Chapter 117: Strengths and Weaknesses (3/4)

   Chapter 117 Strengths and Weaknesses (34)

  In the evening, the lake forest on the east side of Harrison Port suddenly experienced violent shocks. At first, the hunters around were panicked and felt it was an earthquake, but soon even the city was aware of the abnormal situation.

The mighty smoke and dust soared into the sky like a volcanic eruption, pulling up a long line-shaped cloud wall on the ground. Even the heavy rain did not wash down the dust cloud immediately, and the metallic metal that oscillated in it Ming even echoes the thunder in the sky.

  Like a thunderbolt breaking out on the ground.

"what happened?"

  In his own bedroom, Viscount Grant immediately got up from the bed. He was frightened and angry at the moment, but it was impossible for him not to care about the source quality vibration that came from afar.

   Dressed in a hurry, and asked the red-haired woman beside him to tidy up, Viscount Grant activated the source quality, flew to the top of the Viscount's mansion, and watched the violent turmoil in the lake forest from a distance.

   At the same time, Sir Yam and Lamar also rushed to the Viscount's Mansion, and they obviously sensed that something was wrong in the distance.

   "Two earth sublimators at the peak of the second energy level are fighting..."

  When the Viscount descended from mid-air, he succinctly told his core team what he observed: "One may be the inspector knight, and the other doesn't know him. He's completely strange, but he doesn't look like an aborigine either."

   "Help who?"

   Lamar frowned. The red-haired beauty straightened the collar of Viscount Grant, and then said solemnly: "No matter what the trouble is, the envoy of the imperial capital cannot die with us...but it is best for him to die."

   "Indeed, it's best to die, but none of us will help."

  Yam Knight shook his head: "Who knows if this is the trouble caused by the Flowing Knight himself? It's not that they don't know the reputation of the patrol knights, and it's not surprising where they died."

He turned his head and looked at the solemn viscount: "A few scouts from the Tenglan Department came over just now, saying that Liuyin has found out that we are wooing the natives and partnering to deceive the imperial capital for assistance... He wants 800 talers, plus another five Bai gave us an excellent rating and gave us his own seal by the way."

   "If my father was not also a patrolling knight, I would have thought that this business has been so insatiable since ancient times."

  Viscount Grant clicked his tongue: "One thousand three talers, not much, I just don't know where he got such a character."

   "I am willing to give, but he may not be able to live."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to Lamar and said, "It's best not to help anyone. As long as we don't move, we can say that we don't know and didn't see it. If we really move our hands, we find that the other party is a certain big aristocratic faction." Where are the guards who came to kill us?"

   "The open and secret fight between the nobles and the royal family has nothing to do with mediocre country viscounts like me. They can fight as they like - we have to guard against the natives."

Speaking of this, Viscount Grant snorted coldly and looked at the smoke and dust in the distance: "Yam, go and call Pude up, mobilize the alchemy cannon, and anyone who dares to approach the city will bombard him. Don't forget the natives too. , send more scouts."

"Lamar, go and take out the video recorder in my secret vault and take a picture of all this. If the final result is that the Liuyin Knight is dead, send this video to the imperial capital through a private channel, saying that you don't want to disclose it. It was accidentally photographed by a private person with the same name."

  Given the order in this way, the Viscount reminded: "If we want to use bombardment later, we should turn off the video recorder in advance, saying that our energy is not enough here, and we need another batch of assistance."

   "Does it really work? The excuse is too poor. And doesn't this just expose us as photographers?"

Lamar will naturally follow Viscount Grant's instructions, but all these simple and absurd things that are almost child's play make him feel a little dazed: "That's it? And they need help? How can the imperial capital give us? Their envoys are all here. It's time for an attack!"

   "Don't think that politics is difficult, let alone this matter really has nothing to do with us."

  The Viscount shook his head: "We are countrymen, and the whole process is too complicated. The imperial capital will feel that there are ulterior motives."

   "By the way, remember to write us an excellent with that guy's seal."

