Above The Sky

The jungle along the river in the west of the city is wet and complicated, and the internal passages are fragmented and broken. Only the natives and beasts know how to walk in such a narrow and dark environment.

However, as the army of Port Harrison advanced, all the jungles along the way were cut down and burned. In just two months, there was no more shadow of the trees in the ten-mile area up and down the Iwok River, not even the wooden stakes. All corroded and rotted with alchemical potions.

Soil erosion is something that will happen in the future. In wartime, even if Viscount Grant loses his mind, it is absolutely impossible for the soil to use the jungle terrain to sneak attack on him.

And it was this empty field of vision that made Viscount Grant, who was still on the front line, aware of the great storm that suddenly broke out in the distance.

"It's actually this time?!"

Looking up at the torrential rain that had begun to fall, the stunned Viscount Grant knew for a long time that, according to various information on the coast, the big storm should have occurred on a certain day in September or October... But in theory, before the storm came , there should be some omen!

For example, extremely high rain clouds, excessively brilliant sunsets, abnormal monsoons—there are frequent natural disasters on Terra Continent, and similar signs have long been summed up into manuals.

But recently, none of this happened, so he dared to lead the attack to stop a main force of the natives from destroying the official road.

The entire Nanling Province is not only a city of Harrison Harbor. On the north side, there are two large cities, Sanhe City and the provincial capital, Nauman City. There are also several indigenous tribes and mountain people who have surrendered to the empire in the northwest mountainous area. Autonomous Region - Lübeck, the mercenary leader of the port, is the warrior of the Mountain People's Autonomous Region.

Port Harrison, as the front line for the battle with the natives in the Nanling Great Sequoia Forest, blocked most of the pressure. Therefore, after knowing the start of the war, a steady stream of support caravans came along the imperial official road to provide supplies.

Even the imperial capital knew about this, and the aid caravan that was about to set off added a batch of fighting supplies and sublimation materials.

Backed by the entire empire, even if a large part of these support materials will be corrupted and lost in the middle, it is still better than the natives who have no supply at all, right?

It's not that the indigenous side doesn't know this truth, so they have been harassing the officials for the past two weeks.

Or attacking scattered small-scale caravans, or directly digging up the roadbed and pushing big rocks to block the road, all in all, the support from Harrison Port will never be reached comfortably.

Even today, they were madly trying to blow up a cliff and completely block a pass. Fortunately, Viscount Grant had long expected that he personally led the team to intercept the indigenous team that carried a large amount of crystal sand explosives.

But in fact, this is nothing more than an attack on the west-according to the information just interrogated, the large force of the indigenous people has already crossed the pass and is heading for a material transit town between Three Rivers City and Harrison Harbor in the north.

They want to completely destroy the transit town and cut off all support from Port Harrison.

"Go back now?"

On the other side, the elder Pude in battle armor asked, the voice of the white-haired old man passed through the helmet and the rain curtain, and seemed to be a little loud: "In the event of a natural disaster, those indigenous people will definitely not be able to continue to attack, looking at the speed of the rain cloud, we will If you don’t look back now, you will have to camp directly to withstand the storm.”

"Of course withdraw. Even if the group of natives really knocked down Anmore Town, it would hinder our supply for about a month at most - even if there is no supply at all, we can still win."

Viscount Grant stared at the distant sea like mountains and cliffs, and the white cloud pillars like barriers, his tone calmed down, but with a hint of doubt: "But their luck is really good, they chose to launch a surprise attack today."

"If there is no big storm, we and the militia in Anmore Town will attack back and forth, and the main force of the indigenous people will be bitten no matter what, and they will be stable in seven or eight years."

Speaking of which, the brown-haired nobleman had some regrets: "I missed the opportunity to completely defeat this group of savages."

Now that Viscount Grant has made a decision, the troops, mainly the port guards, naturally began to retreat slowly, splitting the alchemy artillery on the position and placing them in the box at an orderly pace.

Those blacksmiths and alchemists who have been trained by Elder Pude do not say anything else, this basic skill is still quite solid.

However, just when the troops had been prepared and were about to retreat to the city in a tight formation during the storm, Elder Pude, who had been thinking about it all the time, suddenly said, "Is it really a coincidence?"

Hearing the old man's words, Viscount Grant turned his head and listened to the other party's opinion.

