly began to touch the body.
He was surprised just now that even he, an Ascended Apprentice, found it difficult to move freely in the current natural disaster environment, but all the natives were walking around at the eaves of the roof, treating the strong wind of level 16 as nothing. This was obviously abnormal.
You know, when a strong wind blows, it only depends on the weight and tonnage, and it has nothing to do with how powerful it can be. Even if he punches out, ordinary adults can't stand it, but if it is blown by the strong wind, it is time to turn around. .
The indigenous people are only slightly bigger than him, so why can they move freely?
And the moment he caught the opponent's raincoat, Ian understood that the secret lay in this dark green leafcoat.
"really."
Quickly untying the coir raincoat, Ian squinted his eyes. In his precognitive vision, the coir raincoat appeared thick white, which meant that it was a high-quality product, but not an extraordinary object. However, on the inside of the coir raincoat, there was a pale blue ancient inscription. Flashing.
This inscribed civilization is dim and weakening every moment, but as long as it is still shining, the person wrapped in this coir raincoat can ignore the wind.
"It's an indigenous totem pattern, a primitive inscription technique."
Now Ian is not ignorant about the Terra Continent. After these two months of enriching lessons, he has a detailed knowledge of almost all the common sense of the Ascendants around Nanling: "It's not too complicated, but it's also the first A level one inscription—dozens of these temporary wind-proof raincoats, the natives would definitely be bleeding a lot.”
Without any hesitation, he put the raincoat still stained with the hunter's brain and blood on his body, and Ian walked quickly in the direction of his home: "How big is this guy's plot? To break through Harrison Port, we only need these people." Totally impossible, what is their real purpose?”
Wrapped in the wind-shelter totem pattern, even the heavy rain suddenly lost its intensity. Ian even felt that his steps were much lighter. With one step, he had the illusion of flying into the air, and he stepped forward seven or eight meters in an instant.
At this moment, there are still many noises in the city.
"Aborigines! There are aborigines!"
"The natives enter..."
In the storm, fragmented exclamations and screams continued one after another. Those pedestrians who were still running on the street could not escape death. In just a few breaths, Ian heard the dying screams of more than five people.
Although he sympathizes, it is impossible for him to help the other person.
Putting aside the question of whether it was too late, the most important thing now was to go home and ensure the safety of his brother Elan.
Then, get the weapon.
If he had a sharp weapon in his hand, he wouldn't have needed even two moves to kill the natives just now.
"Teacher Hilliard disappeared early in the morning, and he probably won't be back now."
The outline of his home could already be seen. Although his heart was beating fast, Ian's thinking became clearer: "The weapons that can be used at home are nothing more than the wood-cutting knife and ax sharpened by the teacher. Next, should we stay in the house to take refuge to protect ourselves, or should we look around?" Help others depending on the situation, and it depends on how the situation develops."
If the natives had the purpose of massacre and unconditionally slaughtered civilians as sacrifices, then he would definitely not be able to stand by and watch, because when the natives came to kill, no one else would be able to help him.
It is still unknown what kind of power the natives who successfully sacrificed will gain.
But the Aboriginal plan is obviously bigger than Ian imagined.
"boom!!!"
A roar suddenly exploded, causing the ground to shake slightly. It was more frightening than thunder. Even Ian subconsciously turned his head to the side and looked in the direction of the explosion.
Then, he opened his eyes wide and stared at a jet-black smoke column that rose rapidly and was quickly torn apart by the strong wind, rising from the center of the city!
That is……
"Viscount's Mansion?!"
Ian was shocked: "They blew up the Viscount Mansion?!"
