High Above

In the evening, the lake forest on the east side of Harrison Port suddenly experienced violent shocks. At first, the hunters around were panicked, feeling like an earthquake, but soon even the city noticed something strange.

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 thunder 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 was transmitted from afar.

After getting dressed in a hurry, he asked the red-haired woman beside him to tidy up. Viscount Grant activated the source quality and flew to the top of the Viscount's mansion, looking at the violent turmoil in the lake and 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 one doesn't know him. He's completely unfamiliar, but he doesn't look like an aborigine either."

"Help who?"

Lamar frowned. The red-haired beauty straightened his collar for 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."

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

He turned his head and looked at the serious-looking 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 Wubai rated us as excellent, and also gave us his own seal by the way."

"If my father hadn't been 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 it, 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 battles between the nobles and the royal family have 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."

After giving the order like this, the Viscount reminded: "If we want to use bombardment later, we should turn off the video recorder in advance, saying that our energy source 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 to 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 country people, the whole process is too complicated, and 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 movement in the lake forest.

"It's fighting."

Taking a deep breath, the young man's heart sank, but because he had already prepared himself mentally, he didn't spend too much time thinking about it: "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 was mixed with blood, and it was 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 move."

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 crouched quietly in this dewy lake. It was covered with scars and scars, and there was a huge bombardment wound on its side.

The six eyes of the giant beast were closed tightly, as if in a 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 accumulated in its eyes, making it want to move.

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

On the top of the monster's head, surrounded by many solid thorns, an indistinct human figure that was about to melt into the flesh and blood of the crocodile slowly said: "We can't defeat either side."

The tired 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 Harbor."

Reluctantly, Crocodile roared in a low voice, and then Crocodile slowly closed 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 aura is gradually declining?"

lake forest.

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

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

However, it was Hilliard who looked more solemn.

"Haha, old man, are you out of stamina?"

Wiggs's bone 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!"

"call……"

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, without any wounds on his body, and even his coat is free from the muddy water stained in the battle, which is enough to prove that he is able to handle the previous battle with ease, unilateral crushing.

However, it was he who was weak in breath.

Wiggs' wounds were indeed severe—Hilliard pierced his chest bone plate, pierced his right lung, and another stab through his abdomen, severing several intestines and a kidney.

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

But for sublimators of the second energy level, such injuries will not affect their combat effectiveness in a short period of time at all.

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