High Above

Although located in the center of the middle section of Central Avenue, the city hall facing Huaiguang Church is the military and political center of Port Harrison in name.

But in fact, the Viscount Grant's Mansion is the real heart of the city.

A middle-aged man with a serious expression came to the Viscount's mansion. After handing over the double swords and a pistol at his waist, he arrived at the meeting room on the second floor under the guidance of his servants.

This man with gray hair and wearing a light leather armor has a dignified appearance, but his face has been weathered. There is an inconspicuous scar passing through his right eye and reaching the corner of his mouth.

The city defense officer and sheriff of Harrison Port, Sir Yam was the apprentice of the knights under the old Viscount Grant. During the battle with the aborigines, the teacher was shot to death by the poisonous stinger of the totem spirit in order to protect the old viscount. Viscount Grant grew up practicing martial arts together, and became a sublimator with the support of the Viscount.

The two sides are not only masters and slaves, but also childhood friends, and even life and death comrades who have fought together.

Yam entered the conference room and found that he was the last one to arrive. Viscount Grant himself, the viscount's staff and finance officer Lamar were already sitting in their seats, talking about how to provide disaster relief and collect surrounding villages after the aborigine attack. details of the populace.

Meanwhile, Pu De, the elder of Bai Zhimin, and Imur, the head of the Port Harrison Chamber of Commerce Alliance, were pointing at the map of Nanling hanging on the wall, not knowing what they were talking about.

The spacious hall is filled with fresh refreshing incense. The biggest effect of this expensive spice is not to make people energetic, but to expel mosquitoes, suppress plague poison, and effectively dispel various shamanic spells of the aborigines , and the other party's curse to drive the spirit body.

Including myself, these five people are the five most powerful people in Port Harrison today.

And the real core is that Lord Viscount.

"Yam, are you here?"

Viscount Grant, who had been sullen all the time, eased a little when he saw his right-hand man and his friend arriving.

He stood up and called the knight to sit down: "What's going on? Tell me."

"It's related to pure sacrifice."

Yam didn't sit down, and Viscount Grant didn't need to care, but he, as a ceremonial knight, would not relax until he finished reporting the information.

He came to the conference table and reported the report in a serious manner: "Thanks to Elder Pude for capturing the living, the information he said and our informant's information can be confirmed by each other - this indigenous attack is mainly to plunder the population, a large number The women and children were taken away and sent to the redwood forest near the Elephant Bone Mountain."

"Usually, the pure sacrifice of the natives only needs a dozen people, and the large one only needs 32 people. They can make up their own internal fighting. But the scale of the pure sacrifice this time is unusually large. Roughly estimated, the captive More than 150 people left, and 110 people from Anpu Village near Brown Yulin, half were killed, half were taken away, and the village has been wiped out."

"These people can no longer be rescued. When the informant reported, the natives had already killed them all, and their bones were thrown into the inner marsh."

Sir Yam's tone was dry and emotionless, but everyone, including Viscount Grant, changed their expressions slightly, obviously shocked by the news.

"as expected!"

In addition to anger, there is also a hint of shame. Viscount Grant is indeed not a person who loves the people like a son, but at least he has a sense of honor and disgrace. He felt as if he had been slapped severely by the natives, and he said in disbelief: "But they don't need to kill so many people to wake up the Mountain Lord!"

"Don't they understand, killing so many imperial people, no matter how much I don't want to fight, I have to take revenge!"

"They don't want to fight either."

Sir Yam said, he took out a rather thick brown elm leaf from his bosom, and handed it to Viscount Grant: "The twelve tribes who tend to us said that they had nothing to do with it before the great shaman issued the summoning order. I know—the natives also feel very sudden and unbelievable about this action, and even feel very disgusted, because they have adapted to the various commodities, tools and refined salt we sell, and cannot bear the interruption of trade."

"But the orders of the Great Shaman are absolute."

"Why don't you die if you are old?"

Cursing in a low voice, Viscount Grant took the native leaf paper letter. He read the content and couldn't help frowning: "All the shamans gathered in the Elephant Bone Mountain? The sea of ​​trees is making noise? Are they going to start an all-out war? No, It's just that the shamans are gathered, and the chiefs have not been summoned yet..."

"It seems to be a ceremony."

