High Above

Viscount Grant noticed the tear on Lamar's shoulder, and couldn't help frowning: "Did they hurt you? It seems that I shouldn't let that old bastard go so easily."

He really regretted deliberately holding back now.

"My lord... I am the Red People, this little injury is nothing." Trying to break free, he sighed, and Lamar was a little helpless: "I am busy now, and you have been walking with Clendelle recently. Is it near?"

"Do you care about this?" The Viscount said indifferently: "Honey, you know it's for your red people...not to mention, it's just because she looks like you—isn't it?"

"She's my cousin, of course she looks alike." Lamar replied bluntly, but then he sighed and softened his tone a little: "My lord, this time is really dangerous, if you hadn't prepared the wound medicine and crossbow in advance Pao, it is impossible to defend the Viscount Mansion...Why did the natives attack here?"

"It's normal for them to want revenge on me and my father."

Viscount Grant replied casually. He kissed Lamar on the forehead and signaled him not to ask further questions: "Don't think too much, it won't do you any good. Learn from Pude. Although he looks rough and straightforward, he never asks such questions. That's the real smart guy."

"If you want to be the leader of the Red People, you must learn from that wise old man in the future."

"Yeah." Lamar replied softly. He was already very tired after fighting for a day, and he didn't want to think too much now.

"Speaking of this."

Speaking of Purdue, Viscount Grant turned his head thoughtfully and looked towards the east of the city: "Who fired that cannonball? It really turned the tide of the battle. I have to commend those warriors."

at the same time.

In the wind and rain, Scott, who stumbled all the way, finally arrived at the Viscount's Mansion.

For the residents of Harrison Port, the war is over, and the storm will not cause too much damage in front of them who have been prepared.

Whether it is the dykes that have been prepared, or the shelters that each household has, and the reinforced houses, the losses can be reduced to a relatively low level...as long as there is no such thing as a totem spirit invading the city. In extreme cases, even a huge storm in the South China Sea cannot almost destroy half of the city as it did eight years ago.

The battle inside the city has come to an end, but outside the city, there are still some aftermath ripples.

Beside the official road between Three Rivers City and Port Harrison, a small group of natives were rushing through the woods.

The tall, scaly-skinned warrior leading the team had a heavy complexion, and half of the feather crown around his neck was burned off, which was enough to show the embarrassment of this chief who should be a certain Sequoia tribe.

Due to being flanked by the defenders of Anmore Town and the guards of Port Harrison, the seven official psychic shamans were even blocked by the Bishop Huaiguang alone. The meaning of coming down to fight, all scattered and fled.

The chief was lucky, because the raid was fast enough and the encirclement hadn't had time to take shape, so he and most of his elite men escaped.

"...I can only pray that the ancestor's plan to protect the Great Shaman will succeed..."

Thinking of the losses his tribe suffered because of this action, he couldn't help holding his breath in his heart: "As long as the sacred objects can be taken back, at least the warriors can rest in peace in the arms of their ancestors..."

But just when he was thinking wildly due to fear, exhaustion and fear, a ray of light suddenly lit up in the woods in front of him.

It was a fiery red sword light, even in the sudden wind and rain, it was still bright, like a red-hot iron sword in an iron furnace, the blade cut through the dark forest shadows, with a pungent sulfur smell pressing down on it!

This blazing blade is so eye-catching, even the exhausted chief reacted immediately, and immediately drew out the dagger at his waist to block—the sharp and piercing ringing sounded, accompanied by the tooth-piercing metal cutting With a sound, the chief's short knife was immediately cut with a huge gap, but he also took advantage of the situation to retreat, avoiding this fatal sword.

In the darkness, the red-haired and green-eyed mountain folk walked out slowly. The red-bladed Lübeck looked around all the natives indifferently, and then locked his eyes on the chief who was facing an enemy. His eyes became hot little by little. The five fingers of the hand and half sword are clenched more and more.

—he doesn't remember.

