Chapter 52: Assault

  Chapter 52 Assault

  Slowing down the speed, I came to a shoal after low tide. Ian looked over the breathing hole in the sand and saw a razor clam lurking in the sea sand, a shellfish that looked like a bamboo tube.

This kind of shellfish is rich in nutrition and delicious. It inhabits the soft tidal flats near the sea. It will dig caves and escape immediately if there is an abnormality. Therefore, even if it is very delicious, it is difficult to catch it if you are not familiar with it. .

  Although it is said that the razor clams can be drawn out by sprinkling table salt into the cave, but in this era of Terra, high-purity table salt is much more expensive than seafood that can be picked up everywhere.

  The razor razor clam that Ian regarded as the target was thick and white in mist. Among the ordinary ingredients that are not sublimated materials, it is considered the top-level type. It is also more than 30 centimeters long and very fat.

Taking out the small shovel that he carried with him, Ian dug straight towards the place where the razor clams were. The razor clams in the sand felt that something was wrong, but Ian's shovel came too fast and accurate, and he took it out of the sand in one breath. dug out, not even the nose of the razor clams.

   Throw this razor clam into the small bucket in your hand. There are already many shells, crabs and smaller razor clams in the bucket.

  Seafood, although it has no fat, has a lot of high-quality protein. As long as it is eaten with meat, it is an excellent exercise material.

  Every time Ian goes out for training, he will bring back such a bucket of seafood. After all, with his psychic power, it is easy to find materials for sublimation, let alone a rush?

  When using the precognitive vision to perceive the things in the sea, Ian even observed the 'blue' mist several times. The mist representing the rare sublimation material jumped through the sea, which often made him feel sorry.

  If he grows up a bit and can swim in the sea to catch up with sea fish, these materials will be his further resources.

   "I'm not in a hurry."

Looking up, Ian saw a sea fish made of dark blue mist swimming in the sea. After Hilliard's intensive supplementary lessons in recent days, he can already roughly distinguish that the giant sea fish, which is about half a meter long, is exactly The Warcraft 'Tide Fish King' required to advance to the low-level true form 'Wavesbreaker'.

   The tidal fish king is the leader of the tidal fish school, a mutated monster-level sardine. The fish school is not a group of monsters, but compared with ordinary sardine schools, there must be a monster-level fish king in a tidal fish school.

As long as the fish king's brain and fish bones are ground and swallowed, and digested in the sea tide, you can become one of the most simple sublimation real forms for entry into the "wave breaker", step into the realm of sublimation, and the ordinary fisherman As a result, he will become the captain of a big ship, and will be welcomed and treated by every port and voyager.

  Because the advanced method is so simple, the strength of the fish king is actually no different from that of a large herring, so catching the fish king is not inconceivably difficult, but it is the prey that every fisherman dreams of and wants to catch.

   "The tide is about to rise."

  The appearance of the tidal fish king means that the tide is about to rise. Ian saw that the sea water was about to rise, so he picked up the bucket and prepared to go home.

   Counting the harvest in the barrel, he nodded with satisfaction: "Today's harvest is good, you can cook a pot of seashell soup."

   Speaking of seafood, Ian is actually quite emotional.

In today's Terra, all kinds of seafood are a kind of embarrassing food because they lack fat and cannot supply the calories needed by manual laborers such as fishermen and farmers. Only salmon has a lot of fat. fish are more popular.

  Even though it is rich in nutrition and popular among middle and upper class people, it can only be made into dried food and then sold because the preservation method is too expensive.

   After stopping, Ian felt that his whole body was soaked in sweat and moisture from the sea breeze.

The effect of this exercise was very successful. He already felt a slight tingling sensation from all over his body, from the muscles of the body to the limbs. The inner side of the flesh and blood is produced in a continuous and continuous manner, supporting the boy's continuous intense exercise for hours.

  Ian can sense that the virtual source seed is running in the heart, and it is transporting a steady stream of essence essence, which flows into every corner of the body with the surge of blood, healing damage and strengthening the body.

  Although the body shape has not changed much, Ian is very clear that the 'density' of his body is increasing.

   "The me now should have met the requirements of Mr. Hilliard."

  Ian came to the beach and looked at Harrison Harbor not far away. Next to it is Bai Zhimin's oyster breeding factory, and there are guards patrolling, which is quite safe: "My physical fitness can already complete a complete breathing guidance."

   "In this way, the source seed can be perfectly shaped."

