High Above

The jungle along the river in the west of the city is wet and complicated, and the internal passages are fragmented and intermittent. Only the natives and wild beasts know how to walk in such a narrow and dark environment.

But as the Harrison Port army advanced, all the jungles along the way were cleared and burned. In just two months, there was no shadow of woods in the area ten miles above and below the banks of the Ewok River. They were all corroded and rotted with alchemy potions.

Water and soil erosion is a matter of the future. In the time of war, even if Viscount Grant is insane, it is absolutely impossible for the aborigines to use the jungle terrain to attack him.

And it was this wide field of vision that allowed Viscount Grant, who was still on the front line, to notice the sudden big storm in the distance immediately.

"It's this time?!"

Looking up at the torrential rain that had already begun to fall, the astonished Viscount Grant had known for a long time, based on various information from the coast, that the big storm should have occurred on a certain day in September or October...but theoretically speaking, before the storm came, , there should be some omens!

For example, extremely high rain clouds, overly brilliant sunsets, abnormal monsoons—there are frequent natural disasters on the continent of Terra, and similar signs have long been summarized into a manual, which Viscount Grant, who is the lord of the land, has memorized by heart.

But recently, none of this happened, so he dared to lead a team to attack and intercept the actions of a main brigade of the natives to sabotage the official way.

The entire Nanling Province is not just a city of Port Harrison. On the north side, there are two big cities, Three Rivers City and Nauman City, the capital of the province. There are also several indigenous tribes and mountain people in the northwest mountainous area. Autonomous Region - Lübeck, the mercenary leader of the port, is the warrior of the Mountain People Autonomous Region.

As the front line of the battle against the natives of the South Ridge Redwood Forest, Harrison Port blocked most of the pressure. Therefore, after knowing the start of the war, a steady stream of support caravans came along the imperial official road to provide supplies.

Even the imperial capital knew this, and the aid caravan that was about to set off added a batch of combat supplies and sublimation materials.

Backed by the entire empire, even if a large part of these support materials will be stolen by corruption in the middle, it is still better than the natives who have no supplies at all, right?

It's not that the aborigines don't know this truth, so they have been harassing the officials for the past half month.

Either attacking scattered small-scale caravans, or directly digging up the roadbed and pushing boulders to block the road. In short, the support from Harrison Port will never be allowed to arrive comfortably.

Even today, they were frantically trying to blow up a cliff and completely block a pass. Fortunately, Viscount Grant had expected it a long time ago and personally led a team to intercept the indigenous team carrying a large amount of crystal sand explosives.

But in fact, this is just a slap in the face—according to the information obtained from the interrogation just now, the large army of natives has crossed the pass and is heading towards a material transit town between Three Rivers City and Port Harrison in the north.

They want to completely destroy the transit town and cut off all support from Port Harrison.

"Go back now?"

On the other side, Elder Pude in battle armor asked. The white-haired old man's voice passed through the helmet and the rain curtain, and it seemed a little muffled: "In case of natural disasters, those natives must not be able to continue to attack. See how fast the rain clouds spread. Without turning back now, we must camp directly against the storm."

"Of course we withdraw. Even if the group of aborigines really knocked down Anmore Town, it would hinder our supply for about a month at most—even if there is no supply at all, we can still win."

Viscount Grant looked at the mountains and cliffs in the distant sea, and the barrier-like white cloud pillars. His tone calmed down, but with a hint of doubt: "But their luck is really good, they chose to launch a surprise attack today."

"If there is no big storm, we and the militia in Anmore Town will attack back and forth, and the main force of the aborigines will be bitten no matter what, and they will be much more stable in seven or eight years."

Speaking of this, the brown-haired nobleman felt a little regretful: "I missed the opportunity to completely defeat these savages."

Now that Viscount Grant had made a decision, the troops mainly led by the port guards naturally began to retreat slowly, dismantling the alchemy artillery on the position and putting them into boxes at an orderly pace.

Not to mention the blacksmiths and alchemists trained by Elder Pude, this basic skill is quite solid.

However, just when the troops were ready to retreat to the city in a tight formation in the storm, Elder Pude, who had been thinking about it just now, suddenly asked, "Is it really a coincidence?"

Hearing the old man's words, Viscount Grant turned his head to listen to the other party's opinion.

And the elder only used one word, which made the viscount widen his eyes: "Foresight Futaba."

