Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 117: Ash from the Ice Hell (4/4, please subscribe for w word update!)

In the evening, the lake forest on the east side of Harrison Port suddenly experienced violent shocks. At first, the hunters around were panicked, feeling like an earthquake, but soon even the city was aware of the abnormality.

The mighty smoke and dust rose into the sky like a volcanic eruption, pulling up a long line-shaped cloud wall on the ground. The metal symphony echoes with the thunder in the sky.

Like a thunderbolt breaking out on the ground.

"What happened?"

In his own bedroom, Viscount Grant immediately got up from the bed. He was frightened and angry at the moment, but it was impossible for him not to care about the source quality vibration that came from afar.

Hurriedly dressed, and asked the red-haired woman beside him to tidy up, Viscount Grant activated the source quality, flew to the top of the Viscount's mansion, and watched the violent turmoil in the lake forest from a distance.

At the same time, Sir Yam and Lamar also rushed to the Viscount's Mansion, and they obviously sensed that 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 core team what he observed: "One may be the inspector knight, and the other doesn't know him, he's completely strange, but he doesn't look like a native either. "

"Help who?"

Lamar frowned. The red-haired beauty straightened his collar for Viscount Grant, and said solemnly, "No matter what the trouble is, the envoy of the imperial capital cannot die with us...but it is best for him to die."

"Indeed, it is best to die, but none of us will help."

Yam Knight shook his head: "Who knows if this is the trouble caused by the Flowing Knight himself? It's not that they don't know the reputation of patrolling knights, and it's not surprising where they died."

He turned his head and looked at the serious-looking Viscount: "A few scouts from the Tenglan Department came over just now, saying that Liuyin has found out that we are wooing the natives and cooperating to deceive the imperial capital for assistance... He wants 800 talers , plus another five hundred for us to evaluate and write excellent, and by the way, he also gave us his own seal."

"If my father hadn't been a patrolling knight, I would have thought that this business has been so greedy since ancient times."

Viscount Grant clicked his tongue: "A thousand and three talers, not much, I just don't know where he got such a character from."

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

After speaking, he turned his head 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 didn't see it. If we really move our hands and find that the other party is someone Where are the guards sent by the nobles to silence them?"

"The open and secret battles between the nobles and the royal family have nothing to do with mediocre country viscounts like me. They can fight as they like - we have to guard against the natives."

Speaking of this, Viscount Grant snorted coldly, and looked at the smoke and dust in the distance: "Yam, you go and call Pude up, mobilize the alchemy cannon, and anyone who dares to approach the city will bombard him. The natives also Don’t forget to send more scouts.”

"Lamar, go and take out the video recorder in my secret vault, and take a picture of all this. If the final result is that the Liuyin knight is dead, send this video to the imperial capital through a private channel, and say yes It was accidentally photographed by folks who did not want to be named."

Given the order like this, the Viscount reminded: "If we want to use bombardment later, we should turn off the video recorder in advance, saying that our energy is not enough here, and we need another batch of assistance."

"Does it really work? The excuse is too poor. And doesn't this just expose us as photographers?"

Lamar will naturally follow the instructions of Viscount Grant, but all these simple and absurd and almost child's play made him feel a little dazed: "That's it? And help? How could the imperial capital give us, their envoys are all here We are under attack here!"

"Don't think that politics is difficult, let alone this matter really has nothing to do with us."

The viscount shook his head: "We are country people, and the whole process is too complicated, and the imperial capital will feel that there are ulterior motives."

"By the way, remember to use that guy's seal to give us an excellent."

On the other side, Ian also noticed movement in the lake forest.

"It's up."

Taking a deep breath, although the young man's heart sank, he didn't think too much because he had already prepared himself mentally: "It's the teacher and the knight... no matter who wins, I have to be prepared."

Turning his head, he looked towards his brother's room and sighed: "But before that, Elan must be moved away."

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

The pitch-black mist is mixed with blood, and it is difficult to fade away.

It's not just the Viscount's Mansion and Ian.

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

"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 gather together to form a huge depression like a small lake, which is full of dew from the sublimation and transpiration of the tree roots.

A huge crocodile crawled quietly in this dew lake. It was covered with scars and scars, and there was a huge bombardment wound on its side.

The six eyes of the giant beast were closed tightly, as if in a deep sleep, but with the shock of the battle in the distance, it suddenly woke up. Six pairs of red eyes stared into the distance. Pure animal anger piled up in its eyes, making it want to move .

But a weak voice came from the top of the head, interrupting the action of the giant beast: "It is true that the imperial people are fighting... But it does not mean that we can take advantage."

On the top of the giant beast, surrounded by many solid thorns, a blurry human figure that was about to melt into the flesh and blood of the crocodile slowly said: "We can't defeat anyone."

The tired but calm voice of the great shaman sounded: "Recuperation... the master of the mountain tide, the spirit of the tree sea is using his own source quality to heal your wounds, don't waste our kindness."

"The spirits of Tenglan are also recuperating, we now...don't have the strength to fight Harrison Port."

Reluctance and reluctance, Crocodile roared in a low voice before slowly closing its eyes again.

But the figure turned its head sideways, and its eyes without pupils looked far away to the east.

"Strange..."

The body left by the great shaman Animu murmured to himself in some puzzlement: "Why is the breath of the weak and injured one stable..."

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

Hulin.

During the torrential rain, bursts of muddy mist diffused, and the fighting figures were temporarily separated.

Once again, Wiggs' attack was repelled, and the old knight directly disturbed the opponent's center of gravity with a simple stroke of his sword. Only then did he stabilize his body and not fall to the ground.

However, it was Hilliard who looked more solemn.

"Haha, old man, do you have no energy?"

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

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

"Hoo..."

Facing 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 tower-like body is still solid, there is no wound on his body, and even his coat is not stained with muddy water from the battle, which is enough to prove that he is able to handle the previous battle with ease, unilateral crushing.

However, it was he who was weak in breath.

Weggs' wounds were serious indeed—Hilliard pierced his chest bone plate with a sword, pierced his right lung, and another sword pierced his abdomen, severing several intestines and a kidney.

For ordinary Terrans, this is considered a serious injury near death, not to mention that Hilliard hit the hilt of the sword just now and directly smashed Weggs' helmet. The old knight's movements unloaded ahead of time, and his brain was hammered until nothing but a paste remained.

But for the sublimation of the second energy level, such an injury does not affect the short-term combat effectiveness at all.

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