Chapter 70: staggered

  Chapter 70 Staggered

  At the end of the horizon, a pure white smoke column shot straight into the sky.

  The rain clouds turned upside down like a mountain, covering the sky, spreading out in all directions.

There are dark purple lightnings flooding the clouds and mountains, while the golden-red rays of light rolling deep in the waves, the two colors are interlaced in mid-air, making the big storm that has formed in the distance like a carrier of flames and thunder, and the fiery rain is spreading across the southern coastal area of ​​Baisen lower.

  In the city in front of him, the black explosion smoke dissipated with the strong wind, so that even Ian, who was located on the coastal street in the east of the city, smelled a little gunpowder.

   "...It seems that the real target is over there."

   After a brief surprise, Ian quickly calmed down again.

  The target of the natives is the Viscount's Mansion, which is not difficult to understand. Whether they want to attack Viscount Grant's prestige, save his face, or rob treasures and resources, it is all normal.

   After all, the Viscount's Mansion is the only place where Ian can see the purple mist in Port Harrison!

   But the defense of the Viscount's Mansion is also very strict. When he and Elder Pude went there, he roughly wrote down the structure. Although it looked like an ordinary noble mansion, it was actually very suitable for defense, and the materials were very solid.

   Even though Viscount Grant himself was still leading the team at the front, it was very difficult for the natives to capture the mansion.

  Don’t look at the previous explosion, which looked terrifying, but in fact, at most, a section of the outer wall was blown down. It is impossible to destroy the small castle made entirely of monolithic stones.

   “Indigenous resolve needs reassessment.”

  Shaking his head, Ian noticed that the wind around him was getting stronger. There were already trolleys rolling on the street, and all kinds of messy stones and wood fragments were flying in the air.

  Although the storm has turned to the south, its aftermath is about to sweep across Harrison Port.

   "Go home first." He made a decision.

   same moment.

   "They started."

  Harrison Port, northeast of the city.

   This is where Oceana and Ian originally lived, and it is also an area that has not been fully repaired after the big storm ravaged eight years ago. On both sides of the street today, in addition to the ruins created by the storms of the past, there is another fire ruin.

  In a dilapidated house that looked like it was half-damaged, but the internal structure was actually reinforced, the red-haired mercenary leader put down the dilapidated corpse of an indigenous hunter in his hand.

  He lightly said to his subordinates who were fully armed on both sides and wearing light armor: "It is the same as the news we heard before, this group of natives will attack the Viscount's Mansion when a big storm comes."

The mercenary leader Lübeck has dark skin and a sickly thin figure, but his dark green eyes always give people a kind of fierce and indifferent emotionless, and his strength and actions are also in line with everyone's stereotypes of him Impression—this is an extremely dangerous and bloodthirsty man.

  The blood dripping from his hands, and the corpse of an elite hunter whose whole body is not intact is a clear proof.

   But for these subordinates who have been bloodied together for many years, Lübeck's tone is quite peaceful: "Today is a rare opportunity. You go to the Viscount's Mansion to help the master guard his garden. Don't follow me."

   "As long as you block these Sequoia people, Master Grant will give you enough rewards to make you rich enough to settle in Port Harrison."

  Heavily armed, the mercenaries who knew about the aboriginal raid a few days ago looked at each other, and one of them was brave and couldn't help but ask: "Boss, what about you?"

"where did you go?"

  The red-haired mercenary didn't answer the subordinate's questions immediately. He stared at the storm in the far sea and the dissipating black smoke in the center of the city.

   After a while, he calmly said: "It has nothing to do with you."

   Staring at the dark street in the storm with his green eyes, the man whispered to himself: "The next thing is personal grievances."

   "Guy Grant, what good things do you have?"

  City center, the Chamber of Commerce Center just a few streets away from the Viscount's Mansion.

The president of the chamber of commerce, Yimur, stood sideways by the window, with only half of his head exposed, carefully observing the movement outside: "The whole big redwood forest and all the ministries have poured out - drawing a wind-following totem requires a cup of blood from wing-tailed monkeys , to draw dozens of pieces at once in a short time, it would be enough to kill at least seven or eight heads."

  He said bitterly: "It's too wasteful!"

  The other guards standing in front of the window, holding bows and crossbows on guard, glanced at each other and shrugged. They have long been used to their immediate superiors feeling sorry for things that do not belong to them.

This middle-aged man with a smooth head and a round figure holds a thick alchemy gun in his hand. It looks like a metal cylinder with a handle. Chassis with intricate circuits of inscriptions engraved on it.

  The alchemy gun is so powerful that one shot is enough to knock down a stone wall. It is not an exaggeration to call it a small cannon. However, unlike artillery with sufficient energy supply components, it is difficult to supply energy, has insufficient battery life, and is difficult to fire continuously.

Although the capital of learning has already developed simple gunpowder firearms and shells, which can fire dozens of rounds in a row, and the small revolver that is carried with them is very popular with the elderly and noble ladies, but with the physique of all creatures on the continent of Terra, the simple Gunpowder is used as a driving force, and its lethality is too low. If you want to hunt giant beasts and monsters, you must add an alchemy module to charge the warhead to cause considerable damage.

   "Forget it, I guess the old Grant snatched something good from the natives back then."

