At the end of the horizon, pure white smoke plumes shot straight into the sky.
The rain clouds turned upside down like mountains, covered the sky, and spread out in all directions.
Dark purple lightning flooded the clouds and mountains, while golden-red light rolled deep in the waves. The two colors intertwined in the mid-air, making the big storm that had formed in the distance resemble a carrier of flames and thunder, and blazing rain was falling on the entire southern coastal area of Bisen. lower.
In the city in front of him, the dark smoke and dust from the explosion dispersed with the strong wind, allowing even Ian, who was located on the coastal street in the east of the city, to smell a little gunpowder.
"...It seems that the real target is over there."
After being briefly surprised, Ian quickly calmed down.
It is not difficult to understand that the natives' target is the Viscount's Mansion. Whether they want to undermine Viscount Grant's prestige, lose his face, or snatch treasures and resources, it is all normal.
After all, Viscount Mansion is the only place in Harrison Harbor where Ian can see the purple mist!
However, the defense of the Viscount Mansion was also very tight. When he and Elder Puder went there, they had roughly noted the structure. Although it looked like an ordinary noble residence, it was actually very suitable for defence, and the materials used were very solid.
Even though Viscount Grant himself was still leading the team on the front line, it was very difficult for the natives to capture the mansion.
Even though the previous explosion looked terrifying, it actually destroyed a section of the outer wall at most. It was simply impossible to destroy the small castle made entirely of solid stone.
"Indigenous resolve needs to be reassessed."
Shaking his head, Ian noticed that the wind around him was getting stronger. There were already trolleys rolling on the street, and all kinds of random stones and wood fragments were flying in the air.
Although the big storm has turned south, its aftermath is about to sweep across Harrison Harbor.
"Go home first." He decided.
same moment.
"They started."
Harrison Port, northeast side of the city.
This is the place where Oceana and Ian originally lived, and it is also an area that has not been fully repaired after the big storm eight years ago. Today, on both sides of the street, in addition to the ruins caused by past storms, there is another fire ruin.
In a dilapidated house that seemed to be half-destroyed, but in fact the internal structure had been reinforced, the red-haired mercenary leader put down the mangled corpse of an indigenous hunter in his hand.
He calmly said to the subordinates on both sides who were fully armed and wearing light armor: "Same as the news we found before, this group of natives will attack the Viscount Mansion when a big storm comes."
The mercenary leader Lübeck has dark skin and a sickly thin figure. His green eyes always give people a fierce and indifferent emotion, and his strength and actions are in line with everyone's stereotypes of him. Impression - This is an extremely dangerous and bloodthirsty man.
The blood dripping from his hands and the body of an elite hunter with no intact parts were proof of this.
But for these subordinates who have fought together for many years, Lübeck's tone was quite calm: "Today is a rare opportunity. You go to the Viscount's Mansion to help the master guard his garden. Don't follow me."
"As long as you stop these Sequoia people, Master Grant will give you a reward enough to make you rich enough to settle in Harrison Port."
The mercenaries, who were fully armed and had known about the aboriginal raid a few days ago, looked at each other in confusion. One of them was brave enough to say: "Boss, what about you?"
"where did you go?"
The red-haired mercenary did not answer his subordinate's question immediately. He was staring at the storm in the distant sea and the dissipating black smoke in the center of the city.
After a while, he calmly said: "It has nothing to do with you."
Staring at the dim street in the wind and rain with his dark green eyes, the man whispered to himself: "The next thing is a personal grudge."
"What good thing does that guy Grant have in his hands?"
In the city center, the Chamber of Commerce Center is only a few streets away from the Viscount Palace.
Imuel, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, stood sideways by the window, with only half of his head exposed, carefully observing the movements outside: "The entire Big Sequoia Forest has come out in full force - to draw a Sui Feng Totem, you need a cup of Wing-tailed Monkey's wine. Blood, dozens of them can be drawn at once in a short period of time, which requires at least seven or eight kills to be enough."
He said sadly: "What a waste!"
The other guards standing in front of the window, holding crossbows on guard, looked at each other and shrugged. They have long been accustomed to their immediate bosses caring about things that do not belong to them.
This middle-aged man with a smooth head and a round body is holding a thick alchemical fire gun in his hand. It looks like a metal cylinder with a handle. It is as thick as a person's arm, and there is a slow rotation at the bottom. The chassis is engraved with complex inscription circuits.
The power of the Alchemy Fire Gun is so powerful that one shot can collapse a stone wall. It is not an exaggeration to call it a small cannon. However, unlike artillery with sufficient energy supply components, it has difficulty in supplying energy, lacks battery life, and is difficult to fire continuously.
Although the City of Knowledge has long developed simple gunpowder firearms and cannonballs that can fire dozens of rounds continuously, and the small revolvers that are carried with them are very popular among the elderly and noble ladies, but with the physical constitution of all creatures on the continent of Terra, simply using Gunpowder is used as a driving force, but its lethality is too low. If you want to hunt giant monsters, you must use an alchemy module to charge the warhead to cause considerable damage.
"Forget it, it's probably a good thing that old Grant snatched from the natives..."
