Although it is located in the middle of Central Avenue, the City Hall facing Huaiguang Church is nominally the military and political center of Port Harrison.
But in fact, Viscount Grant's House is the real heart of the city.
A serious-looking middle-aged man came to the Viscount's Mansion. After handing over the two swords and a blunderbuss slung around his waist, he arrived at the conference 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 across his right eye and up to the corner of his mouth.
The city defense officer and peace officer of Harrison Port, Sir Yam was the apprentice of the knight under the old Viscount Grant. During the battle with the indigenous people, the teacher was shot to death by the poisonous sting of the totem spirit in order to protect the old Viscount Grant.
He grew up practicing martial arts with Viscount Grant, and became a sublimator with the support of Viscount Grant.
Both parties are master and slave, childhood friends, and comrades who have fought together in life and death.
Yam entered the conference room and found that he was the last one to arrive. Viscount Grant himself, the Viscount's staff and financial officer Lamar were already sitting in their seats, talking about how to provide disaster relief and gather surrounding villages after the indigenous attack.
details of the people.
Puder, the elder of the White people, and Imuel, the head of the Harrison Port Chamber of Commerce Alliance, were pointing at the map of South Ridge 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 repel mosquitoes, suppress epidemics, and can effectively dispel various shamanic spells of the indigenous people.
, as well as the other party’s curse that drives the spirit body.
Including himself, these five people are the five most powerful people in Harrison Port today.
And the real core is the Viscount.
"Yam, are you here?"
Seeing the arrival of his right-hand man and good friend, Viscount Grant, who had always had a sullen expression, relaxed a little.
He stood up and asked the knight to sit down: "What is going on? Tell us carefully."
"Related to pure sacrifice."
However, Yam did not sit down. Viscount Grant did not care, but as a polite knight, he would not relax until he finished reporting the information.
He came to the conference table and reported the report in a precise manner: "Thanks to Elder Pude for capturing the living people. The information he told and the information from our informants can corroborate each other - this attack by the indigenous people was mainly to rob the population, a large number of
Women and children were abducted and sent to the swamps of the redwood forest next to Elephant Bone Mountain."
"Normally, the purity sacrifices of the indigenous people only require a dozen people, and large-scale ones only require thirty-two people. They can gather them together through internal fighting. But this time, the scale of the purity sacrifices is unusually large. A rough estimate is that the captives
The number of people who left was more than 150, and the 110 people in Anpu Village near Brown Elm Forest were half killed and half kidnapped. The village has been wiped out."
"These people could no longer be rescued. When the informant reported, the natives had killed them all and thrown their bodies into the swamp."
Sir Yam's tone was dry and without any emotion, but the expressions of everyone including Viscount Grant changed slightly, and they were obviously shocked by the news.
"as expected!"
In addition to anger, there was also a trace of shame. Viscount Grant was indeed not a person who loved the people like a son, but he still had a sense of honor and disgrace at the very least. He felt as if he had been slapped hard by a native, and he said incredulously:
"But if they want to wake up the mountain master, they don't need to kill so many people!"
"Don't they understand that after killing so many people from the Empire, no matter how much I don't want to fight, I must retaliate equally!"
"They don't want to fight either."
Sir Yam said, he took out a thick brown elm leaf from his arms and handed it to Viscount Grant: "The twelve tribes who are leaning towards us said that they had nothing to do before the great shaman issued the summons order.
As we know - the indigenous people also felt that this action was very sudden and incredible, and even 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 Great Shaman's order is absolute."
"Why don't you die if you are old?"
Cursing in a low voice, Viscount Grant took the indigenous leaf paper letter. He read the content and frowned: "All the shamans gathered in Elephant Bone Mountain? The sea of trees is making noise? Are they going to launch a full-scale war? No,
It's just a gathering of shamans, the chiefs haven't been summoned yet..."
"It seems like a ritual."
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 briefly wake up once and protect the group of natives in the storm? Didn't it?
The injury must have worsened again.”
"This may be the reason why the number of people required for this purity sacrifice is exceptionally large."
