Above The Sky

Although located in the center of the middle section of Central Avenue, the City Hall facing Huaiguang Church is the military and political center of Port Harrison in name.

But in fact, Grant's House is the real heart of the city.

A middle-aged man with a serious expression came to the Viscount Mansion, and after handing over the double swords and a handgun slung around his waist, he arrived at the conference room on the second floor under the guidance of his servants.

This man with gray hair and wearing a light leather armor was dignified, but his face had been weathered, with an indistinct scar running through his right eye to the corner of his mouth.

The city defense officer and sheriff of Port Harrison, Sir Yam was the apprentice of the old Viscount Grant's knight. During the battle with the natives, in order to protect the old Viscount from being shot to death by the poisonous thorns of the Totem Spirit, he and the present Viscount Grant grew up with martial arts training and became a sublime with the support of the Viscount.

The two sides are not only masters and slaves, but also childhood friends, and even life and death comrades who fought together.

Yam entered the conference room and found that he was the last one to arrive. Viscount Grant himself, Viscount's staff and financial officer Lamar were already sitting in their seats, talking about how to rescue disasters and gather surrounding villages after this indigenous attack. public details.

And Bai Zhimin's elder Pude, and the head of the Harrison Harbor Chamber of Commerce Alliance, Ymur, were pointing at the map of Nanling hanging on the wall, not knowing what they were talking about.

The spacious hall is filled with fresh and refreshing incense. The biggest effect of this expensive incense is not actually to make people energetic, but to expel mosquitoes, suppress epidemic poison, and effectively disperse various shamanic spells of indigenous people. , and the curse of the other party's driven spirits.

Including himself, these five people are the five most powerful people in Port Harrison today.

And the real core is the Viscount.

"Yam, are you here?"

Seeing the arrival of his right-hand man and his friend, Viscount Grant, who had been sullen all the time, relaxed a little.

He stood up and beckoned the knight to sit down: "What's going on? Talk about it."

"It's about pure sacrifice."

Yam didn't sit down, Viscount Grant didn't care, but he, as a ceremonial knight, would not relax before reporting the information.

He came to the conference table and reported in a straight-forward manner: "Thanks to Elder Pude for capturing the living mouth, the intelligence he said and our informant information can confirm each other - this indigenous attack was mainly to loot the population, a large number of The women and children were taken away and sent to the inner swamp of the redwood forest next to the Elephant Bone Mountain."

"Usually, only a dozen people are needed for the pure sacrifice of the natives, and only thirty-two people are needed for large scales. Their own internal fighting is enough to get them together. But this time, the scale of the pure sacrifice is unusually large. More than 150 people left, and 110 people from Anpu Village near Brown Yulin, half of them were killed, half of them were taken away, and the village has been wiped out."

"These people have been unable to be rescued. When the informant reported, the natives had killed them all, and the bones were thrown into the inner swamp."

Sir Yam's tone was dry and without the slightest emotion, but everyone, including Viscount Grant, changed their expressions slightly, obviously shocked by the news.

"as predicted!"

In addition to anger, there is also a trace of shame. Viscount Grant is indeed not a person who loves his people like a son, but at least he has a sense of honor and humiliation. He feels like he has been slapped hard by the natives, and is somewhat incredible: "But if they want to wake up the mountain master, they don't need to kill so many people!"

"Don't they understand, killing so many imperial people, no matter how much I don't want to fight, I have to go back with equal revenge!"

"They don't want to fight either."

Ser Yam said, taking a rather thick leaf of palm elm from his bosom and handing it to Viscount Grant: "The twelve tribes leaning towards us say that they have nothing to do with it until the great shaman issues a summons. I know - the natives also feel very sudden and incredible about this action, even very disgusted, because they have adapted to the various commodities, tools and refined salt we sell, and cannot bear the interruption of trade."

"But the orders of the great shaman are absolute."

"Why is the old immortal not dead?"

Cursing in a low voice, Viscount Grant took the aboriginal leaf paper, and he read the contents, frowning: "All the shamans gathered at the Elephant Bone Mountain? The sea of ​​trees is making noise? They are going to launch a full-scale war? It's just that the shamans have gathered, and the chiefs have not been summoned..."

"It looks like a ceremony."