——The quince of the sacred tree in the mouth of the Sequoia natives, it is said that it can temporarily predict the future direction and strengthen the sublimation of spiritual power.

The old man in armor looked at the nobleman, and Elder Pude said in a heavy tone, "Although we have never obtained it, we always think it is just a legend in the mouth of the natives."

"But what if it really exists? What if it really allows people to see the future briefly?"

"What if the old immortal great shaman used such a strange thing to predict the moment when the big storm will come, and that's why he arranged this series of plans?"

The Viscount was stunned.

Indeed, no one can be completely sure of the future direction, even if the prophets of the major sects can see, it is just some fragments or signs.

But just predicting the time of a storm... is not so incredible.

"Listen to the order! Stop moving!"

After taking a breath, he broke his mouth, and Viscount Grant ordered the troops to stop marching.

Immediately afterwards, this middle-aged man who looked to be only thirty or forty years old, a sublimator of the second energy level lit up with bright blue streamers all over his body, which revolved around him like a three-layer star ring, absorbing the surrounding energy. Moisture in a rainstorm.

The three layers of water rings formed a rotating disc under Viscount Grant's feet. The water rings rubbed against each other at high speed, generating a large amount of high-heat steam, which sprayed down rapidly.

As the steam propelled, the figure of Viscount Grant floated up, looking down at the rainy jungle in front of the troops.

Then, he drew his sword and slashed down in the air.

The water vapor in the atmosphere condensed as the viscount swung his sword, and a translucent water blade came out, turning into a dense stream of light, and slashed towards the dense forest below him.

Immediately, with a burst of noise, the big trees, vines, shrubs and weeds in the forest all fell down along the direction of the water blade, and the water droplets shot in mid-air were even extremely lethal, piercing through the tough leaves of the elm.

At the same time, all kinds of traps and means hidden in the forest were also exposed under the effect of this blow.

Bang, bang, bang—a series of low-pitched voices sounded, and in just a split second, large swathes of colorful and highly poisonous miasma could be seen rising from the dense forest, and then blown away by the storm.

"Is there a trap?!"

"When, why is there a trap on our way back?!"

But all the soldiers and guards were horrified. They were all elite fighters who were familiar with the native methods. They naturally knew the horror of this miasma. Even if they inhaled a piece of it, even if it only touched the skin, it would cause ulceration and emphysema. Terrible toxin!

——The road ahead can no longer be walked!

"Phew... It's really that the family is completely blocked, but the exposed poison traps, if the official shaman collects them himself, it will take more than half a month to barely collect them all."

The bright blue source quality aura flashed all over his body, vaguely condensed into a wave-like shape, and Viscount Grant looked very solemn.

The high-level sublimated bloodline 'Abyssal Lizard Whale' endowed him with the ability to manipulate water flow and steam, just as the Lizard Whale breathes out mist and can cover an island with its breath when it emerges from the sea, he can already control the gushing steam at the second energy level Powered flight, volleying out the water blade propelled by high-heat steam, cutting off giant trees.

However, even he couldn't guard against all the traps along the way, and he didn't have enough source quality to continuously display his sublimation skills to open a safe path.

--boom!

At this moment, there was another explosion. Viscount Grant thought it was thunder, but soon realized something was wrong. He raised his head in mid-air and looked at Harrison Port in the distance, and he couldn't help being stunned again.

"My mansion!?"

A pitch-black column of smoke rose up, and although it was blown away quickly, with the eyesight of a sublimator, one could clearly see that the point of origin of the column of smoke rising due to the violent explosion was right around his home!

——The aborigines stole their homes!

"Damn it!"

Gritting his teeth and descending from mid-air, Viscount Grant said succinctly to Elder Purdue: "The natives have launched a surprise attack while we can't return to the city quickly. You guessed it right, they must have predicted the coming of the big storm, otherwise it would be impossible adventure."

"Go back?" the old man simply asked.

"I won't go back." The nobleman said with a grim expression, "He wants to make a surprise attack, so I will also make a surprise attack—obey the order, turn around, and march towards Anmore Town!"

Grant almost gritted his teeth and turned his head, looking in the direction of Anmore Town: "It's too late to go back now, there may be an ambush, since the natives want to steal our old bottom, we will steal their old bottom too!"

"Catch up with that group of bastards. Taking advantage of this storm, we will wipe out the main force of the natives in Anmore Town!"

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