High Above

  Chapter 72 The Spirit of the Mountain Tide

   All tactical switchers, this is an unbreakable truth.

  Viscount Grant's voice echoed in the rainstorm, and no one asked how the imperial army in armor and carrying a large amount of luggage should catch up with the light-bodied natives.

  Because in front of them, a sublimator of the second energy level showed to everyone their powerful influence on the tactical and strategic level in addition to their own strength.

  With a solemn expression, Viscount Grant raised his hands, and with the sudden rapid heartbeat, something hard was breaking out from his shoulders, elbows and forehead.

   Those are spars shining with dark blue brilliance. The shape and distribution are like the elemental crystals all over the body of the Abyssal Lizard Whale, endowing him with the power to control water flow and steam.

  Buzzing—a deep humming sounded, like the cry of a whale.

   Layers of transparent ripples overflow from these crystals, and the powerful spiritual energy field begins to extend in the atmosphere, affecting the surrounding rain and airflow, and bringing it into the domain under its control.

  With the Viscount as the center, a semicircular 'water cover' with a diameter of hundreds of meters has begun to take shape.

  It wraps all the guards and supplies and shelters them in its own domain.

  —This is the power of high-level inheritance. Although it has not yet reached the third energy level, it can temporarily possess the power to control a certain level of psionic field by various means.

   And every sublimation person of the third energy level is a strong psychic person acquired through practice!

  Outside the water cover, the wind and rain are still violent, which can be called violent, but inside the water cover, the rain has become sparse and the wind has become weak, just like the drizzle that all Nanling people have long been accustomed to.

  The power of the giant whale in the abyss, which can produce thick fog and even storms just by breathing, is now displayed in front of everyone with the will of the sublimated person as the medium.

   "The wind is still too strong, can't it be completely reduced?"

  The elemental crystals on the forehead and arms were shining brightly. Viscount Grant estimated his consumption in his heart, and then said concisely: "Go forward, catch up with them, tear them apart, and destroy them!"

  Amidst the confident voice of Qi Qi, the troops reversed direction and started marching again.

  But it is different from the troops who almost started cheering when they saw their leader showing such a powerful sublimation power, with the confidence of victory.

  At this moment, Viscount Grant felt a little uneasy.

  —It’s said to be a house change, but is it really that simple?

   What if the great shaman even predicted that he would change his house?

  If the main force in Anmore Town is not all the main force, and the real elite of the aboriginals are all pressed into the city, then he will suffer a lot if he changes his home this time.

   Unless he turned around and headed for Elephant Bone Mountain after eliminating the native forces in Anmore Town... that might not be a loss.

  Although he knew that these were meaningless guesses and he was completely asking for trouble, Viscount Grant still couldn't help feeling worried...

   It's just that this worry is not serious.

  Because he still has a hole card that can reverse the situation, even if the big shaman predicts everything, he can't stop it.

  The thing that has been passed down from the ancestors to the present...the clan.

   "As long as the city defense army and Lamar can stop it for a while...it doesn't even need them to stop it, as long as I can stay undefeated for a while, I won't lose."

   Shaking his head slightly, the Viscount let out a breath and dismissed these distracting thoughts: "It shouldn't be difficult."

   Just as the main force of the port guards moved north, preparing to change homes with the natives.

  Port Harrison, west of town.

  The south side of Harrison Port faces the sea. There are five city gates on the east, west, and north sides, two of which face north and two face west. The military and civilians are mixed, and many troops are stationed in each.

   "Get ready to fight! The natives have sneaked into the city, beware of enemies!"

  At the northwest city gate, the squad leader with a red nose and black beard shouted loudly, ordering the soldiers to get ready.

  Although he usually sheltered those smugglers and traded with the natives at the default location, when a war really broke out, he bulldozed the original trading point and rebuilt the fortification in the first place.

To be honest, when Blackbeard saw the black smoke rising from the city center, his soul was scared away. Although he never allowed any kind of military supplies to be smuggled, the one who really allowed the smuggling was the Viscount himself, but the crystal sand The gunpowder was used by the natives to blow up the Viscount’s mansion. He must be responsible for it. The only way to survive now is to fight the enemy bravely and make more military achievements. In this way, even if he is really responsible for the blame and dies, at least his family can have some relief. gold.

