"Fortunately, Harrison Harbor is on a relatively high ground, otherwise it would have been flooded long ago - the word sea of clouds is too vivid, wouldn't it mean that half of the sea was evaporated into clouds?"
After making a complaint, Ian looked at the young city guard on the side and noticed that although he was lying on the ground covered in mud, he couldn't be more embarrassed.
But precisely because of this, the opponent was not in danger of being blown away yet, so he simply lay down and leaned close to the ground.
"Ian!"
At this moment, Ian heard some vague sounds coming from behind him. He turned his head and saw the young city guard struggling to raise his head in the storm. There seemed to be something complicated in the other person's eyes, which made the boy willing to wait for him to cough a few times. , continued: "I...my name is Scott, and now I want to report to the Viscount Mansion."
The big boy hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want the Viscount to know about this?"
Scott is not stupid. He could see something unusual about Ian, whether it was the indigenous raincoat he wore when he entered the tower, or the strength that exploded out later, which was far superior to that of a child of his age, all of which showed that Ian's strange.
It was not a strange thing that could be explained by a single psyker. At first, Scott was still sighing that the other party had inherited the mantle of Elder Puder at such a young age, but later, he understood clearly - Ian There is definitely a bigger secret.
"Well...I didn't care at first."
Ian pondered for a moment. He had actually considered what would happen if his power was exposed to others - the answer was not very good.
Not to mention that he only showed physical strength, with the dilapidated appearance of Harrison Port now, Viscount Grant's treatment of 'talents' will definitely be much 'better'.
He feels that it is a good choice for him to show more talents at this time.
But when Scott asked, he suddenly thought of another possibility.
So Ian smiled and said: "Scott? I remember... As for the Viscount, you can let him know."
"But why don't you give it a try and say that the two of us did it together?"
"I repaired the artillery and assisted you in aiming and firing... Your comrades must also need more pensions, right? No matter how fierce and dangerous it is, add their names to it. I don't care, but Rather, I’m happy.”
With that said, Ian endured the dizziness of his brain, opened his precognitive vision, and looked at the young man who was crawling in the mud like himself: "Of course, this is just a suggestion."
He said softly, with a little temptation: "What do you want to do?"
"I……"
Scott paused for a long time. He wasn't thinking or weighing, it was just that his brain didn't move so fast - but the weather now wasn't suitable for concentrating on thinking, so when he realized that the rain curtain was already so heavy that it was almost hindering his breathing, he Gritting his teeth, he decided: "I think I should help you hide it a little... They do need more pensions..."
The second half of the sentence was spoken softly, but Ian could hear it.
At the same time, the fog lingering on Scott's body also took shape in Ian's eyes.
"Huh?" Ian raised his eyelashes slightly, and was a little surprised, because he saw a color he had never seen before: "Green?"
"This color..."
The first thing that appeared on Scott was a pale white aura, which proved that although Scott had been trained, he was still not as good as a strong adult.
But soon, a touch of green that seemed to suggest 'friendliness' appeared all over his body.
Ian actually doesn't fully understand the scope of his psychic powers and the types of predictions. This is not surprising. There are many people on the continent of Terra who never figure out the effects of their psychic powers, but it doesn't prevent them from using them anyway.
However, Ian guessed that in addition to predicting future good or bad luck and cherishment, his psychic ability could also provide some glimpses of 'danger and favor' functions.
Scott's green mist is obviously opposite to the red hostility of the indigenous people, representing a friendly color.
——This guy wants to help himself from the bottom of his heart.
After understanding this, Ian didn't say much: "Then go, think about what to say before you go, don't stutter... I'll go to other places to see the situation first."
"……I see."
Scott nodded solemnly, then leaned against the wall of the alley and walked slowly towards the city center - he knew that Ian would make another move next, and he might have a secret, so naturally he wouldn't stay to ruin the scenery.
And Ian stared at the other person's back, thinking thoughtfully: "What a good and sensible person... Having such a friend in the city guard is not a bad thing."
He will spend a long time in Harrison Port in the future. Before he can grow up to move freely throughout the continent, he will need a stable and safe base.
In this case, the fewer enemies in this place, the better, and the more friends, the better.
Shaking his head slightly, Ian didn't care whether his power was exposed or not - for ordinary people, the strength he showed was incredible, but for sublimators like Viscount Grant, this was nothing more than a virtual source level, an apprentice's Just explosive power.
At most, he lamented that Elder Pude was so impatient that he actually asked him to try to adapt to the virtual source species so early without doubting others.
As for Elder Pude... he behaves like the more talented he is, the better.
At this moment, the colors between heaven and earth are quite colorful.
Because the crocodile dragon was severely injured, its blood and various pieces of meat danced and drifted in Harrison Harbor with the storm. In the eyes of Ian, who had opened his precognitive vision, the sky was filled with purple and dark blue mist, which was constantly spreading and flowing with the wind. At the same time, it gradually turned into blue, light blue and pure white.
This process is extremely magnificent, just like the morning glow changing color and refraction as the sun rises.
However, that's not what Ian really cares about.
"Sure enough, there is still something to gain."
Observing carefully, he finally found the most solid 'purple' among the changing colors in the sky!
That, because he blasted the Crocodile Dragon's vitals with a cannon, the 'purple sublimation material' spurted out!
While taking aim, Ian was thinking that as a mountain lord and totem spirit, the crocodile dragon in front of him might be the best source of Warcraft material he could find in the entire South Ridge.
Even if there is no way to obtain the core materials, even if you can get a little flesh and blood, you can still add food!
In the past two months, Ian has been eating fish, vegetables, and wheat porridge. To be honest, for someone like him who has a certain knowledge of food, there is indeed a shortage of food ingredients.
"Repelling monsters will also drop materials, which is not bad."
Locking in the purple aura of light mist, Ian walked low, almost swimming through Harrison Harbor, which had transformed into a land of water, until he reached his target - no one disturbed him along the way, and all ordinary people were huddled in their own shelters. and rooms, while the natives had already fled.
Soon, he saw his target.
Due to the wash of the rain curtain, the orange-red crocodile dragon blood has become so thin that it is almost imperceptible. The deep muddy water covers many things, but Ian's eyes can penetrate those ordinary objects and reach the extraordinary crystals underneath.
"This is……"
Without hesitation, Ian took a deep breath and submerged into the muddy water. A few seconds later, the boy's figure reappeared, but this time, he already had a strange piece of meat the size of his arm in his hand.
This piece of meat is greenish-red in color and has a fine and flexible texture. It seems to be a fragment of some kind of internal organ. It feels like fine rubber. Even if it is cut hard with a sword, it may not be able to cut its surface.
But the key point is not the flesh and blood, but the fact that this piece of green-red has a densely packed fine crystal grid structure. The earthy yellow hexagonal grid structure looks like a honeycomb, emitting dots of fluorescence, like a beacon on the street in the middle of the night. The half-lit algae oil lamp gave the pieces of meat in the boy's hands a non-biological, alien feel.
Sublimated biological texture.
Boom--boom--boom!
Even in the huge wind and rain, Ian could not help but fixate his eyes on this strange piece of crystal flesh.
--hunger.
The body was giving a warning. The muscles that had consumed a lot of sugar contracted slightly, and the digestive system began to wriggle. Especially the liver, which had begun to sublimate, seemed to be telling Ian its desire with a strange feeling.
--hunger.
