The jungle along the river west of the city is humid and complex, and the internal passages are fragmented and intermittent. Only natives and wild beasts know how to walk in such a narrow and dark environment.
But as Harrison's army advanced, all the jungles along the way were cleared and burned. In just two months, there was no longer any shadow of woods, not even wooden piles, in the ten-mile area on both sides of the Ewok River.
They were all corroded and rotten by alchemical potions.
Soil erosion is something that will happen in the future. During the war, even if Viscount Grant went crazy, there would be no way for the soil to use the jungle terrain to sneak attack on him.
And it was this open field of vision that allowed Viscount Grant, who was still on the front line, to immediately notice the sudden big storm in the distance.
“It’s actually this time?!”
Looking up at the heavy rain that had begun to fall, the astonished Viscount Grant had already known that, based on various information from the coast, the big storm should happen on a certain day in September or October... But theoretically, before the storm came,
, there should be some omens!
For example, extremely high rain clouds, overly brilliant sunsets, abnormal monsoons - natural disasters occur frequently on the continent of Terra. Similar signs have long been summarized in manuals, and as the lord of the land, Viscount Grant knows them by heart.
But recently, none of this happened, so he dared to lead a team to attack and stop a main force of the indigenous people from destroying official roads.
The entire Nanling Province is not just a city of Harrison Port. On the north side, there are two large cities: Trois-Rivières City and the provincial capital Nauman City. There are also several indigenous tribes and mountain people who have surrendered to the empire in the northwest mountains.
Autonomous Region - The mercenary leader of the port, Lübeck, is the warrior of the Mountain People Autonomous Region.
As the front line of the battle with the natives in the South Ridge Big Redwood Forest, Harrison Port blocked most of the pressure. Therefore, after learning that the war had begun, a steady stream of support caravans came along the imperial official road to provide supplies.
In fact, even the imperial capital knew this, and the aid caravan that was about to set out added a batch of combat supplies and sublimation materials.
Backed by the entire empire, even if a large part of these support supplies will definitely be stolen by corruption along the way, it is still better than the indigenous people who have no supplies at all, right?
The indigenous people are not ignorant of this truth, so in the past half month, they have been harassing the official road.
Either attack scattered small-scale caravans, or directly dig out the roadbed and push boulders to block the road. In short, they will definitely not allow the support from Harrison Port to arrive comfortably.
Even today, they were frantically trying to blow up a mountain cliff and completely block a pass. Fortunately, Viscount Grant had anticipated this and personally led the team to intercept the indigenous team carrying a large amount of crystal sand explosives.
But in fact, this was just an attack in the east - according to the intelligence obtained during the interrogation, the large indigenous troops had already crossed the pass and were heading towards a material transit town between Trois-Rivières and Harrison Port 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, who was wearing a battle armor, asked. The white-haired old man's voice passed through the helmet and the rain screen, and sounded a little loud: "In the event of a natural disaster, those natives will definitely not be able to continue the attack. Looking at the speed of the rain clouds spreading, we
If we don’t look back now, we have to camp directly to resist the storm.”
"Of course we withdraw. Even if that group of natives really capture Anmore Town, it will hinder our supply for about a month at most - even if there is no supply at all, we can still win."
Viscount Grant stared at the mountains and cliffs in the distant sea and the white cloud pillars like barriers. His tone calmed down, with just a hint of doubt: "But they are really lucky to launch a surprise attack today."
"If there had been no big storm, and we and the Anmore Town militia would have attacked from both sides, the main force of the indigenous people would have been bitten, and we would have been much more stable in seven or eight years."
Having said this, the brown-haired nobleman felt a little regretful: "I missed the opportunity to completely defeat these savages."
Now that Viscount Grant had made his decision, the troops, mainly the Port Guard, naturally began to retreat slowly, dismantling the alchemy artillery on the position and placing it in boxes at an orderly pace.
Apart from anything else, the blacksmiths and alchemists who were trained by Elder Pu De have very solid basic skills.
However, just when the troops were ready and ready to retreat to the city in a tight formation amid the storm, Elder Pudé, who had been thinking about it just now, suddenly said: "Is it really a coincidence?"
Hearing the old man's words, Viscount Grant turned his head and listened to the other person's opinions.