The Viscount raised his head and asked doubtfully: "The old monster has been sleeping for more than forty years, and it is indeed recovering from its injuries... But eight years ago, didn't it wake up briefly to protect the group of natives in the storm? The injury must have worsened."

"This may be the reason why the number of people required for this pure sacrifice is extremely large."

Yam gave a possibility, and the viscount fell into deep thought: "Could it be that the old man wants to wake up the mountain lord and at the same time... let him go one step further?"

The Lord of the Mountain, also known as the Spirit of Mountain Tide, together with the Spirit of Rising Tide, the Spirit of Gulang and the Spirit of Tree Sea, is one of the major totem spirits worshiped by the Sequoia natives.

Of course, from the perspective of the people of the empire, these totem spirits are nothing more than some rare intelligent monsters. The weak ones only have the first energy level, and the powerful ones are only the second energy level. , can communicate with humans, so it is more difficult to deal with.

But it is different from ordinary totem spirits.

With the title of "Mountain Lord", the totem master monster worshiped by the indigenous people is far more powerful than the same level.

Not only are they cunning and difficult to deal with, but they also have a long lifespan and strong vitality. They even have great potential. They can advance to the third energy level and become "alien monsters" and "lords of the lair" that are raging on one side and are difficult to destroy even by the army. '.

The reason why Viscount Grant was contemplating was to think about this dangerous possibility.

The mountain lord and several other totem spirits were defeated by his father, the old viscount who led the imperial immigration group to establish Port Harrison and led a group of knights, and even beheaded them desperately. one head.

The spirit of the mountain tide was also almost beheaded. If the natives hadn't frantically blocked it with their lives, the monster in the swamp would not even have the chance to escape back to the swamp to sleep.

But this does not mean that the opponent is weak—both the old viscount and Sir Yam’s teacher were severely injured in that battle. The former, as an elite knight at the peak of the second energy level, died early five years after the war, and the latter The victim was poisoned deeply, and died after returning to the city.

"Want to pile up human lives to reach the third energy level? It's a good idea."

Thinking of his father's old appearance when he entrusted Port Harrison to him, Viscount Grant sneered, raised his head and said to the knight, "Yam, prepare the guards and alchemy cannons tomorrow, so that those cooperative tribes can avoid them."

"And the day after tomorrow, I want to see all the outlying tribes of the aborigines burned to ashes—all the way to the foot of the Elephant Bone Mountain!"

After Yam nodded, Viscount Grant turned back and looked at the financial officer Lamar on the other side: "How about it, can the port's finances support it?"

"The salaries and pensions are all within the budget." The young financial officer with red mid-length hair and a soft face hugged the document, lowered his head and said softly, as if a little shy: "It's the consumption of the alchemy cannon... the gap is a bit big, pan crystal Since sand and gunpowder dust are strategic materials, the controls in the imperial capital are relatively strict...it won’t last for a few days before the aid arrives from the imperial capital.”

His pupils were red, giving people a strange feeling of enthusiasm, and he was quite gentle, but no one underestimated him, but listened carefully to the young man's speech.

"Leave the gap to the next."

Chamber of Commerce Alliance Yimur is a muscular and fat man with a hollow head and a big beard. After hearing Lamar's words, he stood up very skillfully and patted his chest to cover the consumption: " Only by attacking the aborigines can there be unimpeded trade routes, they dared to destroy the village this time, and I dare not think about what they will do next time!"

"Leave the maintenance to me." Elder Pude also said familiarly: "It is the rainy season, the shells must be kept dry, and a little more combustion accelerant can be added to the ammunition, so that the forest can burn even in the rain. .”

The alchemy cannon was modified by Elder Purdue with dwarf technology, and it could exert different functions through different alchemy potions loaded. This is also the real important job of the White People in Port Harrison.

"That's it." Viscount Grant was quite satisfied.

Everyone present, except for Lamar who joined in the last ten years, are all old partners who have cooperated with each other for more than 30 years. Although they are not so united, they wear the same pair of pants when facing the indigenous .

Next, everyone discussed the specific details for a while. The deployment of materials and the supply line for the next battle need to be determined in advance.

This time they are not a surprise attack, but a strong attack when the natives are prepared. Naturally, they need to be fully prepared.

After determining the corresponding procedures, the meeting ended, and everyone left one by one to prepare for their own work.

However, when Elder Purdue was about to leave, he was stopped by Viscount Grant.