In the evening, the lake forest east of Harrison Port suddenly experienced violent vibrations. At first, the surrounding hunters panicked, thinking it was an earthquake, but soon even the city noticed something strange.
The vast smoke and dust rose into the sky like a volcanic eruption, pulling up a long linear cloud wall on the earth. Even the heavy rain did not immediately wash down the dust cloud, and the metal interlacing vibrations in it were not washed down immediately.
The sound echoes the thunder in the sky.
Like thunder bursting across the earth.
"what happened?"
In his bedroom, Viscount Grant immediately stood up from the bed. He was frightened and angry at the moment, but the vibrating source of matter from far away made it impossible for him not to care.
After hurriedly putting on his clothes and asking the red-haired woman beside him to tidy up, Viscount Grant activated his source of energy and flew to the top of the Viscount's Mansion, overlooking the violent vibrations in the lake and forest from a distance.
At the same time, Sir Yam and Lamar also hurried to the Viscount Mansion, and they obviously noticed something was wrong in the distance.
"Two earth sublimators at the peak of their second energy level are fighting..."
When the Viscount descended from mid-air, he briefly and concisely told his core team what he had observed: "One may be the patrol knight, and the other is unknown to him and is a complete stranger, but he doesn't look like a native either."
"Help whom?"
Lamar frowned. The red-haired beauty adjusted Viscount Grant's collar, and then said solemnly: "No matter what the trouble is, the envoy of the imperial capital cannot die here... but it is best if he dies."
"Indeed, it would be best to die, but none of us will help."
But Knight Yam shook his head: "Who knows if this is the trouble caused by the Liuyin Knights themselves? It's not like everyone doesn't know the reputation of their patrol knights, so it wouldn't be surprising if they died anywhere."
He turned his head and looked at the solemn-looking Viscount: "A few scouts from the Tenglan tribe came over just now and said that Liuyin had discovered that we were wooing the natives and collaborating to deceive the imperial capital for assistance... He wanted eight hundred talers, plus
Wubai assessed our writing excellence, and also gave us his seal."
"If my father hadn't been a watchman knight, I would have thought that this profession would have been so greedy since ancient times."
Viscount Grant clicked his tongue: "One thousand and three thalers, not much. I just don't know where he got such a person."
"I am willing to give, but he may not be able to live."
After speaking, he turned to Lamar and said: "It's best not to help anyone. As long as we don't move, we can say we don't know and didn't see it. If we really take action, we find that the other party is a certain big noble."
Where are the guards who came to silence me?"
"The overt and covert fighting between their nobles and the royal family has nothing to do with me, an ordinary country viscount. They can fight however they like. We have to beware of the natives."
Having said this, Viscount Grant snorted coldly and looked at the smoke in the distance: "Yam, go and call Pude up, mobilize the alchemy artillery, and shoot whoever dares to approach the city. Don't forget about the natives as well.
, send more scouts."
"Lamar, go take out the video recorder in my secret vault and take a video of all this. If the final result is that Liuyin Knight dies, send this video to the Imperial Capital through a private channel. Just say 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 artillery bombardment later, we should turn off the video recorder in advance and say that we don't have enough energy here and we need another batch of assistance."
"Does it really work? The excuse is too lame. And doesn't this just expose us as photographers?"
Lamar will naturally follow Viscount Grant's instructions, but all this is so simple and absurd that it is almost child's play, which makes him feel a little confused: "That's it? And we need help? How can the imperial capital give it to us? Their envoys have all met here.
It’s time to attack!”
"Don't think politics is difficult, let alone this matter really has nothing to do with us."
The Viscount shook his head: "We are from the countryside, and if we make things too complicated, the imperial capital will think that we have ulterior motives."
"By the way, remember to use that guy's seal to write us a thank you."
On the other side, Ian also noticed the movement in the lake forest.
"The fight started."
Taking a deep breath, the young man's heart sank, but because he had already prepared himself mentally, he didn't think too much time: "It's the teacher and the knight... No matter who wins, I have to be prepared."
Turning his head, he looked at 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 color.
The dark mist is mixed with blood and never fades away.
It’s not just the Viscount House and Ian.
The indigenous people also noticed the unrest in the direction of Port Harrison.
"Shh... don't move."
At the bottom of the sea of big redwood trees, in the huge underground cave, countless tree roots are knotted, converging into a huge depression like a small lake, which is filled with dew that sublimates and evaporates from the tree roots.
A huge crocodile dragon was crawling quietly in the dew lake. Its body was covered with scars and devastation, and there was a huge bombardment wound on its flank.
The giant beast's six eyes were closed tightly, as if it was in a deep sleep. However, as the battle in the distance shook, it suddenly woke up. Its six pairs of red eyes stared into the distance, and pure animal anger accumulated in its eyes, making it want to move.
But a weak voice came from above the head, interrupting the giant beast's actions: "It is true that the Imperial people are fighting among themselves... but it does not mean that we can take advantage."
On the top of the giant beast's head, surrounded by many strong thorns, a vague human figure that was almost integrated into the flesh of the crocodile dragon slowly spoke: "We cannot defeat any party."
The tired but calm voice of the Great Shaman sounded: "Recuperate... The Lord of the Mountain Tide and the Spirit of the Sea of Trees are using their own essence to heal your wounds. Don't waste any of our good intentions."
"The Tenglan Spirits are also recuperating. We now...do not have the strength to fight Harrison Port."
Reluctantly, with a low roar, Crocodile Dragon slowly closed its eyes again.
But the human figure turned its head sideways, looking eastward in the distance with its pupilless eyes.
"strangeness……"
The remaining body of the great shaman Animu muttered to himself in confusion: "Why is the aura of the weak and injured one stable..."
"But the one who is completely suppressed is gradually declining?"
Lake Forest.
In the heavy rain, the mist dispersed by the muddy water spread, and the figures fighting fiercely were temporarily separated.
Once again, Wei Gesi's offensive was repulsed. The old knight just raised his sword in a simple move and directly disrupted the opponent's center of gravity. The Liuyin Knight almost lost his bone rock sword, and he couldn't help but retreat to stabilize himself.
The body did not fall to the ground.
However, it was Hilliard who looked more solemn.
"Haha, old man, you have no physical strength anymore?"
The bone armor all over Wiggs' body was completely broken, and there were even several deep wounds on his chest and abdomen. Blood flowed out, staining half of the white armor red.
But instead he laughed loudly, his dark green eyes full of joy: "Teacher, if you didn't kill me in the first ten minutes, it means you lost!"
"call……"
Faced with the arrogant declaration of his former apprentice, Hilliard did not respond. He just took a deep breath, his old face full of exhaustion.
The old man's iron tower-like body is still stable, and there are no wounds on his body. Even his coat is free of mud and water from the battle, which is enough to prove that he was able to handle the previous battle with ease and unilaterally crush him.
However, it was he whose breath was weak.
Wiggs's injuries were indeed serious. Hilliard's sword pierced his chest bone plate and penetrated his right lung. Another sword penetrated his abdomen, cutting off several intestines and a kidney.
For an ordinary Terran, this is considered a serious injury that is close to death, not to mention that Hilliard just hit the hilt of the sword, directly smashing Wiggs' helmet. If it weren't for the psychic ability, he could read some of the old knight's words.
The force was released in advance, and his brain had been hammered until nothing was left but a ball of paste.
But for a second-level sublimator, such an injury does not affect the combat effectiveness in a short period of time at all.
However, Hilliard's source of energy fluctuations has become increasingly weakened, and now it is almost unable to maintain the bottom line of the second energy level.