The elder only used one word, which made the Viscount open his eyes: "Foresee Futaba."
——The essence of the sacred tree spoken by the Sequoia natives. It is said that it can temporarily predict the future direction and strengthen spiritual vision and spiritual power.
The armored old man and the noble looked at each other. Elder Pude said in a serious tone: "Although we have never obtained it, we always thought it was just a legend among the natives."
"But what if it really exists? What if it really allows people to predict the future briefly?"
"What if the old immortal shaman used such a magical object to predict the moment when the big storm was coming, so he arranged this series of plans?"
The viscount was stunned.
Indeed, no one can be completely sure of the future direction. Even the prophets of the major sects can only see some fragmented fragments or signs.
But just predicting when a storm will come... is not that incredible.
"Listen! Stop moving!"
After taking a deep breath and speaking decisively, Viscount Grant ordered the troops to stop marching.
Immediately afterwards, this middle-aged man who looked to be only in his thirties or forties, a second-level sublimator, lit up bright blue streams of light all around, rotating around him like a three-layer star ring, absorbing the surroundings.
Water vapor in heavy rain.
Three layers of water rings formed a rotating disk at the feet of Viscount Grant. The water rings crossed and rubbed at high speed, generating a large amount of high-heat steam that rapidly sprayed downwards.
As the steam propelled him, Viscount Grant's figure floated up, looking down at the rainy forest in front of the troops.
Then, he drew his sword and slashed it 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 stream of light and slashing towards the dense forest beneath 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. The water droplets shot up in the air were even extremely lethal, piercing the tough leaves of the elm trees.
Likewise, the various traps and methods hidden in the forest were also exposed under the influence of this blow.
Bang bang bang - low sounds sounded one after another, and in just a moment, large areas of colorful poisonous miasma could be seen rising into the sky from the dense forest, and then being blown away by the storm.
"Is there a trap?!"
"When and why are there traps on our way back?!"
But all the soldiers and guards were all horrified. They were all elite warriors who were familiar with the indigenous methods. Naturally, they knew the horror of this miasma. Even if they inhaled a piece, even if it only came into contact with the skin, it would cause ulcers and emphysema.
Terrible toxin!
——The road ahead is no longer possible!
"Huh... It's true that all the money in the family is blocked. It's just that these poison traps were exposed. If the official shaman collected them personally, it would take more than half a month to collect them."
Bright blue source of spiritual light flashed around his body, vaguely condensed into the shape of water waves, and Viscount Grant looked extremely solemn.
The advanced sublimated bloodline "Abyss Lizard Whale" gives him the ability to control water flow and steam. Just as a lizard whale swallows mist and can cover an island with its breath when it rises from the sea, he can already control the thin steam at the second energy level.
Powered flight, volleying out water blades driven by high-heat steam, cutting through giant trees.
However, even he cannot be wary of all the traps along the way, nor does he have enough source material to constantly use his sublimation skills to open a safe path.
--boom!
At this moment, there was another explosion. Viscount Grant originally thought it was thunder, but he soon realized something was wrong. He raised his head in mid-air and looked at Harrison Port in the distance, and couldn't help but be startled again.
"My mansion!?"
A dark plume of smoke rose up. Although it was quickly blown away, with the eyesight of a sublimator, one could clearly see that the point where the plume of smoke rising due to the violent explosion occurred was right around his home!
——The natives stole their homes!
"Damn it!"
Lowering his teeth from the air, Viscount Grant said to Elder Puder in a concise and frightened tone: "The natives have launched a surprise attack while we are unable to return to the city quickly. You are right, they must have foreseen the coming of the big storm, otherwise
It’s impossible to take such a risk.”
"Go back?" the old man asked simply.
"I'm not going back." The noble looked a little ferocious: "If he wants to make a surprise attack, I will also make a surprise attack - listen to the order, turn around, and march towards Anmore Town!"
Grant almost gritted his teeth and turned his head and looked in the direction of Anmore Town: "It's too late to go back now, there might be an ambush. Since the natives want to steal our money, we will steal theirs too!"
"Catch up with those bastards and take advantage of this big storm to wipe out the main force of the natives in Anmore Town!"