After thinking for a long time, Imuel could not imagine what kind of treasure Viscount Grant had that could make the Sequoia natives so arrogant. He shook his head: "We just have to keep our own rights - this is a good political achievement. In the case of a large-scale invasion by the Nanling natives, Protect the Chamber of Commerce from losses. Guys, our promotion and year-end bonus this year depend on this battle!"
"oh!"
Upon hearing the year-end award, all the guards immediately cheered.
It is different from the relaxed atmosphere here at the Chamber of Commerce.
On the other side, in the city center, at the Viscount Mansion, the situation was much more critical.
"Stand back, enter the house, and go upstairs!"
At the outer wall of the Viscount's Mansion, which had been blasted by explosives, Financial Officer Lamar was loudly giving orders, ordering the scattered guards to retreat into the house and defend the house.
A hunter quickly attacked with the intention of beheading, but the handsome red-haired civil servant's eyes were focused. He held a long sword and took the lead in slashing horizontally. At the cost of being slashed with a poisonous blade on his right shoulder, he went straight Cut off the opponent at the waist.
Immediately, blood mixed with fishy visceral mucus poured all over him, and Lamar spit out a mouthful of blood and took advantage of the situation to retreat.
When he retreated, he saw that there were several hunters who wanted to attack together, or at least pursue him as he retreated, but they were forced back by the crossbow arrows fired by the guards behind him.
"Well done!"
Returning to the Viscount's Mansion, he looked a little happier and praised the nervous guards: "Don't worry, the Viscount's Mansion was originally designed as a small castle. The outer walls and load-bearing columns are supported by inscriptions. The natives cannot bring out so many explosives to break through this place. "
Although he had killed a hunter neatly before, Lamar was quite thin and petite compared to the tall guards around him. His long soft red hair was hanging on his shoulders due to the rain and blood. The evil spirit flashed in his scarlet eyes, and with his red lips and white teeth, he looked like a delicate beauty. It was no wonder that the natives just wanted to behead this seemingly weak commander.
"Stop the bleeding first!"
The guards were all familiar with the financial officer. When they saw Lamar's shoulder injury, they hurriedly looked for a hemostatic bandage, but the red-haired beauty shook her head: "No need, have you forgotten that I am a red citizen?"
He turned his head and looked at his injured shoulder. For some reason, the place where he had been cut had healed, but the toxin had seeped into it and there were purple poisonous blood cysts.
"Purple thorn ulcer poison?"
Lamar frowned, took out a knife from his waist, and cut open the blood bag on his shoulder, letting out the stinky and poisonous blood that had festered - and then, visible to the naked eye, the cut wound began to close and heal rapidly, counting. He returned to his original appearance in just one breath.
Not even a scar.
The surrounding guards all exclaimed - purple thorn poison is a poison that can corrode the blood and muscles of ordinary people. Even if it is cured, the place where the poison spreads will be sunken and create terrible scars, which will never be completely eliminated. get well.
Many guards who fought against indigenous elites retired because of the poison. Although they could still live a normal life, they lost the ability to fight.
But this is the self-healing power of the Red People.
Chalk, red blood, black iron, gold. These are four human races that have no physical characteristics, but they all contain special potential.
Chalk is skilled in spiritual energy, red blood has a strong regenerative ability, black iron has a strong body, and the golden people are extremely adaptable.
Theoretically speaking, despite the fact that the Sequoia people are called so by the indigenous barbarians, in fact, the Sequoia people are just people of gold who have completely adapted to the jungle environment.
Some scholars have done experiments and brought a group of jungle natives to live in the plains. As a result, there was no intermarriage and mixed blood. After only three generations, the descendants of the 'aboriginals' were very similar to normal plains people, and there was no difference at all.
In the same way, the people of the mountains and the people of the sea are essentially people of gold or part of the people of iron - the people of iron and people of gold are the 'ordinary humans' in the popular sense of the world of Terra.
However, even for a Red Citizen, Lamar's self-healing power and detoxification speed are still somewhat extraordinary.
"Continue up to the balcony. It will take some time for the Viscount to come back. You go to the terrace on the second floor. You and me, follow me. We go to the top to set up a defense line and defend the residence at all costs."
After treating the wound, Lamar continued to command. Most of the guards followed the instructions, but the person assigned to the balcony on the second floor had a troubled expression: "There are the Viscount's favorite flowers on the terrace... and sublimation plants..."
"Don't worry about it, I planted it." Lamar said without hesitation: "Do you understand at all costs? Just step on it. If you think eating those few Ningxin grass can help you defend the offensive, then just go ahead. 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 so strong that if they hadn't all been wearing armor, they would have been blown away. The distance is blurry, but you can still roughly see the surrounding streets not far away.
"Have all the surrounding towers been taken down?"
Seeing that the lights in the surrounding towers were dimmed, the red-haired financial officer couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Although he had expected it, he didn't expect that the natives' actions were so exaggerated. They even used pancrystalline sand and gunpowder: "Those guys have said countless things. We are not allowed to smuggle strategic materials this time. If we catch them all next time, we will hang them all!"
The right decision, but now is not the time to think about the list of future hangings - in the telescope, accompanied by the fierce wind, several more figures in raincoats appeared on the top floors of the surrounding buildings, facing them from a distance across the huge wind and rain.
at the same time.
Donning armor, Viscount Grant, who was outside the city, looked towards the southern sea with a blank look on his face: "Storm?"
"Is this the time?!"
