Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 71: All tactical conversion home

The jungle along the river in the west of the city is wet and complicated, and the internal passages are fragmented and intermittent. Only the natives and wild beasts know how to walk in such a narrow and dark environment.

However, as Harrison Port's army advanced, all the jungles along the way were cleared and burned. Even the wooden posts were corroded and rotted with alchemy potions.

Soil erosion is a matter of the future. In wartime, even if Viscount Grant is insane, it is absolutely impossible for the soil to use the jungle terrain to attack him.

And it was precisely this wide field of vision that allowed Viscount Grant, who was still on the front line, to notice the sudden big storm in the distance immediately.

"It's this time?!"

Looking up at the torrential rain that had already started to fall, the astonished Viscount Grant had known for a long time, based on various information from the coast, that the big storm should have occurred on a certain day in September or October, but theoretically speaking, the storm came Before, there should be some omens!

For example, extremely high rain clouds, overly brilliant sunsets, abnormal monsoons—there are frequent natural disasters on the continent of Terra, and similar signs have long been summarized into manuals. As the lord of the land, Viscount Grant responded Backwards.

But recently, none of this happened, so he dared to lead a team to attack and intercept a main brigade of aboriginals from sabotaging officialdom.

The entire South Ridge Province is not just a city of Port Harrison. On the north side, there are two big cities, Three Rivers City and Nauman City, the capital of the province. In the northwest mountainous area, there are also several indigenous tribes that surrendered to the empire. And the Mountain People Autonomous Region—Lubeck, the mercenary leader of the port, is the warrior of the Mountain People Autonomous Region.

Harrison Port, as the front line of the battle with the natives of the South Ridge Redwood Forest, blocked most of the pressure. Therefore, after knowing the start of the war, 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 off added a batch of combat materials and sublimation materials.

Relying on the entire empire, even if a large part of these support materials will be corrupted and lost in the middle, it is still better than the natives who have no supplies at all, right?

It's not that the indigenous side is ignorant of this truth, so they have been harassing the officialdom for the past half month.

Either attacking scattered small-scale caravans, or directly digging out the roadbed and pushing boulders to block the road.

Even today, they were frantically trying to blow up a cliff and completely block a pass. Fortunately, Viscount Grant had expected it a long time ago and personally led the team to intercept the indigenous team carrying a large amount of crystal sand explosives.

But in fact, this is nothing more than a slap in the face—according to the information obtained from the interrogation just now, the large indigenous army has crossed the pass and is heading for a material transit town between Three Rivers City and Port Harrison in the north.

They want to completely destroy the transit town and cut off all support from Harrison Port.

"Go back now?"

On the other side, the Elder Pude in battle armor asked, the white-haired old man's voice passed through the helmet and the rain curtain, and it seemed a bit muffled: "In case of natural disasters, those natives must not be able to continue to attack, watch the rain clouds spread Speed, if we don't turn back now, we have to camp directly against the storm."

"Of course we withdraw. Even if the group of natives really knocked down the town of Anmore, it would hinder our supply for about a month at most - even if there is no supply at all, we can still win."

Viscount Grant looked at the cliff-like mountains and the barrier-like white cloud pillars in the distant sea, his tone calmed down, but with a hint of doubt: "But their luck is really good, they chose to launch a surprise attack today."

"If there is no big storm, we and the militia in Anmore Town will attack back and forth, and the main force of the aborigines will be bitten no matter what, and they will be much more stable in seven or eight years."

Speaking of this, the brown-haired nobleman felt a little regretful: "I missed the opportunity to completely defeat these savages."

Now that Viscount Grant had made a decision, the troops mainly led by the port guards naturally began to retreat slowly, dismantling the alchemy artillery on the position and putting them into boxes at an orderly pace.

Not to mention the blacksmiths and alchemists trained by Elder Pude, this basic skill is quite solid.

However, just as the troops were ready to retreat to the city in a tight formation in the storm, Elder Pude, who had been thinking about it just now, suddenly asked, "Is it really a coincidence?"

Hearing the old man's words, Viscount Grant turned his head to listen to the other party's opinion.

