Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 184: All kinds of martial arts, this is the Musketeers! (2/3)

The vast forest to the west of Port Harrison is where the Sequoia natives once lived.

In those days, the aborigines were all over every corner of the forest, and there were thousands of different kinds of miasma and poisonous insects hidden in the seemingly harmless forest.

So the Viscount Grant chose to use bombardment.

No matter how much money is spent and how much it costs, Viscount Grant will definitely use ordinary gunpowder cannons to plow the ground once when dealing with the natives, and then use alchemy cannons to strike several times, and then let the guards dispatch—for this For frontier immigrant areas where it is difficult to have additional population, people are far more important than money.

Decades have passed, and the jungle west of Port Harrison is basically full of new crops of trees, and all the ancient miasma and Gu insects have been swept away.

When the indigenous people were defeated in the war six years ago and their sphere of influence was greatly reduced, this area has been raided many times, but the forest area that has not been fully included in the sphere of influence of Port Harrison is called the 'inner field'.

The natives have been evacuated, but there are still many miasma and poisonous insects left in the forest area, which is called the "outer field".

Ian often goes hunting in the field. The prey ranges from wild boars, deer, rabbits, squirrels to small four-legged beasts whose heads are like bats. Basically, he catches everything. , Not even the mosquitoes are spared.

These are to enrich the database of silver chips.

Yes, enrich the database.

Ian discovered that the silver chip does not recognize all kinds of creatures. Its so-called identification actually relies on Ian's sensory organs to observe, extract knowledge from its database for analysis and analysis, and then draw the result.

If you think about it carefully, this chip is at least 1,600 years old. It has witnessed the collapse of Shuoyue. All kinds of animals, plants and insects that have been naturally eliminated and evolved are recorded.

The more the silver chip is identified, the richer its information is, and the more effective the various information it gives.

But the more it is, the more it makes Ian feel that this thing should be less likely to be a creation of pre-epoch civilization.

Its functions are too powerful, and it is definitely not something that can be produced by partial science... So far, all the creations of pre-epoch civilizations that Ian has seen do not match its style of painting.

But Ian doesn't care too much about these things.

In the final analysis, if there is a good thing to use, use it, and you don't need to think too much about its origin.

Sequoia Grove, outfield.

Hanging the high-pressure water gun on his waist, and casually holding a two-taler fine iron long sword from the blacksmith, Ian walked in the impenetrable woodland of the outfield, looking around, looking for traces of prey.

He came to hunt.

Most of the beasts in the infield are small roe, rabbits, birds and rodents whose names are not known. If you catch them, you can fill your stomach, but if you want to really get a big harvest, you have to go to the outfield. Search in the devastated ecosystem.

Ian is now deep in the outfield.

There is a thick layer of mist hanging in the forest, like a little dirty gauze, you can vaguely see some dark trees hidden under the mist, and some hidden veins that can't be seen in the mist. Mist spider's web.

The Mist Stealer is a giant spider that is highly venomous and has the potential to become a monster. It is generally the size of a human head, and its venom is corrosive. It makes people lose their balance, rolls in the dense forest, and is wrapped in more spider webs, leading to subsequent spider bite poisoning.

Warcraft-level mist-stalking spiders go one step further, and they are the rotting shadow spiders that inhabited the depths of the indigenous holy land "Miasty Mountain Forest" in the past, so their materials are also quite valuable, whether it is potions, poisons or alchemy potions. so it is.

But Ian's target is not them.

"Sure enough, as soon as I left the city, there were indigenous spies following me."

At this moment, Ian, who has activated the vision vision and the silver chip, has a panoramic view of all the creatures in the entire fog - even those spiders and indigenous people who are constantly moving, he can't see them more clearly.

Ever since Ian left the city, he noticed that a group of natives found him, and then several people turned back immediately and reported the news to the old lair.

Obviously, the natives had plans against Ian, but he was a little confused as to why.

"Could it be that Patrick is looking for trouble again? If so, their actions are too fast - and they can cooperate so quickly, which is enough to prove that the natives also hate me."

For this point, Ian is not surprised at all. After all, he was the one who defeated the swamp crocodile and made the great shaman's invasion plan fall short... Viscount Grant can deceive ordinary people, but as a person who experienced the battlefield at that time , the great shaman is absolutely clear who is his real enemy.

Moreover, for the natives, a mere 'wavesinger' like himself is really an easy target to kill.

Ian looked at them too.

"Shopping for so long, no matter how free and loose the natives are, it's time to arrive now."

As Ian thought, soon, batches of crimson light and shadow flooded into the precognitive vision.

Moreover, Fog Light and Shadow carried an artifact that could give Ian a 'sense of danger'.

The boy stopped and stood on the rotten tree roots in a clearing in the misty mountain forest.

And more and more indigenous hunters gradually surrounded them.

For a while, the entire outfield fog forest fell into a strange silence, only the noise made by the wind blowing through the forests and shaking the branches and leaves was the only sound in this strange environment.

——Everyone is almost here.

After confirming this, Ian nodded slightly, and he took a step forward.

"Spread out."

He uttered the words, the source quality was activated, and the surrounding water mist and miasma were immediately dispersed by the vibration, and all the liquid dispersed and subsided according to the young man's voice.

——The power of the Wavesinger, who can control the flow of water with his voice...but only when pushing the boat does he need to sing continuously.

Usually, only a few words of sound waves are enough to accomplish many things.

With Ian's clear drink, the water mist dissipated, and the fog in the forest faded away visibly, and many indigenous people hidden around Ian, as well as the mist-stalking spiders they cultivated, disappeared as the mist dissipated. All revealed.

They didn't panic because they lost their concealment. Everyone looked at Ian with hatred, even almost fanatical determination.

And when they appeared, Ian couldn't help being surprised.

"Grass."

Opening his eyes wide, Ian saw the row upon row of obviously well-made firecrackers in the other party's hands, even alchemy firecrackers, and couldn't help but feel a kind of unbelievable absurdity: "Aborigines also use firearms?! It's still so sophisticated The active version of the alchemy firearm!"

"Also, it's not an empire style...it's a brand new style that I haven't seen before!"

Now Ian found out what could cause a possible life crisis to the unsuspecting self... But one question was answered, and one or even more new questions appeared.

Where did these firearms come from? When did the natives get them?

And...

"These firearms are much newer than those in Port Harrison, and they seem to be in the style of flamethrowers - they are worth researching."

Silver blue halos lit up in his eyes, and Ian, who originally planned to lure the snake out of the hole to see the situation, was completely motivated now.

The firearm that the native aimed at himself seemed to be materialized, so that the young man could clearly feel that the other party had aimed at his forehead, heart, arms, shoulders and legs, without any dead ends.

——These people are the best hunters, and with the natural abilities of the people of Terra, they can quickly transform into the best gunners.

So Ian held the sword in his right hand, and clasped his left hand on the high-pressure water gun at his waist, looking at the natives whose hands were on the trigger with burning eyes.

The next moment, the natives pulled the trigger.

And Ian's figure disappeared in place. (to be continued)