Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 82: The dark tide is raging (thanks to the lord who gave me a reward!)

Viscount Grant noticed the tear on Lamar's shoulder, and couldn't help frowning: "They hurt you? It seems that I shouldn't let that old **** go so easily."

He really regretted keeping his hand on purpose.

"My lord, I am one of the red people, this little injury is nothing." Trying to break free, he sighed, and Lamar was a little helpless: "I'm busy now, and you didn't go away with Clendelle recently. Is it close?"

"Do you care about this?" The Viscount said indifferently: "Honey, you know it's for you people of red, not to mention, it's just because she looks like you—isn't she?"

"She's my cousin, of course she looks alike." Lamar replied stiffly, but then he sighed and softened his tone a little: "My lord, this time is really dangerous, if you hadn't prepared for the injury in advance Medicines and ballistas, the Viscount Mansion is impossible to defend, why did the natives attack here?"

"It's normal for them to want revenge on me and my father."

Viscount Grant replied casually. He kissed Lamar on the forehead and motioned the other party not to ask further: "Don't think too much, it won't do you any good. Learn from Pude. Although he looks rough and direct, he never asks this question. This kind of problem, that is the real smart person."

"If you want to be the leader of the Red People, you must learn from that wise old man in the future."

"Yeah." Lamar replied softly. He was already very tired after fighting for a day, and he didn't want to think too much now.

"Talk about this."

Speaking of Purdue, Viscount Grant turned his head thoughtfully and looked towards the east of the city: "Who fired that cannonball? It really turned the tide of the battle. I have to commend those warriors."

At the same time.

Scott, who stumbled all the way in the wind and rain, finally arrived at the Viscount's Mansion.

For the residents of Harrison Port, the war is over, and the storm will not cause too much damage in front of them who have been prepared.

Whether it is the dykes that have been prepared, the shelters that each household has, and the reinforced houses, they can reduce the loss to a relatively low level as long as there is no totem spirit invading the city. In such an extreme situation, even a huge storm in the South China Sea could not almost destroy half of the city as it did eight years ago.

The battle inside the city has come to an end, but outside the city, there are still some aftermath ripples.

Beside the official road between Three Rivers City and Port Harrison, a small group of natives were rushing through the woods.

The tall, scaly-skinned warrior leading the team had a heavy complexion, and half of the feather crown around his neck was burned, which was enough to see the embarrassment of this chief who should be a certain Sequoia tribe.

Due to being pinched back and forth by the defenders of Anmore Town and the guards of Port Harrison, the seven official psychic shamans were blocked by the Huaiguang Bishop alone. There was no intention of staying and fighting, and all fled in all directions.

The chief was lucky, because the raid was fast enough and the encirclement hadn't had time to take shape, so he and most of his elite men escaped.

"I can only pray for the success of the ancestor's plan to protect the great shaman"

Thinking of the losses suffered by his tribe because of this action, he couldn't help holding his breath in his heart: "As long as the sacred objects can be taken back, at least the warriors can rest in peace in the arms of their ancestors"

But just as he was thinking wildly due to fear, exhaustion and panic, a ray of light suddenly lit up in the woods in front of him.

It was a fiery red sword light, still bright even in the rapid wind and rain, like a red-hot iron sword in an iron furnace, the blade cut through the dark forest shadows, carrying a pungent sulfur smell Come on!

This fiery blade is so eye-catching, even the exhausted chief reacted immediately, and immediately drew out the dagger at his waist to block—there was a sharp and piercing sound, accompanied by a toothache With the sound of metal cutting, the chief's dagger was immediately cut with a huge gap, but he also took advantage of the situation to retreat, avoiding this fatal sword.

In the darkness, the red-haired and green-eyed mountain folk walked out slowly. The red-bladed Lübeck looked around all the natives indifferently, and then locked his eyes on the chief who was facing an enemy. His eyes became hot little by little. The five fingers holding the half sword in the red hand also clenched more and more tightly.

—he doesn't remember.

The mercenary whispered in his heart, not angry because the other party didn't recognize his expression.

Because of many evildoers, it is doomed to be impossible to remember the father of every child he took away.

And he was about to forget. Fifteen years later, he was about to forget his child's smile, the face of his enemy, his original determination, and the hatred that should not be forgotten.

—but so what?

At least for now, he still remembers.

Without the slightest hesitation, the mountain man let out a low drink, and stepped forward to charge forward. The blazing fire even evaporated the surrounding rainwater, causing the red-reflected steam to spread in all directions.

The native chief who didn't know why the other party ambushed him here also roared. He gritted his teeth and raised his short spear, and joined the hunters of his tribe to surround and kill the man in front of him.

A few minutes later.

"The head of the corpse is still intact, and it should meet the requirements of the Bishop."

Throwing the hand and half sword that has been distorted out of shape after cooling down, the still hot iron made a crackling sound when it touched the cold rain, and Lübeck let out a breath, and he looked around the dilapidated surroundings , many corpses with wounds like carbon.

The man grabbed the tall chief's hair, held the other's head, and raised his head himself, looking further north: "I don't know why the bishop knows who my enemy is, and why he helped me lock him Forget where you are."

"I can't figure it out anyway."

Shaking his head slightly, Lübeck has never been a person with complicated thinking. He only knows that the result of selling himself to that Bishop Huaiguang is not bad, even quite good.

He has slain his enemies, converted to the 'Light of Huaiguang', and his subordinates will have a home - this is enough.

As for why the bishop did this, what is his purpose, and why did he need to hide his actions from Viscount Grant to secretly hunt for the head of such a big tribal chief

Does he, Lübeck, look like someone who can figure these things out?

He even learned how to write his own name in recent years!

"It's time to report." Holding his booty, the man walked north.

Outer sea, around O'Dell Reef.

Hilliard stood on the edge of the storm's core area, looking up at the mighty, mighty pillar-like group of rain clouds gradually moving towards the south.

On the surface of the sea, although the tide is still raging, the abnormal eddies and electric lights have disappeared—it is impossible to break through. Nor did he have the strength to pursue the two giant beasts in the deep sea.

"It will probably stop tomorrow morning."

Lowing his head, the silver light stream flickered, observing the heat transpiring in the sea, the old knight muttered: "Is there something wrong with the original heat dissipation circulation system by using the sea water to dissipate the accumulated heat? Can't get past."

"Where is the entrance to the ruins?"

The old man couldn't help shaking his head slightly. He knew very well that even if he got the key, he had to find the official entrance of the ruins. Otherwise, he would go directly through the vent in the sea and just stew himself like a rib.

"Forget it, at least there is still time."

Hilliard didn't think too much, after all, this kind of thing can't be rushed: "Looking at the previous movement, it should be that the natives retreated."

He made up his mind and returned to the city.

The destruction in the city was not beyond Hilliard's expectations, and even the damage was limited to a small area near the west of the city and the southern port area, which surprised him enough.

"It seems that the Grant family still hasn't lost their bravery, they have a bit of ability, and they have lived up to their original trust"

The old knight couldn't help muttering: "The Viscount's mansion has been bombed and it hasn't been breached yet? Did they prepare for it?"

This is surprising enough.

But what shocked him the most was when he returned home and saw the crystal flesh in the hands of his disciples.

"Teacher? Are you back?"

Ian, who had just cleaned up the stagnant water in his home and had some dried meat before eating, has recovered a little bit.

He raised his head to look at the surprised teacher, and couldn't help laughing: "Come and see, teacher, so far I haven't figured out what kind of material this sublimation material is, and what is its use."

"I feel that this thing is a bit extraordinary!"