High Above

  Chapter 69 Precarious

   Whoosh!

  With such a short distance, the wooden thorns soaked in dark green venom approached in an instant.

  If it was a sneak attack, even elite knights would have difficulty blocking the poisonous sting that had already arrived, let alone children.

   But something unexpected happens.

The shivering child seemed to have been paying attention to the hunter a long time ago. At the moment when the poisonous thorn flew, he raised his left hand, and the light blue fluorescent light flashed slightly. Then it was held by two white fingers.

   "Don't let the children on the side of the road be spared?"

   Ian, who didn't know much about the indigenous style of work, was full of puzzlement. He was also taken aback by the blow just now. After all, he didn't expect to be attacked first when he was about to attack.

  He stood up. Although the enemy's attack was blocked, the next step was to fight head-on.

   If Ian was replaced by Ian two months ago, if he couldn’t sneak attack, he would just run away, and then rely on the vision of vision to find opportunities to attack.

  Anyway, the battle is not in a hurry, even if the enemy catches up, it doesn't matter. In the complex street environment of Port Harrison, he has the ability to see through and can turn the natives around.

   But now, he doesn't need to waste time.

  Throwing aside the venomous thorn caught in his left hand, light green traces have spread on his fingers, but the toxin of this poisonous arrow tree does not pose a threat to Ian, who has begun to sublimate his liver.

   And what he held in his right hand was a piece of flake-shaped stone cut out from the house next to him.

  Were weapons such an inconvenience? Don't underestimate throwing stones, it is the magic weapon that human beings rely on to defeat beasts, and all the weapons of human beings in the past and future are essentially throwing stones.

   "Only the head is showing."

  Thinking in his heart, Ian locked his eyes on the aborigine hunter who slowed down because of shock, and then the light blue source quality shimmered on his right hand.

  The next moment, he leaned forward, nearly half-kneeling, and threw the half-kilogram flake with the greatest strength.

   Immediately, with a rapid whistling, the rotating stone broke through the rain and air, like a stone knife, unaffected by any wind, and slashed straight towards the native hunter.

   "What a monster!"

The elite hunter let out a scream, his fighting instincts soaked into his bones made him subconsciously dodge sideways, but the ultra-high-speed knife stone still grazed his left cheek, scraping away all the flesh and blood on one side of his cheek, exposing his white bones and teeth.

  The time is too short, there is no time to feel the pain, and it is too late to bleed to reduce the combat effectiveness, but it is the same, he has no time to be shocked.

  Because the white shadow had already started to run wildly, and was rapidly approaching him against the wind and rain!

  For a while, he couldn't even catch the opponent's figure, and finally locked on. The moment his eyes focused, the hunter even thought he saw a young sharp-clawed tiger—immature, petite, but fierce and fierce!

Ian will not give the hunter time to react. He has already seen that the opponent's strength is stronger than those hunters who fought with Brin. He is the real elite of the aborigines. elite.

  Infused with source quality, crushed the stone flakes in his hand, and within a short time, Ian jumped up with the momentum of rushing, and threw a hand of gravel towards the enemy, like a torrential rain.

In a hurry, the hunter could only lift the rain cape on his body, which is woven from brown elm leaves and soaked in shaman potion. The leaf clothes are flexible and thick, comparable to the best leather armor, and can block the chopping of ordinary spears and swords .

   But in the face of the rocks, it can't block everything after all. The hunter's right leg and forehead were hit respectively. In addition to the pain and numbness, the impact even made him take a step back, completely losing the opportunity.

   But he is a real elite. In just a moment, the hunter suppressed all his astonishment and disbelief, and instead regarded the Bai Zhimin boy in front of him as a smaller adult sharp-clawed tiger.

   Close to the beast, he can only fight for his life—he screamed, raised his elbow, and instead of retreating, he went forward and collided head-on!

  Although there is no systematic learning of martial arts, the fighting skills of the Sequoia natives have also been honed to a very high level during the year-round hunting of monsters and fighting with the imperials.

The hunter bowed slightly, stepped forward, put his right fist on his chest, and raised his elbow forward. In an instant, the protruding joint turned into a short gun, and poked at the head of Ian who was rushing towards him. .

This is a death-seeking move in the face of strange beasts. Trying to abolish one hand and concentrate all the strength in this collision, as long as it hits, even a large beast like a marsh bear can temporarily repel it. Not to mention people?

   As long as he can temporarily repel them, he can call in reinforcements.

  However, although Ian does not have much combat experience, he has systematically learned combat skills.

  He has a good teacher.

  Seeing that the native's sudden elbow was close in front of him, and he had no energy left to change his moves, Ian simply kicked his feet and dodged to the left to avoid the blow.

   This was not because he was forced to retreat by the natives. When dodging sideways, Ian naturally let go of his right fist that was originally swung towards the head of the natives. When he pulled it down, the raised five fingertips naturally grabbed something.