   "Captain, the enemy is coming! The number is less than thirty, should it be a test?"

  The observer on the tower briefly reported the enemy's situation, and then was puzzled: "Strange, they didn't wear leaf armor, and they didn't bring bows and crossbows. They only had totems hanging on their belts...Captain! They started to approach!"

"what?"

  At the beginning, Blackbeard didn’t pay much attention to the aborigines who don’t wear armor or bows. Isn’t this sending them to death?

  But when he heard them approaching, the captain began to feel something was wrong.

  He quickly came to the city wall and looked down at the indigenous team not far away.

  —Indeed, there were less than 30 people on the other side. Not only did they not wear armor, they didn’t even wear any clothes at all. They looked like a stripped chicken in a storm, which was ridiculous.

But the strange thing is that each of these nearly naked indigenous warriors is quite tall, even among the imperial people, they are tall, over 1.9 meters, and the whole body is covered with black tattoos and oil paints, which is simply overwhelming. past their original color.

   "It shouldn't be..."

  Captain Blackbeard was puzzled. Such a strong native should only have the body shape of the warrior blood of the chiefs. Although the talented natives were cared for by shamans since they were young, and they were cultivated with special food, they also have such a physique.

  But each of them is a warrior who guards the ancestral land, and they can't easily leave the Elephant Bone Mountain. How could they come to attack the city and spend it on bows and crossbows?

   And their weapons...

   "Is it short knives and claw hooks? Are they going to attack the city physically?!"

As they got closer, Blackbeard could see clearly what the opponent was holding. It was the most ordinary climbing hook. Using this thing to attack the 10-meter-high city wall of Harrison Harbor was beyond ridiculous. , but sadly.

   But for some reason, his heart suddenly tightened.

  An extremely strong sense of unease made him immediately order: "Open the bow! Shoot them through!"

Puff puff!

  The city guards who had been prepared a long time ago opened their bows and shot. Due to the heavy wind and rain, most of the random arrows missed their targets, but the most accurate ones pierced through the chests, shoulders and thighs of the leading indigenous warriors.

   They should have died.

   But something frightening happened.

  The speed of the natives who were hit by the arrow did not slow down at all. On the contrary, they let out wild roars of different sizes, and then accelerated their charge.

  Obviously injured, but the speed is faster!

   "The life of the ancestors... flows in our blood... fighting is the destination... the destination is death..."

  Boom! A flash of lightning fell, and the suddenly bright light illuminated the faces of these natives—the black beard could see that their eyes were already filled with bloodshot eyes, and the eyeballs were spinning abnormally, and their bodies were full of knots of muscles, blood vessels and large tendons. Violent beating.

  These indigenous warriors are not so much strong as they are because there are some terrifying monsters in their bodies that want to get out!

  The natives who were shot by the arrow even began to sing, the singing was simple and primitive, with inexplicable desolation and tragedy: "Death is blood... blood is life..."

   "It's the soma stones...they're dead!"

Blackbeard's mind flashed through the terrifying legends that have been circulated among all the people of the Nanling Empire. Those selfless wild beasts who are not afraid of death, use their fists when their knives are broken, and their teeth when their hands are broken, can't help but start trembling instinctively , tremblingly exclaimed: "They are native berserkers!"

   He moaned in despair: "We're done..."

  —No matter what the situation is or what the situation is, when the aborigines send out these mortal berserkers to attack, the final outcome must be the death of both sides.

   "Life is anger...anger is battle!"

The berserker who has already swallowed the soma tree fruit core, circulated extremely high concentrations of excitatory substances and toxins to every corner of the body, his brain was almost drunk, and almost lost all brain functions. Adaptive diet, now barely retains a little sanity.

   Fight for sanity.

They chanted war songs instinctively, even though they were hit by arrows, they didn't realize it. The few leaders had already thrown their claws. The dagger rushed into the ranks of the city guards.

