Chapter 183 Various martial arts, this is the Musketeers! (2/3)
The vast forest west of Harrison Port is where the redwood natives used to live.
Back then, the indigenous people were spread across every corner of the forest. There were thousands of different kinds of miasma and poisonous insects hidden inside the seemingly harmless woods. Even people who were indigenous but not from the same tribe would find it difficult to move forward.
So Viscount Grant chose to use artillery bombardment.
No matter how much money is spent or how much price is paid, Viscount Grant will definitely use ordinary gunpowder artillery to plow the land once against the indigenous people, and then use alchemy artillery to strike several times at fixed points before letting the escort team start to mobilize. It is difficult to have extra population.
For border immigration areas, people are far more important than money.
Decades have passed, and the jungle west of Harrison Port is basically filled with new trees growing up, and all the ancient miasma and poisonous insects have been swept away.
When the natives were defeated six years ago and their sphere of influence was greatly reduced, this forest area, which had been raided many times but had not yet been completely included in Harrison Port's sphere of influence, was called the 'infield'.
The forest area where the natives had evacuated, but where many miasma poisonous insects still remained, was called the "outer wilderness".
Ian often went hunting in the wild, and his prey ranged from wild boars, deer, rabbits, squirrels to small beasts with heads like bats and four legs that he couldn't even figure out what they were.
Even the mosquitoes are not spared.
These are all to enrich the database of silver chips.
Yes, enrich the database.
Ian discovered that the silver chip did not recognize all types of living things. What it called identification was actually relying on Ian's sensory organs to observe, extract knowledge from its database, perform analytical analysis, and then obtain the results.
Thinking about it carefully, this chip is at least 1,600 years old. It has witnessed the collapse of Shuoyue. No matter how meticulous the original data entry person was, it was impossible to advance the natural elimination and evolution of more than a thousand years later.
All kinds of animals, plants and insects are recorded.
The more the silver chip is identified, the richer the information it contains and the more effective the various information it provides.
But the more this happened, the more Ian felt that it was unlikely that this thing was the creation of a pre-epochal civilization.
Its function is too powerful, and it is definitely not something that can be made by partial science... So far, all the creations of pre-era civilizations that Ian has seen are inconsistent with its style.
But Ian doesn't care too much about these things.
In the final analysis, if there is a good thing, use it and you don't need to think too much about its origin.
Redwood forest, outfield.
Hanging the high-pressure water gun on his waist and casually carrying a two-tal fine iron long sword from the blacksmith's hand, Ian walked in the airtight forest outside, looking around for traces of prey.
He came to hunt.
Most of the beasts in the inner fields are small roe, rabbits, birds and rodents whose specific names are unknown. Catching them can fill your stomach, but if you want to really get a big harvest, you have to go to the outer fields without being tortured.
Looking for it in the ecosystem.
Ian is now deep in the outfield.
There is a thick layer of fog hanging in the forest, like a slightly dirty gauze. You can vaguely see some black trees hidden under the fog, as well as some latent fog spiders whose veins cannot be seen at all in the fog.
spider web.
The Latent Mist Spider is a giant spider that is highly venomous and has the potential to become a magical beast. It is generally the size of a human head. The venom is corrosive. The spider web is not very tough, but the viscosity is very high. If you are not careful, it will cause people to move.
Out of balance, he rolled around in the dense forest and was wrapped in more spider webs, resulting in subsequent spider bite poisoning.
The Warcraft-level Hidden Mist Spiders are one step further, and they are the Rotting Shadow Spiders that used to live in the depths of the indigenous sacred land of the Mist Mountain Forest. Therefore, their materials are also quite valuable, whether they are magic potions, poisons, or alchemical potions.
But Ian's target is not them.
"Sure enough, as soon as I left the city, there were indigenous spies following me."
At this moment, Ian, who had turned on his precognitive vision and silver chip, could see all the creatures in the entire miasma. Even the spiders and natives who were constantly moving around could not see it more clearly than he could.
After Ian left the city, he noticed that a group of natives had discovered him, and then several people immediately turned back and reported the news to their lair.
It was obvious that the natives had a plan against Ian, but he couldn't figure out what exactly it was.
"Is it possible that Patrick is looking for trouble again? If so, their actions were too fast and they were able to cooperate so quickly, which proves that the natives also hate me."
Ian is not surprised by this at all. After all, he was the one who defeated the Swamp Crocodile and made the Great Shaman's invasion plan fail... Viscount Grant can deceive ordinary people, but as a witness to the battlefield at that time, the Great Shaman
Man absolutely knows who his real enemy is.
Moreover, for the natives, a mere 'Wanderer' like himself is really an easy target to kill.
Ian looked at them the same way.
"After shopping for so long, no matter how free and undisciplined the natives are, it's time to do so."
Just as Ian thought, soon, batches of crimson lights and shadows flooded into the precognitive vision.
Moreover, Mist Light and Shadow all carry an object that can give Ian a sense of danger.
The young man stopped and stood on top of the decaying tree roots in a clearing in the mist-filled mountain forest.
And more and more indigenous hunters are gradually surrounding them.
For a moment, the entire outdoor fog forest fell into an eerie silence. Only the wind blowing through the forest and making the branches and leaves sway was the only sound in this strange environment.
Everyone is almost here.
After confirming this, Ian nodded slightly and took a step forward.
"spread."
He spoke the words, and the source of essence circulated. The surrounding water mist and miasma were immediately shaken and dispersed, and all the liquids dispersed and subsided in accordance with the young man's voice.
The power of the Wavesinger can control the water flow with sound...but only when pushing the ship, continuous singing is required.
Usually, just the sound waves of a few words are enough to accomplish many things.
With Ian's clear drink, the water mist subsided, and the fog in the forest faded visibly to the naked eye. The many indigenous people hiding around Ian, as well as the mist spiders they cultivated, all appeared as the fog miasma dissipated.
They did not panic because they lost their concealment. The expressions everyone looked at Ian were filled with hatred, almost to the point of fanatical determination.
And when they appeared, Ian couldn't help but be surprised.
"Grass."
With his eyes wide open, Ian saw rows of obviously very well-made fire guns in the opponent's hands, even alchemical fire guns, and he couldn't help but feel an incredible absurdity: "Aboriginals also use firearms?! Or such a sophisticated active version of alchemy?" firearm!"
"And it's not the imperial standard... it's a brand new style that I've never seen before!"
Now Ian found out what could cause a possible life crisis to him who was unprepared... But one question was answered, and one or more new questions appeared.
Where did these firearms come from? When did the Aboriginals obtain them?
as well as……
"These firearms are much newer than those in Harrison Port. It seems that the style of Flying Flame Land is worthy of research."
A silver-green halo lit up in his eyes, and Ian, who originally planned to lure the snake out of its hole to see what was going on, was now completely motivated.
The firearm that the native aimed at him seemed to have materialized. The young man could clearly feel that the opponent had aimed at his forehead, heart, arms, shoulders and legs, without any blind spots.
These people are the best hunters, and with the Terran people's innate abilities, they can quickly transform into the best gunners.
So Ian held the sword in his right hand and clasped the high-pressure water gun at his waist with his left hand, looking with burning eyes at the natives who had their hands on the trigger.