High Above

  Chapter 68 Big Storm

   "Is this... the recurrence of the great storm?"

——That event happened exactly when he was born. It destroyed all members of the Harrison Harbor Guard eight years ago, destroyed the port city wall, and blew half of the ancestor altar of the Elephant Bone Mountain, so that the natives and imperial people have not yet recovered storm?

  Ian suppressed his rapidly beating heart. He held his breath to observe the direction of the sea beast, and then he calmed down a little: "It's nothing serious."

   In recent years, breakwaters have been built on both sides of Harrison Port. Ordinary fish and sea animals cannot pass through it, and they cannot threaten the harbor. It seems that they have learned the lessons of the past.

And sea beasts are not stupid. Human fishing boats and large ships are also equivalent to terrifying giant beasts to them, so there are very few sea beasts that directly attack the port wharf, and even the predators in the fish school have no time to prey on them. The easy prey is just wandering in the shallow sea, trembling.

   Moreover, it is strange to say that there were few sea beast accidents this time, at least not as good as Ian's memories of the salmon tide that migrated to the Ewok River in March and April.

  At this moment, it is very dangerous.

   Looking at the storm in the distance, Ian is very aware of this.

  Although the reason is unknown, the terrifying heat that can boil the entire sea area may have originated from the "labyrinth of relics" that Mr. Hilliard called.

  Its power is so great that even the storm caused by the remaining power is far better than the sixteenth-level gale, not to mention the vertical and horizontal lightning in it, which is even more dangerous and makes people tremble.

but.

but…

   In this city that was about to face storms, thunder and showers, Ian felt his heart beating very fast.

   It's not just fear, it's not just nervous...

  More, but excited.

   and a heartfelt longing.

  —Ian loves the view.

  He held his breath, staring at the roaring gale in the distance, staring at the golden-red fiery spots on the bottom of the sea, he greedily took a panoramic view of the lightning and cloud pillars in the clouds, and his heart was beating violently.

  —Rare sights, dangerous situations that ordinary people will never encounter once in a lifetime... He likes this kind of thing.

  Ian will be fascinated by the deadly beauty when he sees a volcanic eruption, he will be moved by the majestic power when he sees a typhoon forming, and he will clench his fists excitedly when he sees the eruption of the sun's thermal corona in space.

  He is not a fan of natural disasters, but just curious about all natural movements and scenes that are hard to see on the earth.

  He is eager to witness those "incredible" "scenery that ordinary people rarely see".

  So, he has always been yearning for the starry sky, yearning for everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen in the endless stars in the universe.

   "...but sure enough, life matters."

   Shaking his head, Ian was not stupid, he exhaled: "It's time to go home."

  Hobbies are hobbies, how can we continue to witness the future and wonders after dying? He was just absent-minded for a while, and it was caused by an immature part of his personality: "Fortunately, he was prepared early."

   "I have to go home and settle my brother down."

  In the past two months, Hilliard has been strengthening the house and setting up shelters, and Ian has also helped a lot.

Although the storm in the far sea looks terrifying, in fact, the main body will not come directly to Harrison Harbor—after all, it is next to the Bison Mountain Range. Cliff, and then rushed to the wandering sea.

This is also the reason why the Wandering Sea is called the Wandering Sea, because that is where most of the typhoons in the southwestern sea area will end up, where the heavens and the earth are blowing and wandering. Once ordinary ships enter, they will never return. The Great Storm is no exception.

   But even so, even just the aftermath of a major storm is enough to shake houses and blow people and animals away.

   Both Harrison Port and Sequoia natives must bear the impact, and the battle between the two sides will definitely come to an end, anticlimactic.

   "After the storm, there should be a lot of peace. It just so happens that many monsters will also be injured. Then it will be my time to hunt."

  With this in mind, Ian no longer stayed, but ran towards his home like other passers-by.

   However, in the process of running, a trace of doubt appeared in his heart.