  The berserker was originally tall and tall, but now he was in a state of drunkenness, his body lifted all restrictions, and he crushed these city guards.

They didn't even need the knives in their hands. They just waved their fists and slammed into them with brute force, piercing through and tearing up all the soldiers of the empire. In a few breaths, they cleared a safe area at the city wall, allowing the follow-up berserkers to come and go. ascend the city.

  Facing these monsters, even the shield-raised city guards with long spears would be meaningless, and the extreme frenzy of indigenous warriors would not affect their actions even if their bodies were pierced by long spears.

  They even roared, and in turn used their muscles to clamp the gun head that had penetrated into their body, and then held the gun barrel with their backhands, and picked up the unprepared city guard in the opposite direction, fell in front of their eyes, and crushed their heads with one foot.

"what!!"

   In desperation, Captain Blackbeard raised his spear to pierce the heads of the berserkers in front of him. This was the only way to kill them immediately.

   But the berserker just laughed crazily, then stretched his arms and rushed towards him, biting the gun head.

Even though Blackbeard's spear pierced through the mouth, pierced the enemy's head, and the back of the head was opened with blood rushing wildly, the berserker who had already died of drunkenness was still alive. He crushed the barrel of the gun violently, and finally stretched out his hand, using the muscles and blood vessels to explode, and the big blue-black hand grabbed Heibeard's neck.

  —click.

  The sound of bones being crushed sounded at the city gate.

   In less than ten breaths, the northwest gate was breached and the defenders were all wiped out.

  The southwestern city gate is facing the Ewok River and the redwood forest, the most heavily guarded place in Harrison Port.

   "Enemy attack!"

  The soldiers guarding this place vaguely heard the war song and dying cry from the wind, but they didn't have the slightest energy to devote to their comrades: "Where's the artillery?! Hurry up and fire the alchemy artillery!"

  The commanding captain gave orders in a hoarse voice, but everything was submerged in a deathly silence, only the rattling of teeth trembling with fear could be heard.

  Because the monsters they faced were more terrifying than Berserkers.

  It is now completely night, even the glow above the rain clouds at the top of the sky has completely disappeared, and the storm and lightning are intertwined in the darkness, making the sky and the earth full of noisy thunderstorms.

  However, in such darkness, there was a more profound and huge black shadow gradually approaching, and the sound of low footsteps resounded, causing the earth to tremble.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Three pairs of scarlet eyes shone with a palpitating light in the rainy night. They streaked across the air, leaving streaks of red light.

  Boom!

  The thunder exploded, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the true face of the shadow.

  What a majestic and terrifying beast that is...

  Six pupils and six legs, covered in scales, and covered with sharp and strong stone spines, the long tail touched the ground when it flicked, causing the surrounding rocks and soil to vibrate.

   And the long crocodile reveals its true identity.

  —The mountain lord who has been worshiped by the aborigines for 150 years, the totem named the spirit of the mountain tide, the nightmare in the hearts of the first generation of Harrison Port residents, the rumored giant beast that is only one step away from the monster with a different name...

  The **** red eyes of the mountain lord, the swamp crocodile stared mercilessly at the low city gate. It stood in front of the city gate, even taller than the city gate!

   Immediately afterwards, the giant crocodile opened its huge mouth full of fangs, and the sticky saliva came with a pungent rotten stench.

  In the terrified wailing of the defenders at the southwest gate of Harrison Port, despair spread.

  Just because the crocodile dragon opened its mouth, but slowly closed it again.

   "Kacha—"

  The sound of rock smashing sounded, and then, there was a loud roar of the city wall collapsing!

   Cracked the city gate and knocked it down, the majestic behemoth raised its head, its six eyes stared at the prosperous city in front of the wind and rain, as if it could see the lush jungle a hundred years ago.

   "Huh..."

   With a low moan, the revived mountain tide spirit finally returned to his long-lost hometown after decades.

  The owner of the mountains and marshes once again set foot on the land that he once ruled for a hundred years.

  (end of this chapter)