  —That is the coir raincoat that the natives use to block the wind and rain.

"not good!"

  The hunter suddenly felt bad, but at this moment, he was exhausted and couldn't take off the coir raincoat immediately... So, before he lost consciousness, he could only see Ian yelling softly, and then exerting strength!

  Following the teacher's instruction, the white-haired boy rotated his wrist, twisted his legs, waist and arms at the same time, and used the coir raincoat in his hand as a fulcrum to forcibly lift the hunter's body up off the ground!

  The sky and the earth are spinning.

  In an instant, the hunter's field of vision quickly changed from the streets of Harrison Port to a gray and black sky, and the sky of torrential rain fell.

   Immediately afterwards, they returned to the inverted street while spinning!

  —The earth is falling on me...

   This was the last thought that crossed his mind.

   Then it was pitch black.

   and the sound of skulls smashing.

   Click!

  Being grabbed by his clothes, he was thrown over his shoulder with brute force, and his head landed on the ground. Naturally, the entire shattered native elite was dead and could not die again.

   "Almost didn't fall, this native is really stable."

   Let out a breath, Ian felt his arms were a little tired after the burst of strength, he clapped his palms, and wiped off the blood splashed on his body and hands by the rain, and then quickly started to touch the corpse.

  Just now he was surprised that even himself, an apprentice sublimator, could hardly move freely in the current natural disaster environment, but all the natives were walking around the roof eaves, ignoring the sixteenth-level gale, which was obviously abnormal.

You know, when the strong wind blows, it only depends on the weight and tonnage, and has nothing to do with how powerful it can be. Even if he punches out, ordinary adults can't stand it, but if he is blown hard by the strong wind, he should go to the sky for a turn .

  The natives are only a little bigger than him, so why can they move freely?

   And the moment he grabbed the opponent's coir raincoat, Ian understood that the mystery lay in this dark green leaf coat.

   "Sure enough."

Quickly unwrapping the coir raincoat, Ian squinted his eyes. In the vision of foresight, the coir raincoat appeared thick white, which meant that it was a high-quality product, but it was not enough to be extraordinary. However, there was a light blue ancient inscription on the inside of the coir raincoat flashing.

   This inscription is uncertain, and it is weakening all the time, but as long as it is still shining, the people wrapped in this coir raincoat can ignore the wind.

   "It is the totem pattern of the aborigines, the original inscription technique."

The current Ian is not ignorant of the Terra continent. After these two months of supplementary lessons, he already knows the common sense of almost all sublimators around Nanling: "It's not too complicated, but it's the first The inscription of the first energy level—dozens of these temporary windbreak capes, the natives are definitely bleeding.”

Without the slightest hesitation, he put the cape that was still stained with the hunter's brain and blood on his body, and Ian walked quickly towards the direction of his home: "How big is this guy's plan? Only these people can break through Harrison Harbor." It is completely impossible, what is their real purpose?"

  Wrapped in the totem pattern of sheltering from the wind, even the torrential rain suddenly lost its strength. Ian even felt that his steps were much lighter. When he took one step, he had the illusion of flying into the air, and he stepped forward seven or eight meters in an instant.

  At this moment, there are still many noises in the city.

   "Indigenous! There are indigenous people!"

   "Native into..."

  In the storm, fragmented exclamations and screams continued one after another. Those pedestrians who were still running on the street could not escape death. With just a few breaths, Ian heard more than five dying wailing.

  Although he sympathizes, it is impossible to help the other party.

   Leaving aside whether it is too late, the most important thing now is to go home to ensure the safety of his brother Elan.

   Then, get the weapon.

  If he had a sharp weapon in his hand, he didn't need two moves to kill the native just now.

   "Mr. Hilliard disappeared early in the morning, and I guess he won't be back now."

I can already see the outline of home. Although his heart is beating fast, Ian's thinking is becoming clearer: "The weapons that can be used at home are nothing more than the chopping knife and ax sharpened by the teacher. The next step is to stay indoors to protect yourself, or to watch To help other people, it depends on the development of the situation later.”

  If the aborigines had the purpose of massacre and unconditionally slaughtered civilians as sacrifices, then he would definitely not be able to stand by, because when the aborigines came to kill them, no one else would be able to help him.

   It is even more unknown what kind of power the natives who successfully sacrificed will gain.

  But the indigenous plan is obviously bigger than Ian imagined.

   "Boom!"

   A loud bang suddenly exploded, causing the earth to vibrate slightly, which was even more shocking than thunder. Even Ian turned his head subconsciously and looked in the direction of the explosion.

   Then, he opened his eyes wide, watching a jet-black smoke column rising rapidly and being torn apart by the strong wind, rising from the center of the city!

That is…

   "The Viscount's Mansion?!"

  Ian was shocked: "They blew up the Viscount's Mansion?!"

  (end of this chapter)