After thinking for a long time, Yimur couldn't think of any treasures that Viscount Grant had that could make the Sequoia natives so fanciful, he shook his head: "We just need to keep our own share - this is a good political achievement, to protect the land under the situation of the Nanling natives' massive invasion. The Chamber of Commerce will not suffer any losses. Guys, our promotion and year-end bonus this year will depend on this battle!"

"Oh!"

  Hearing the year-end award, all the guards immediately cheered.

  It is different from the relaxed atmosphere at the chamber of commerce.

   On the other side, the city center, the Viscount's Mansion, the situation is much more critical.

   "Stand back, enter the house, go upstairs!"

   At the outer wall of the Viscount's mansion that had been bombarded by explosives, Finance Officer Lamar was giving orders loudly at this moment, ordering the guards whose formation had been scattered to retreat into the house to defend.

A hunter rushed over quickly, intending to behead him, but the handsome red-haired civil servant's eyes were fixed. He held a long sword and took the lead in slashing horizontally. Cut off the opponent at the waist.

   Immediately, blood mixed with stinky visceral mucus splashed all over his body, and Lamar spat out a mouthful of blood and took advantage of the situation to retreat.

   While retreating, he saw several hunters who wanted to join forces to attack together, at least to chase him who was retreating, but he was forced back by the crossbow arrows fired by the guards behind him.

   "Nice job!"

Back in the Viscount's mansion, he looked a little happier, and praised the nervous guards: "Don't worry, the Viscount's mansion was originally designed as a small castle, and the outer walls and load-bearing columns are supported by inscriptions. The natives can't use so many explosives to break through here. "

Although he killed a hunter neatly and neatly before, Lamar's figure was quite thin and petite compared with the tall guards around him. His long soft red hair was drooping on his shoulders due to the rain and blood. There was evil spirit in those scarlet eyes, and he looked like a delicate beauty with red lips and white teeth. It was no wonder that the native wanted to behead this seemingly weak commander just now.

   "Stop the bleeding first!"

  The guards are very familiar with this financial officer. When they saw Lamar's shoulder injury, they hurriedly looked for a hemostatic bandage, but the red-haired beauty shook her head: "No need, forget that I am a red citizen?"

  He looked sideways at his injured shoulder. For some reason, the place where he had been cut just now had healed, but the toxin had seeped in, and purple poisonous blood sacs swelled up.

   "Purplethorn poison?"

Lamar frowned, took out a knife from his waist, and cut open the blood bag on his shoulder, causing the festering, foul-smelling poisonous blood to flow out—then, visible to the naked eye, the cut wound began to fasten and heal, and after several In a breath, it returns to its original appearance.

   Not even a scar.

The surrounding guards all exclaimed—Purplethorn poison is a poison that can corrode the blood and muscles of ordinary people. Even if it is cured, the place where the poison spread will be sunken, creating terrible scars, and it is absolutely impossible to completely heal .

  Many of the guards who fought against the native elites retired because of this poison. Although they could still live normally, they lost the ability to fight.

   But this is the self-healing power of the Red People.

  Chalk, red blood, black iron, gold. These are the four major human races without physical characteristics, but they all have special potential inside.

  White is good at psionic energy, red blood has strong regenerative ability, black iron has a strong body, and the people of gold are extremely adaptable.

  Theoretically speaking, despite the name of the Sequoia native barbarians, in fact, the Sequoia people are just the people of gold who have fully adapted to the jungle environment.

   Some scholars have done experiments and brought a group of jungle natives to live in the interior of the plains. As a result, there was no intermarriage and mixed blood. In the past three generations, the descendants of the 'natives' were very similar to normal plains people, and there was no difference at all.

  Similarly, the mountain people and the sea descendants are essentially the people of gold or part of the people of iron—the people of iron and the people of gold are "ordinary humans" in the popular sense of the world of Terra.

  However, even for the Red People, Lamar's self-healing power and detoxification speed are still somewhat extraordinary.

   "Continue to go upstairs. It will take some time for the Viscount to come back. You go to the second floor terrace, you and you, follow me, we go to the top floor to set up a defense line, and we must guard the residence at all costs."

  After treating the wound, Lamar continued to command. Most of the guards obeyed the instructions, but the person assigned to the balcony on the second floor had a look of embarrassment: "There are the viscount's favorite flowers on the terrace... and sublimation plants..."

"Don't worry about it, I planted it." Lamar said without hesitation, "Whatever it takes, do you understand? Just step on it, if you think eating those few Ningxin grass will help you defend your offensive, then go ahead eat."

   Without further nonsense, he led the team to the top floor, and Lamar took over the telescope from the other guards.

  The wind and rain were extremely severe. If they hadn't all put on armor, they would have been blown away. The distance is blurry, but you can still roughly see the situation around the street not far away.

   "Have all the surrounding towers been taken down?"

Seeing that the lights of the surrounding towers had dimmed, the red-haired financial officer couldn't help but raise his brows. Although he had expected it, he didn't expect that the natives' actions would be so exaggerated that they even used pan-crystal gunpowder: "Those guys, they have said countless things. The smuggling of strategic materials is not allowed this time, and all of them will be hanged and hanged next time!”

  Correct decision, but now is not the time to think about the list of hangings in the future—in the telescope, accompanied by the stern wind, several figures in coir raincoats appeared on the top floors of the surrounding buildings, confronting them from a distance across the huge wind and rain.

at the same time.

   Putting on his armor, Viscount Grant, who was outside the city, looked at the southern sea in a daze: "Storm?"

   "It's actually this time?!"

  (end of this chapter)