  After Hilliard's repeated verifications, Ian's improved source seed structure is excellent, and only a few small details can be optimized to make it smoother.

But this source seed is too complicated, and it takes a long time to condense, and the condensed source seed itself is extremely violent, and it is necessary to mobilize the movement of the whole body's blood and source matter. With Ian's previous physical fitness, it does not mean that it cannot be successful, but there are It is very likely that the shock will pass halfway through.

  Hilliard naturally couldn't let Ian take risks, so he had the training in the past few days.

Feeling that his physical strength has improved a lot, Ian was in a happy mood. He saw a palm tree growing along the coast, and he reached out to climb it. Even with a bucket in one hand, he climbed to the tree with ease. top.

  Watching the gradually setting sun from the top of the tree, Ian couldn't help showing a sincere smile.

Although the body in the previous life has been genetically modified, its quality is far stronger than that of the current children, but at that time Ian stayed in space all year round, facing some giant engineering equipment, giant spaceship engines, any movement would be earth shaking Shake, human power is small and fragile in comparison, how can there be such a feeling of being in nature now?

  But before Ian wanted to rest on the top of the tree and take a look at the scenery of the rising tide, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

  In the coastal woods not far away, there seemed to be unharmonious movements.

  If it was an ordinary person, even a seasoned hunter would not be able to distinguish whether it was the sea breeze blowing or the wild beasts running, but Ian was suspicious, so he directly opened the vision horizon to observe.

   Immediately, a familiar white mist figure appeared in front of his eyes.

   "Brin? Why is it still him?"

  Ian had doubts in his heart—he didn't feel how dangerous the other party was, but he felt a little ridiculous: "If you really want sleeping powder, you should go to home to find it... Does he think I will carry sleeping powder with you?"

  Of course, he actually brought a bag of sleeping powder as a protective item... But who would think of it?

  Ian couldn't figure out for a while whether the other party was on the second floor or the basement floor.

  Because Brin didn't have the image of taking the initiative, and Ian didn't bother to care about the opponent—with his current physical fitness, even if Brin was a strong adult, he might not be able to fight and run.

  Since he noticed that Brin was observing him that day, he went to Elder Pudd specifically once, told the situation, and mentioned the sense of crisis he felt by the way.

  Elder Pude listened carefully to the former, and said that he would warn Brin to restrain his petty thoughts.

   But the latter, the other party just smiled, saying that they had known for a long time that the aborigines would definitely make some big moves recently, and told Ian to be careful, and they were already prepared.

  Ian has serious doubts about this. He believes that Elder Pudd and the local governor must have already prepared relevant measures to deal with the indigenous people, but what they are preparing and what they are about to deal with must be different things!

  However, he is indeed only an eight-year-old child. Even if he proves that he is a psychic, how can there be any psychic power in this world that can truly preview the future?

   "Hey, worrying things keep coming."

  Thoughts were flying, so Ian was not in the mood to continue looking at the sea view. He shook his head and got up, ready to get off the tree and go home.

  But at this moment, in Ian's vision, the white mist on Brin's body instantly lingered with a layer of urgent bright red!

   Not only that, because his psychic power continued to be turned on for more than ten seconds, and the scope of the foreseeing vision continued to expand. Immediately, three gray-red figures lurking in the jungle emerged, and quietly approached Brin and himself!

   "Indigenous?"

   Sensing the danger approaching, Ian's heart tightened: "When did it come, and who is the target?"

  At this moment, he didn't have time to think about how the aborigines sneaked into the place so close to Harrison Port, and why they weren't discovered by the guards. Ian made a decisive decision and shouted: "Brin! There are aborigines 20 meters behind you!"

In the forest, Brin, who was hidden in the tree trunks and bushes, couldn't help being stunned when he heard Ian's voice. He didn't expect that Ian would be able to spot him when he observed from such a distance. It seems that the other party's spiritual power is stronger than he imagined. .

  But soon, after he heard the words clearly, a chill came up behind him, and his scalp tingled: "Indigenous?"

   "Behind me!"

   Before he had time to think about it, Brin turned his head decisively, and he immediately saw a black shadow rushing towards him with a gust of wind!

  Knowing that his sneak attack was smashed, the aborigines raised their knives and approached silently, shortening the distance by more than ten meters in an instant.

  At this moment, the man could even see that the rusty dagger in the opponent's hand was still stained with blood that hadn't been completely wiped off.

  The smell of stench and blood hits my face!

  (end of this chapter)