"No." Ian muttered to himself, "Whether it is the natives or the Viscount Grant, they must have known that the big storm is coming, at most they just don't know the exact time - but they still resolutely launched the war, it seems that they have not considered disaster prevention in advance .”

   "Viscount Grant and Elder Purdue are now on the front line, and the main force of the natives is also confronting them. Coincidentally, because of the storm, it is difficult for them to quickly return to help. The current defense of Harrison Port is extremely empty!"

   "If the natives had been prepared..."

   Without the slightest hesitation, Ian opened the vision of vision.

As if the sea fog boiling in the distance has approached the port, a thin layer of rain and fog pervades the solid rock houses and streets of Harrison Port. The rain cannot wash it away, and the strong wind can only slightly blow it. The white rain and fog is a vision manifested by the violent changes in the spiritual energy field, representing the wrath of nature and a harbinger of natural disasters.

  But now, all the visions have dissipated in the mist rising before Ian's eyes.

   Abandoned all features, only the color and the depth of the fog are the features of the predictive horizon, which can see the good or bad and the future of all things.

  In an instant, Harrison Harbor in the torrential rain turned into a gray cloud and mist, and in the direction close to Ian, several scarlet mist were moving fast.

   Even, there is another one that is rapidly approaching in his direction!

   "It's a native. Coming towards me? No, it's just on the way."

  Because the mist on the other party was so familiar, Ian, who had dealt with the natives several times, could easily identify the scarlet mist clusters.

  He subconsciously felt that the other party might be targeting him again, but after careful consideration, he immediately ruled out this possibility.

  Harrison Port is essentially a fortified military port in a frontier area. In front of where he is now, there is a tower where city guards usually stand guard, and there are usually two to four city guards with crossbows stationed there.

Obviously, the aborigines invaded the city with preparations. Just like Harrison Port has informants among the aborigines, the aborigines must have an internal response like his cheap uncle in the port. They know the location of these towers very well. And the specific details, so the elite was dispatched at the first time, intending to pull out those hard ideas.

   "If you do mental calculations but don't care, you have to stop him."

  Ian quickly made a decision. The aborigines had a perfect invasion plan. The defenders of Harrison Port were unprepared, and they might suffer heavy losses in the storm. Without the suppression of the towers, no matter what the aborigines' follow-up plan was, it would definitely go smoothly.

   What's more, that tower is responsible for the defense around his house, helping others is helping oneself.

   But he still doesn't know much about the world of Terra.

  The scarlet fog was flying in the storm. They obviously used some method to ignore the resistance brought by the strong wind. These elite hunters rushed towards the towers scattered inside the port at the fastest speed.

   Their purpose is to destroy Harrison Port's internal defenses at all costs, even if only temporarily.

   And in the middle, they don't mind killing people.

  呲呲—呵呵!

   Rapid whistles sounded, some were bowstring vibrations, some were blowing arrows, and some might be throwing knives and stones.

   But no matter what it was, the people of Harrison Port in the direction of these elite hunters fell like straws.

  Among the screams and blood splashes, only a small black shadow can be seen jumping and moving between the gaps and the top floor of the building, harvesting life.

  The elite hunter who was heading towards the tower on the east coast of the port put down the blow dart in his hand, and passed the imperial man who fell beside him, screaming and touching the back of his head, but his body was gradually hardened by the poison.

  He feels that he is in good shape and has not missed a single shot so far.

  The blessing of the wind spirit given by the great shaman can ignore the influence of all external wind forces. Although it can only last for less than an hour, it is enough to complete the task and severely attack this group of arrogant and hateful outsiders.

  He was about to reach his destination, but when he passed an intersection, the hunter found a child of the White People shivering in the corner of the road—was it because the storm was too late to go home and there was no place to take refuge?

  He never thought so much, the hunter's instinct allowed him to raise the blowing arrow at the most skillful and quick speed, predicting the wind force.

   Then, he blew the stinger at the child.

  (end of this chapter)