Yam gave a possibility, and the Viscount fell into deep thought: "Could it be that the old immortal wants to awaken the mountain master and... make it go further?"
The Mountain Lord, also known as the Mountain Tide Spirit, is one of the several large totem spirits mainly worshiped by the Sequoia Aboriginal people, together with the Tide Spirit, the Drumming Spirit and the Sea of Trees Spirit.
Of course, from the perspective of the Imperial people, these totem spirits are just some rare intelligent monsters. The weak ones are only at the first level, and the powerful ones are only at the second level. They are not very rare, at most they are because of their wisdom.
, can communicate with humans, so it is more difficult to deal with.
But it is different from ordinary totem spirits.
With titles such as 'Mountain Lord' and worshiped by the natives, the totem master monster is far more powerful than its peers at the same level.
Not only are they cunning and difficult to deal with, but they also have long lifespans and strong vitality. They even have great potential. They can advance to the third energy level and become "monsters with different names" and "lords of lairs" that wreak havoc on a party and cannot be exterminated even by the army.
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The reason why Viscount Grant was meditating was because he was thinking about this dangerous possibility.
The mountain master and several other totem spirits back then were defeated by his father, the old Viscount who led the imperial immigration group to develop here and established Harrison Port, leading a group of knights, and even killed them with all their might.
One head.
The Mountain Tide Spirit was also almost killed. If the natives hadn't frantically used their lives to block it, the monster in the mire wouldn't even have a chance to escape back to the swamp and sleep.
But this does not mean that the opponent is weak - the old Viscount and Sir Yam's teacher were both seriously injured in that battle. The former, as an elite knight at the pinnacle of the second level, died early five years after the war, and the latter
The man was seriously poisoned and died after returning to the city.
"Want to spend your life to reach the third level? That's a beautiful idea."
Thinking of his father's old appearance when he entrusted Harrison Port to him, Viscount Grant sneered, raised his head and said to the knight: "Yam, prepare the escort and alchemy cannon tomorrow to keep those cooperative tribes away."
"The day after tomorrow, I want to see all the peripheral tribes of the indigenous people burned to ashes - all the way to the foot of Elephant Bone Mountain!"
After Yam nodded, Viscount Grant turned back and looked at Financial Officer Lamar on the other side: "How about it, can the port's finances support it?"
"Salaries and pensions are all within the budget." The young financial officer with medium-long red hair and a soft face held the documents in his arms, lowered his head and whispered softly, seeming a little shy: "It's just the consumption of the alchemical artillery... The gap is a bit big, and the pan crystal
Because sand and gunpowder dust are strategic materials, the control in the Imperial City is relatively strict...it will not last for a few days before the Imperial City's assistance arrives."
His eyes were red, giving people a strange feeling of enthusiasm, and he was quite gentle, but no one looked down upon him, but listened carefully to what this young man said.
"Leave the gap to me."
Yimul of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance is a sturdy, fat man with a bare head and a big beard. After hearing Lamar's words, he stood up very skillfully and patted his chest to cover up the consumption: "
Only by attacking the indigenous people can we have smooth trade routes. They dared to destroy the village this time. I can't even think of what they will do next time!"
"Leave the maintenance to me." Elder Pude also said in a familiar voice: "It's the rainy season, so the shells need to be dry. You can also add a little more accelerant to the ammunition to make the forest burn even in the rain.
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The alchemical cannon is a product modified by Elder Puder using dwarf craftsmanship. It can exert different effects according to the different alchemical potions loaded. This is also the real main work of the White People in Harrison Port.
"That's it." Viscount Grant was quite satisfied.
Everyone present, except for Lamar, who only joined in the past ten years, are all old partners who have cooperated with each other for more than thirty years. Although they are not so united, they wear the same pants when facing the indigenous people.
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Next, everyone discussed the specific details for a while. The allocation of materials and the supply line for the next battle need to be determined in advance.
This time they were not making a surprise attack, but attacking the natives while they were on guard. Naturally, they needed to be fully prepared.
After the corresponding process is determined, the meeting ends and everyone leaves in order to prepare for their own work.
However, when Elder Puder was about to leave, he was stopped by Viscount Grant.