Above The Sky

In the evening, there was a sudden violent shock in the lake forest located east of Harrison Harbor. At first, the surrounding hunters panicked, feeling that it was an earthquake, but soon even the city was aware of the abnormal situation.

The mighty smoke and dust soared into the sky like a volcanic eruption, pulling up a long one-line cloud wall on the ground. The sound echoes the thunder in the sky.

It was like a thunderstorm bursting out on the ground.

"what happened?"

In his bedroom, Viscount Grant immediately got up from the bed. He was furious at the moment, but the source quality vibration from a distance made it impossible for him to ignore it.

After getting dressed in a hurry, he instructed the red-haired woman beside him to clean up.

At the same time, Ser Yam and Lamar also hurried to the Viscount House, and they obviously sensed something was wrong in the distance.

"Two earth sublimators at the peak of the second energy level are fighting..."

When the Viscount descended from mid-air, he succinctly told his inner team what he had observed: "One might be the patrol knight, and the other didn't know him, completely unfamiliar, but he didn't look like an aboriginal either."

"Help whom?"

Lamar frowned, the red-haired beauty tidied up the collar of Viscount Grant, and then said solemnly: "No matter what the trouble, the messenger of the imperial capital can't die with us... But it's better for him to die."

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"Indeed, it's best to die, but none of us can help."

However, Knight Yam shook his head: "Who knows if this is the trouble caused by the Rumour Knight himself? It's not that everyone knows the reputation of their patrol knight, and it's not surprising where they died."

He turned his head and looked at the awe-inspiring Viscount: "Just now, a few scouts from the Tenglan Department came over and said that Liuyin had found out that we were winning over the natives and partnering to deceive the imperial capital for assistance... He wants 800 talers, plus Five hundred gave us an excellent rating, and by the way, he gave us his seal."

"If it wasn't for my father who was also a patrolling knight, I would have thought that this industry has been so greedy since ancient times."

Viscount Grant snorted: "One thousand and three talers, not much, just don't know where he provoked such a person."

"I am willing to give it, but he may not live."

After he finished speaking, he turned to Lamar and said, "It's best not to help anyone. As long as we don't move, we can say that we don't know and haven't seen it. If we do, we find out that the other party is a certain great noble. What about the guards who came to kill him?"

"The open and secret battles between their great nobles and the royal family have nothing to do with me, a mediocre country viscount. They can fight whatever they like - we also need to guard against the natives."

Having said that, Viscount Grant snorted coldly and looked at the distant smoke: "Yam, you go and call Pude, mobilize the alchemy artillery, whoever dares to approach the city, blast him. Don't forget the natives. , send more scouts."

"Lamar, take out the video camera in my secret library and record all this. If the final result is that the Streaming Knight is dead, send this video to the imperial capital through private channels, which means that you don't want to disclose it. It was accidentally filmed by a private person with the name."

After giving such an order, the Viscount reminded: "If we want to bombard it later, turn off the video recorder in advance, saying that we have insufficient energy here, and we need another batch of assistance."

"Does it really work? The excuse is too poor. And doesn't that reveal that we are photographers?"

Naturally, Lamar would do as Viscount Grant asked, but all these simple and absurd child's play made him feel a little dazed: "That's it? And help? How could the imperial capital give us, their messengers are all met here with us. 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 the whole thing is too complicated, but the imperial capital has ulterior motives."

"By the way, remember to write us a favor with that guy's seal."

On the other side, Ian also noticed the movement of Lake Forest.

"It's fighting."

Taking a deep breath, although the boy's heart sank, he didn't have much time to think about it because he was already mentally prepared: "It's the teacher and that knight... No matter who wins, I have to prepare."

Turning his head, he looked at his brother's room and sighed: "But before that, Alan has to be moved away."

At this moment, the mist on Elan's body was still a dim scarlet color.

The dark fog was confused with blood, and it was always difficult to dissipate.

Not just Viscount and Ian.

The indigenous side also noticed the turmoil in the direction of Port Harrison.

"Shh...don't move."

At the bottom of the sea of ​​trees in the big redwood forest, in the huge underground cave, countless tree roots are knotted together, forming a huge depression like a small lake, which is full of dew that sublimates and transpires from the roots.

A huge crocodile dragon quietly crawls in this dew lake, its body is covered with scars and scars, and there is a huge bombardment wound on its flank.

The giant beast's six eyes were tightly closed, like a deep sleep, but as the battle vibrated in the distance, it suddenly woke up, six pairs of red eyes staring into the distance, pure animal anger accumulated in its eyes, making it want to set off.

But a weak voice came from overhead, interrupting the action of the giant beast: "Indeed, the imperial people are fighting in the inner battle... but that doesn't mean we can take advantage."

On the top of the giant beast, surrounded by many sturdy thorns, an indistinct human figure that was about to merge into the flesh and blood of the crocodile dragon slowly said, "We can't defeat any one."

The tired but calm voice of the great shaman sounded: "Recuperate... The Lord of the Mountain Tide, the Spirit of the Sea of ​​Trees is using its own essence to heal you, don't waste our kindness."

"The Spirits of the Sky are also recuperating, and we... don't have the strength to fight Port Harrison right now."

Unwilling, with a low roar, Crocodile Dragon slowly closed his eyes again.

But the human figure turned his head sideways, and his eyes without pupils looked to the east.

"strangeness……"

The body left by the great shaman Animu said to himself a little puzzled: "Why is the breath of the weak and wounded stable..."

"And the side that is completely suppressed, the breath is gradually declining?"

lake forest.

In the rainstorm, the mist dispersed by the muddy water spread, and the figures of the fierce fighting were temporarily separated.

Once again, Weggs' offensive was repelled. The old knight just slammed the sword in a simple way and directly disturbed the opponent's center of gravity. The bone rock giant sword of the flowy knight almost let go, and the whole person couldn't help but retreat to stabilize. The body did not fall to the ground.

However, the one with a more solemn expression was Hilliard.

"Haha, old man, no physical strength?"

Weggs' bone armor was completely broken, and there were even several deep wounds on his chest and abdomen, and blood flowed out, staining half of the white armor red.

But instead he laughed loudly, and his dark green eyes were full of pleasure: "Teacher, if you didn't kill me in the first ten minutes, it means you lost!"

"call……"

In the face of the arrogant declaration of the former apprentice, Hilliard did not respond, he just took a deep breath, his old face was full of exhaustion.

The old man's iron tower-like body is still stable, there is no wound on his body, and there is no muddy water stained in the battle even on his coat.

However, it was him who was weak.

Wiggs' injuries were indeed serious - Hilliard stabbed his thoracic plate and right lung with a sword, and another sword pierced his abdomen, severing several intestines and a kidney.

For ordinary Terrans, this is already considered a serious injury on the verge of death, not to mention the fact that Hilliard's sword hilt just shattered Weggs' helmet. The movement was unloaded in advance, and his brain had been hammered and only a lump of paste was left.

But for the ascenders of the second energy level, such an injury does not affect the combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

However, Hilliard's source quality fluctuations are getting weaker and weaker, and now it is almost impossible to maintain the bottom line of the second energy level.