And the elder only used one word, which made the viscount widen his eyes: "Foresee Futaba."

——The quince of the sacred tree in the mouth of the Sequoia natives. It is said that it can temporarily predict the future direction and strengthen the sublimation of spiritual power.

The old man in armor looked at the nobleman, and Elder Pude said in a heavy tone, "Although we have never obtained it, we always think it is just a legend in the mouth of the natives."

"But what if it really exists? What if it really allows people to predict the future for a short time?"

"What if the old immortal great shaman used such a strange thing to predict the time when the big storm will come, so why did he arrange 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 see it, but it is only a few fragments or signs.

But just predicting the timing of a storm is not so incredible.

"Hear the order! Stop moving!"

He took a breath and then broke his mouth. Viscount Grant ordered the troops to stop marching.

Then, this middle-aged man who looked to be only 30 to 40 years old, a sublimator of the second energy level lit up with bright blue streamers around his body, revolving around his body like a three-layer star ring, Absorbs the water vapor in the surrounding rainstorm.

Three layers of water rings formed a rotating disc under Viscount Grant's feet. The water rings rubbed against each other at high speed, producing a large amount of high-heat steam, which sprayed down rapidly.

As the steam propelled, Viscount Grant's figure floated up, looking down at the rainy jungle 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 dense stream of light, and slashed towards the dense forest below him.

Suddenly, with a burst of noise, the big trees, vines, shrubs and weeds in the forest all fell down along the direction the water blade was advancing. of the leaves.

At the same time, all kinds of traps and means hidden in the forest were also exposed under the effect of this blow.

Bang, bang, bang—the low and deep voices sounded continuously, and in just a moment, large swaths of colorful and highly poisonous miasma could be seen rising from the dense forest, and then blown away by the storm.

"There is a trap?!"

"When, why is there a trap on our way back?!"

But all the soldiers and guards were horrified. They were all elite fighters who were familiar with the methods of the natives. The terrible toxin of emphysema!

——The road ahead can no longer be walked!

"Huh, it's true that the family property is all blocked, but the exposed poison traps, if the official shaman collects them himself, it will take more than half a month to barely collect them all."

Bright blue source quality aura flashed all over his body, vaguely condensed into a wave-like shape, and Viscount Grant looked very solemn.

The high-level sublimated bloodline 'Abyssal Lizard Whale' endowed him with the ability to manipulate water and steam, just as the Lizard Whale exhales mist and can cover an island with its breath when it emerges from the sea, he can already control it at the second energy level The gushing steam-powered flight cuts out the water blade propelled by the high-heat steam in the air, and cuts off the giant tree.

However, even he couldn't guard against all the traps along the way, and he didn't have enough source quality to continuously display his sublimation skills to open a safe path.

—Boom!

At this moment, there was another explosion. Viscount Grant thought it was thunder, but soon realized something was wrong. He raised his head in mid-air and looked at Harrison Port in the distance, and he couldn't help being stunned again.

"My mansion!?"

The pitch-black smoke column rose up, although it was blown away quickly, but with the eyesight of a sublimator, it can be seen that the point of origin of the smoke column due to the violent explosion is right around his home!

——The aborigines have stolen their home!

"Damn it!"

Gritting his teeth and descending from mid-air, Viscount Grant said to Elder Purdue in a simple and horrified manner: "The natives have launched a surprise attack before we can return to the city quickly. You guessed it right, they must have foreseen the coming of the big storm. Come, otherwise it would be impossible to take such a risk.”

"Go back?" the old man simply asked.

"I won't go back." The nobleman said with a grim expression, "He wants to make a surprise attack, so I will also make a surprise attack—obey the order, turn around, and march towards Anmore Town!"

Grant turned his head almost gritted his teeth, and looked in the direction of Anmore Town: "It's too late to go back now, maybe there is still an ambush. Since the natives want to steal our old bottom, we will steal their old bottom too!"

"Catch up with that group of bastards, take advantage of this big storm, and we will wipe out the main force of the natives in Anmore Town!"