On the seaside side of the Bison Mountains, towering giant sequoias seem to rise into the clouds.

These incredibly tough giant trees with an average height of more than 100 meters are natural battleship keels, and the redwood giant trees that are more than 150 years old can be equivalent to sublimated spirit plants, regardless of whether they are demonized or not, and the network formed by hundreds of thousands of redwood giant trees can even be built into a natural spiritual energy field, with a hazy tree group consciousness.

When the southern expedition group arrived in the redwood forest area of the South China Sea, they were overjoyed, believing that they had found an excellent natural warship base and built the predecessor of Harrison Harbor.

Whether it is the vast redwood forest or the deep-water port along the river and sea, it is necessary for a large coastal city, and the Imperial Pioneer Group at that time believed that they would build a great port in the remote South Ridge, making it the largest commercial city in the southern provinces, and the frontier of mankind would continue to advance into the uncharted South China Sea because of their exploration.

Not only that, the uncultivated Byson Mountains are wild and primitive, but they also contain treasures that are unimaginable to human beings - the psionic field itself will slowly condense the natural essentia, so that more sublimated plants with strange effects will be born, and under the root system of some large tree sea communities that may have taken root for thousands of years, they may even have already condensed solidified high-purity element crystals, or even essentia gems.

Here, there are fruits that can cure all diseases, sap that can give birth to and die human flesh and bones, sublimation veins buried under the earth, bones of demonic beasts that are more precious than gold in the deep lair, and a fertile land......

It's perfect for a group of pioneers who want to make a new home.

But they overlooked an extremely important point.

That is the indigenous people who have settled in the redwood forest for generations.

Those who worship the consciousness of the tree group, worship the powerful native monster Xenomorphs, and settle in the lush redwood forests of more than 100 hostile cannibal indigenous tribes, large and small.

Although primitive, the natives have primitive strength and exquisite hunting skills, and there are also many sublimators known as shamans, who have the ability to mobilize local psionic fields and cooperate with and even control demonic beasts to fight.

The next thing that happened was war.

The battle and slaughter between the natives and the Imperial Pioneer Corps has not completely ended to this day, and several of the most hostile tribes around Port Harrison have been wiped out, the demonic beasts and primordial dryads they worship have been killed and burned, and their corpses have been decomposed into materials for reuse, while the other indigenous tribes that still exist are mostly relatively mild and willing to trade with the Imperials.

But on the other hand, the Empire cannot freely enter their 'holy land' and recognize their autonomy, otherwise, the Empire may not lose, but Port Harrison is doomed to destruction.

Therefore, now, the two sides have a clear territorial division, and each side does not go beyond the thunder pool.

In the evening, on the west bank of Port Harrison, on the banks of the Iwok River, a group of redwood natives gathered among the deep and dense foliage and bushes of the jungle.

There were fifteen of them, most of them looking indifferent, as if they were waiting for something. All of the natives' faces and bare skin have strange lines of length or short, which allow them to better hide in the dense forest, and the ancient blessings contained in them can also bring them more or less power.

"Achetu Shaman, three more hunters are dead."

Soon after, taking advantage of the fading night, a hunter with the same tattoo crept out of the shadows in the direction of Port Harrison, and he communicated with the rest of his companions with simple words and gestures: "There has been no response from the Imperials, and none of the people who have interacted with us have yet to explain. ”

Without any frills, no one without any intense expressions of emotion, the native language was simple, but the anger and fear contained in the tone spread to the faces of all hunters with the expression of the hunter who spoke.

"The festival will begin tomorrow...... Without a sufficiently pure offering, we cannot receive the blessings of the Great Shaman! ”

One of the hunters couldn't help but speak, with trepidation and anger: "Achetu is one of the few shamans in our tribe, he is dead, and we ......"

Panic stems from the inability to fulfill the Great Shaman's requests, and anger is directed at the Imperials.

Their tribe is a rare 'moderate', willing to trade with the Empire for their needs, and even if they do need sacrifices, they do not raid villages to hunt for sacrifices like other 'brute' tribes, but try to trade resources and coins.

In their opinion, this time there was no doubt that there was something wrong with Orsna, who had already negotiated with them, and the guy said yes and gave them his two nephews for thirty thalers, only to turn back on it, call the Imperial Guard, and kill their shaman and several good hunters.

What? Orsena broke out and killed the Achetu Shaman and his party?

Are you kidding! It's not like they've never seen Orsna, a delirious shit who sucks black mushrooms, and any hunter present is confident that he can take his life in a single breath!

"The Imperials must be made to pay with their lives."

In the dim shadows, a hoarse and low voice rang out.

And the voice sounded, and all the other natives who were angrily denouncing and cursing fell silent.

A tall hunter with a crown of scales slowly rose from the shadows - unlike his compatriots, who were mostly only 1.3 meters, 1.4 meters, or at most 1.5 meters, this native warrior was a staggering two meters tall!

Covered in muscles, he was just standing, looking down on everyone.

The Scaly Hunter was obviously the leader of this team, and he said slowly, "I have already prepared for the sacrifice, and at most it will not be able to amaze the Great Shaman, so as not to delay dissatisfaction. On the side of the Imperials, let the gulls send a letter to tell their lord to hand over the murderer, or wait for the blood to be returned. ”

"The murderer who killed Achetu must return blood for blood."

It can be seen that the body of the scaly-crowned hunter also has vertical and horizontal lines, in addition, it is also covered with a dense layer of light gray scales, like armor, and these fine and solid scales are the source of those strange patterns that crisscross the whole body, spreading to every corner of the body.

Looking around at all the hunters present, he said calmly, "Moreover, we have already spent money on the sacrifices. Oddner and his nephew are our property. They tried to deny it, but it made no sense. ”

"Find them. Kill them. Sacrifice them. ”

The Scaly Hunter gave the order, and all the other Hunters bowed their heads silently, indicating obedience to his orders.

In the twilight of daylight, a dozen shadows disappeared silently between the dense aerial roots and interlaced foliage.

Part of it was headed in the direction of Port Harrison.

And at the time of the aboriginal movement.

Elder Pudder, the White People, followed by several retinues, was hurrying towards the center of Port Harrison, a luxurious and magnificent building.

It was the mansion of the theoretical supreme governor of the region, the imperial nobleman Viscount Grant.