The elder only used one word, which made the Viscount open his eyes: "Foresee Futaba."

——The essence of the sacred tree in the mouth of the Sequoia natives is said to be a sublimated wonder that can temporarily predict the future direction and strengthen spiritual vision.

The old man in armor and the noble looked at each other, and Elder Pude said in a heavy tone: "Although we never got it, we always thought it was just a legend in the mouth of the natives."

"But what if it existed? What if it could briefly predict the future?"

"What if the immortal great shaman used such a strange object to predict the moment when the great storm would come, so he arranged this series of plans?"

The Viscount was stunned.

Indeed, no one can be completely sure of the future direction, and even the prophets of the major sects can see only a few fragmented fragments or signs.

But just predicting when a storm will come... is not so incredible.

"Listen to orders! Stop acting!"

After taking a deep breath, the opening was cut, and Viscount Grant ordered the troops to stop marching.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man who looked only in his thirties or forties, the second-level sublimator lit up with bright blue streamers all over his body, revolving around him like a three-layer star ring, absorbing the surroundings. Water vapor in a rainstorm.

The three-layer water ring formed a rotating disc at the foot of Viscount Grant. The water ring rubbed staggeredly at high speed, producing a large amount of high-heat steam, which was rapidly sprayed downward.

Pushed by the steam, the figure of Viscount Grant floated up and looked down at the dense rain forest in front of the troops.

Then, he drew his sword and slashed it down with a volley.

The water vapor in the atmosphere condensed with the action of the Viscount swinging his sword, and a translucent water blade came out, turned into a stream of light, and quickly slashed towards the dense forest below him.

Immediately, there was a commotion, and the trees, vines, shrubs and weeds in the forest all fell down in the direction of the water blade, and the water droplets shot in the air were even deadly, piercing the tough leaves of the elm tree.

In the same way, the various traps and means hidden in the forest were also exposed under the action of this blow.

Bang, bang, bang—a series of low-pitched voices sounded, and in just a split second, you could see a large, colorful, highly poisonous miasma rising from the dense forest, and then being blown away by the storm.

"A trap?!"

"When, why is there a trap on our way back?!"

But all the soldiers and guards are all horrified. They are all elite soldiers who are familiar with indigenous methods. Naturally, they know the horror of this miasma. Even if they inhale one piece, even if it only touches the skin, it will cause ulceration and emphysema. Terrible toxin!

——The road ahead, can no longer go!

"Huh... It's really all blocked, but the exposed toxin traps, if the official shaman collects them in person, it will take more than half a month to barely collect them."

A bright blue source of aura flashed around his body, vaguely condensing into a wave-like shape, and Viscount Grant looked extremely awe-inspiring.

The high-level sublimation bloodline 'Diving Lizard Whale' gives him the ability to control water currents and steam. Just as the lizard whale breathes mist, and the breath of the surface can cover an island, he can already control the spouting steam at the second energy level. Powered flight, volleyed out a water blade driven by high-heat steam, and cut off a giant tree.

However, even he couldn't guard against all the traps along the way, and he didn't have enough essentia to continue to use his sublimation skills to open a safe path.

--boom!

At this moment, there was another explosion. Viscount Grant originally thought it was thunder, but soon realized that something was wrong. He raised his head in mid-air and looked at Harrison Harbor in the distance, and couldn't help but be stunned again.

"My mansion!?"

The dark plume of smoke rose up, and although it was quickly blown away, the sublimator's eyesight could fully see that the point where the plume of smoke that rose due to the violent explosion occurred was around his home!

- The natives stole their homes!

"Damn!"

Gritting his teeth and descending from the air, Viscount Grant said to Elder Pude in a succinct manner: "The natives have already launched a raid while we can't return to the city quickly. You guessed it right, they must have predicted the coming of the big storm, otherwise It's impossible to take such a risk."

"Are you going back?" the old man asked simply.

"I won't go back." The nobleman looked a little grim: "If he wants to make a surprise attack, then I will attack too - listen to the order, turn back, and march towards Anmore Town!"

Grant turned his head almost gritted his teeth and looked in the direction of Anmore Town: "It's too late to go back now, there may be an ambush, since the natives want to steal our old foundation, we will steal theirs too!"

"Catch up with those bastards, and take advantage of this big storm, we will wipe out the main force of the natives in Anmore Town!"