The mercenary whispered in his heart, not angry that the other party didn't recognize his expression.

Because of the many evildoers, it is doomed to be impossible to remember the father of every child he took away.

And he was about to forget it. Fifteen years later, he was about to forget his child's smile, the face of his enemy, his original determination, and the hatred that should not be forgotten.

—but so what?

At least for now, he still remembers.

Without the slightest hesitation, the mountain man let out a low shout, and stepped forward to charge forward. The blazing fire even evaporated the surrounding rainwater, causing the steam refracting the red light to spread in all directions.

And the native chief who didn't know why the other party ambushed him here also roared. He gritted his teeth and raised his short spear, and joined the hunters of his tribe to surround and kill the man in front of him.

After a few minutes.

"...The corpse's head is still intact, and it should meet the requirements of the Bishop."

Throwing the hand and half sword that had been twisted out of shape after cooling down, the still hot iron made a rattling sound when it touched the icy rain, and Lübeck let out a breath. He looked around in dilapidated condition. Carbon's many corpses.

The man grabbed the tall chief's hair, held the other's head, raised his head himself, and looked further north: "I don't know why the bishop knows who my enemy is, and why he helped me locate him... …never mind."

"Anyway, I can't figure it out."

Shaking his head slightly, Lübeck has never been a person with complicated thinking. He only knows that the result of selling himself to that Bishop Huaiguang is not bad, even quite good.

He has killed his enemies with his hands, converted to the 'Light of Huaiguang', and his subordinates will have a home - this is enough.

As for why the bishop did this, what was his purpose, and why did he need to hide his actions from Viscount Grant, secretly hunting for the head of such a big tribal chief...

Does he, Lübeck, look like someone who can figure these things out?

He even learned how to write his own name in recent years!

"It's time to report." Holding his booty, the man walked north.

Outer sea, around O'Dell Reef.

Hilliard stood on the edge of the storm's core area, looking up at the mighty, mighty pillar-like group of rain clouds gradually moving towards the south.

On the surface of the sea, although the tide is still raging, the abnormal eddies and lightning have disappeared—it is impossible to break through, and the spirit of the defeated tide and drum has already receded and returned to the depths of the sea, and Hilliard does not want to and has no strength Go deep into the sea and chase those two giant beasts.

"It will probably stop tomorrow morning."

Lowering his head, the silver light stream flickered, observing the transpiration heat in the sea, the old knight muttered: "Use the sea water to dissipate the accumulated heat... Is there something wrong with the original heat dissipation circulation system? But if you can't find the door, you can't find it past."

"Where is the entrance to the ruins?"

The old man couldn't help shaking his head slightly. He knew very well that even if he got the key, he had to find the official entrance of the ruins. Otherwise, he would go directly through the heat vent in the sea and just stew himself like a rib.

"Forget it, at least there's still time."

Hilliard didn't think too much about it. After all, this kind of thing can't be rushed: "Looking at the previous movement, it should be that the natives retreated."

He made up his mind and returned to the city.

The destruction in the city was not unexpected by Hilliard, and even the damage was limited to a small area next to the west of the city and the southern port area, which surprised him enough.

"It seems that the Grant family still hasn't lost their bravery. They have some skills, and they have lived up to their original trust..."

The old knight couldn't help muttering: "The Viscount's Mansion has been bombed and has not yet been breached? Did they prepare for it long ago?"

This thing is surprising enough.

But what shocked him the most was when he returned home and saw the crystal flesh in the hands of his disciples.

"Teacher? Are you back?"

Ian, who had just cleaned up the stagnant water in his home and had some dried meat before eating, had recovered a bit.

He raised his head to look at the surprised teacher, and couldn't help laughing: "Come and see, teacher, so far I haven't figured out what type of sublimation material it is and what it's useful for."

"I feel that this thing seems a bit extraordinary!"

The addition of the lord will be recorded after it is put on the shelves! It's not impossible to add more new chapters, but you have to wait until the right plot, please forgive me!