The Viscount raised his head and said doubtfully, "That old monster has been sleeping for more than 40 years, and it is indeed recovering from the injury... But eight years ago, didn't it wake up briefly to protect the group of natives in the storm? It The injury must have gotten worse."

"This may be the reason why the number of people required for this pure sacrifice is so large."

Yam gave a possibility, and the Viscount fell into contemplation: "Could it be that the old man wants to wake up the mountain master at the same time... let it go further?"

The Mountain Master, also known as the Spirit of the Mountain Tide, is one of the major totem spirits worshipped by the Sequoia natives, along with the Spirit of the Tide, the Spirit of Gulang and the Spirit of the Sea of ​​Trees.

Of course, from the perspective of the imperial people, these totem spirits are just some rare intelligent beasts. The weak are only the first energy level, and the powerful ones are only the second energy level. They are not too rare, at least because they have wisdom , can communicate with humans, so it is more difficult to deal with.

But it is different from ordinary totem spirits.

With the title of 'mountain master', the totem master beast worshipped by the natives is far more powerful than the same class.

They are not only cunning and difficult to deal with, but also have a long lifespan, strong vitality, and even great potential. They can advance to the third energy level and become the 'alien monsters' and 'lair masters' that are difficult to destroy even by the army. '.

The reason why Viscount Grant was thinking was that he was thinking about this dangerous possibility.

The mountain master and several other totem spirits were defeated by his father, the old viscount who led the imperial immigrant group to develop here and established Harrison Harbor and led a group of knights, and even killed them. one head.

The spirit of the mountain tide was also almost beheaded. If the natives hadn't madly blocked it with human lives, the monsters in the swamp would not even have a chance to escape back to the swamp to sleep.

But this does not mean that the opponent is weak - both the old Viscount and Sir Yam's teacher were severely injured in that battle. The former, as an elite knight at the peak of the second energy level, died early five years after the war. The victim was even more poisoned, and he died when he returned to the city.

"Want to use human life to pile up to the third energy level? Think beautifully."

Thinking of how old his father looked when he entrusted Port Harrison to him, Viscount Grant sneered, raised his head and said to the knight: "Yam, prepare the guards and alchemy cannons tomorrow, so that the cooperative tribes can escape."

"And the day after tomorrow, I want to see all the outlying tribes of the indigenous people burned to ashes - all the way to the foot of the Elephant Bone Mountain!"

After Yam nodded, Viscount Grant turned back and looked at Lamar, the financial officer on the other side: "How about it, can the finances of the port support it?"

"The salaries and pensions are all within the budget." The young financial officer with red medium-length hair and a soft face hugged the document, lowered his head and said softly, seeming to be a little shy: "It's just the consumption of the alchemy artillery... The gap is a bit big, pan-crystal. Because sand and gunpowder dust are strategic materials, the control of the imperial capital is relatively heavy... Until the assistance of the imperial capital arrives, it will not last for a few days."

His eyes were red, giving people a strange warm feeling, and he was quite gentle, but no one underestimated him, but listened carefully to the young man's speech.

"Leave the gap to the next."

Yimur of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance is a sturdy, slightly fat man with an empty head and a big beard. After hearing Lamar's words, he stood up very skillfully, patted his chest to cover the consumption: " Only by attacking the natives can there be unimpeded business routes. They dared to destroy the village this time, and I can’t even think about what they will dare to do next time!”

"Leave the maintenance to me." Elder Pude said familiarly: "It's the rainy season, the shells must be dry, and the ammunition can also be loaded with a little more accelerant, so that the forest can also burn in the rain. ."

The alchemy cannon is a product modified by Elder Pude with dwarf craftsmanship. It can exert different effects according to the different alchemy potions loaded. This is also the real main work of the White People in Harrison Port.

"That's it." Viscount Grant was quite satisfied.

Everyone present, except that Lamar is a 'newcomer' who has only joined in the last ten years, are old partners who have cooperated with each other for more than 30 years. Although they are not so united, they wear the same pants when facing the indigenous people. .

Next, everyone discussed the specific details for a while. The deployment of materials and the supply line for the next battle need to be determined in advance.

This time, they were not a surprise attack, but a strong attack when the natives were prepared. Naturally, they needed to be fully prepared.

After the corresponding process is determined, the meeting ends, and everyone leaves one by one, ready to do their own work.

However, when Elder Pude was about to leave, he was stopped by Viscount Grant.