  On the other side, Ian also noticed the movement in the lake forest.

   "It's fighting."

  Taking a deep breath, although the boy's heart sank, he didn't think too much because he had already prepared himself mentally: "It's the teacher and the knight... No matter who wins, I have to be prepared."

   Turning his head, he looked towards his brother's room and sighed: "But before that, Elan must be moved away."

  At this moment, the mist on Elan's body was still a dim scarlet.

   The pitch-black mist is confused with blood, and it is always difficult to fade away.

   It's not just the Viscount's Mansion and Ian.

  The indigenous side also noticed the turmoil in the direction of Harrison Port.

   "Shh...don't make any changes."

  At the bottom of the sea of ​​trees in the big redwood forest, in the huge underground cave, countless tree roots are knotted together, converging into a huge depression like a small lake, which is full of dew from the sublimation and transpiration of the tree roots.

  A huge crocodile dragon crawled quietly in this dewy lake. It was covered with scars and scars all over its body, and there was a huge bombardment wound on its side.

  The six eyes of the behemoth were closed tightly, as if in deep sleep, but with the shock of the battle in the distance, it suddenly woke up. Six pairs of red eyes stared into the distance. Pure animal anger piled up in its eyes, making it want to move.

   But a weak voice came from above the head, interrupting the action of the giant beast: "It is true that the imperial people are fighting among themselves...but it does not mean that we can take advantage."

  On the top of the giant beast, surrounded by many solid thorns, a blurry human figure that was about to melt into the flesh and blood of the crocodile dragon said slowly: "We can't defeat anyone."

  The weary but calm voice of the great shaman sounded: "Recuperation... the master of the mountain tide, the spirit of the tree sea is using his own source quality to heal your wounds, don't waste our kindness."

   "The spirits of Tenglan are also recuperating, we now... don't have the strength to fight Harrison Port."

   Reluctantly, Crocodile roared in a low voice before slowly closing its eyes again.

  But the figure turned its head sideways, and its eyes without pupils looked far away to the east.

"strangeness…"

  The body left behind by the great shaman Animu murmured to himself in some puzzlement: "Why is the breath of the weak and injured one stable..."

   "And the side that is completely suppressed, the breath is gradually declining?"

  Hulin.

  During the torrential rain, bursts of muddy mist spread, and the fighting figures were temporarily separated.

Once again, Weggs' attack was repulsed, and the old knight directly disturbed the opponent's center of gravity with just a simple stroke of the sword. Liuyin Knight's bone rock giant sword was almost dropped, and the whole person couldn't help but retreat to stabilize it. body, did not fall to the ground.

  However, it was Hilliard who looked more solemn.

   "Haha, old man, do you have no energy?"

  Weggs's bony armor was already shattered, and there were even several deep wounds on his chest and abdomen. Blood flowed out, staining half of the white armor red.

  But he laughed out loud instead, his dark green eyes were full of pleasure: "Teacher, if you didn't kill me ten minutes ago, it means you lost!"

   "Hoo..."

   Facing the arrogant declaration of the former apprentice, Hilliard did not respond, he just took a deep breath, his old face was full of exhaustion.

  The old man's tower-like body is still solid, there is no wound on his body, and even his coat is not stained with muddy water from the battle, which is enough to prove that he is able to handle the previous battle with ease and unilaterally crush.

  However, it was he who lost his breath.

  Weggs' injuries were indeed severe—Hilliard pierced his chest bone plate with a sword, pierced his right lung, and another sword pierced his abdomen, severing several intestines and a kidney.

For ordinary Terrans, this is considered a near-death injury, not to mention that Hilliard's sword hilt smashed Weggs' helmet just now. If the movement was released in advance, his brain had already been hammered to the point where nothing but a paste remained.

  But for the sublimation of the second energy level, such an injury does not affect the short-term combat effectiveness at all.

  But Hilliard's source quality fluctuations are getting weaker and weaker, and now it is almost impossible to maintain the bottom line of the second energy level.

  (end of this chapter)