Sou!

At such a close distance, the wooden thorns soaked in dark green venom came in an instant.

If it was a sneak attack, even an elite knight would not be able to block the stinger that had already arrived in front of him, let alone a child.

But something unexpected happened.

The trembling child seemed to have been paying attention to the hunter for a long time, and at the moment when the stinger flew in, he raised his left hand, the pale cyan fluorescence flashed slightly, and the stinger that pierced the eyeball accurately was blocked by an invisible force, and then was held by two white fingers.

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

Ian, who didn't know much about the indigenous style of doing things, was full of puzzlement, and he was also taken aback by the blow just now, after all, he didn't expect to be attacked first.

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

Changed to Ian two months ago, there was no way to sneak attack, so he ran away directly, and then relied on the Foresight to find an opportunity to commit a black hand.

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 turn the natives around.

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

Tossed aside the stinger in his left hand, a light green trail already spreading on his fingers, but the poison of the poison arrow wood was no threat to Ian, who had already begun to sublimate his liver.

And what he held in his right hand was a piece of stone cut out of a nearby house.

How could weapons be such an inconvenient thing? Don't underestimate throwing stones, it is the magic weapon that humans rely on to defeat beasts, and all the weapons of human beings in the past and future are essentially stone-throwing.

"Only the head is exposed."

Secretly in his heart, Ian's eyes locked on the native hunter who slowed down in shock, and then the pale cyan essentia on his right hand flickered.

In the next moment, he leaned forward, almost knelt down, and threw the nearly half-kilogram stone in his hand with the greatest force.

As he landed, with a rapid whistling, the swirling stones broke through the rain curtain air, like stone knives, unaffected by any wind, and slashed straight towards the native hunters.

"What a monster!"

The elite hunter screamed, and the battle instinct that had already soaked the bone marrow made him subconsciously dodge sideways, but the ultra-high-speed knife stone still grazed the left side of his face, scraping all the flesh and blood on one side of his cheek, revealing Bai Sensen's bones and teeth.

The time was too short, there was no time to feel the pain, there was no time to bleed to reduce the combat effectiveness, but it was the same, and he didn't have time to be shocked.

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

For a while, he couldn't even catch the figure of the other party, and finally locked on, and the moment his eyes focused, the hunter even thought that he had seen a young sharp-clawed tiger - immature, petite, but fierce and ruthless!

Ian will not give the hunter time to react, he has already seen that the other party's strength is even greater than those hunters who have fought with Brynn, and he is the real elite of the natives, in this case, he must not give the other party time to call for help, and call other elites.

Instilling essentia, crumpling the stone chips in his hands, and in less than a breath, Ian jumped up with the momentum of rushing and threw a hand of gravel towards the enemy, like a torrential rain.

In his haste, the hunter could only lift the rain lily on his body, which was made of brown elm leaves, and soaked in shamanic potions, so flexible and thick that it was comparable to the finest leather armor, enough to block the slashing of ordinary spears and swords.

But in the face of the blow of the rocks, it couldn't block all of them after all, and the hunter was hit in the right leg and the top of his forehead, and in addition to the pain and numbness, the impact even made him take a step back, completely losing the lead.

But he was a true elite, and in a short moment, the hunter suppressed all the consternation and incredulity, and instead regarded the boy in front of him as a smaller, adult sharp-clawed tiger.

Close to the beast, he can only fight for his life - he screams, raises his elbows, does not retreat, but advances, and collides head-on!

Although there is no systematic learning of martial arts, in the perennial hunting of demonic beasts and the fight with the Imperial people, the fighting skills of the redwood natives have also been honed to a considerable level.

The hunter bowed slightly, stepped forward, his right fist against his chest, and raised his elbow forward, the bulging knuckle instantly turning into a short spear, poking at Ian's head, which was lunging at him.

This is a death-seeking move in the face of strange beasts, desperately scrapping a hand, concentrating all the strength of the whole body in this collision, as long as it hits, even a large beast like a swamp bear can be temporarily repelled, let alone people?

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

However, although Ian did not have much combat experience, he systematically learned combat techniques.

He had a good teacher.

Seeing that the native's elbow was already close in front of him, and he had no strength left to change his move, Ian simply kicked down, and the whole person dodged to the left to avoid the blow.

This was not forced back by the natives, as he dodged sideways, Ian's right fist, which had been swung towards the native's head, naturally released and pulled downward, and the hooked five-finger fingertips naturally grasped something.

- That's the kind of robes that the natives used to keep out the wind and rain.

"Not good!"

The hunter felt bad in his heart, but now he was too strong to immediately untie his coat and break free...... Therefore, before losing consciousness, he could only see Ian with a soft shout, followed by a force!

According to the teacher's teaching, the white-haired boy rotated his wrists, twisted his legs, waist and arms at the same time, and used the coat in his hand as a fulcrum to forcibly throw the hunter's body up and vacate off the ground!

Heaven and earth are spinning.

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

Then, back to the upside-down street in a spin!

- The earth is falling to me......

It was the last thought that crossed his mind.

Then it was pitch black.

and the sound of skulls shattering.

Click!

was dragged by someone's clothes, and then directly fell over the shoulder with brute force, and hit the ground with his head, and the entire indigenous elite who was smashed was naturally dead and could not die again.

"I almost didn't fall out, this native is really stable."

Exhaling a breath, Ian felt a little tired in his arm after the burst of strength, he clapped his palms, wiped the blood on his body and hands with the help of the rain, and then quickly began to touch the corpse.

He had wondered just now that even his own apprentice of the Sublimator could not move freely in the current natural disaster environment, but it was obviously not normal for all the natives to walk like a fly on the eaves of the roof, and to regard the sixteenth level wind as nothing.

You know, the wind blows, just look at the weight tonnage, and it has nothing to do with how strong he can play, don't look at him punching out ordinary adults can't stand it, but if it is blown by the wind, it is time to go to the sky for a turn.

The native is a little bigger than him, so why can he move freely?

And the moment he grabbed the other party's coat, Ian understood that the secret was in this dark green leaf coat.

"Sure enough."

Quickly untie the robe, Ian squinted his eyes, in the prophetic vision, this robe is thick white, indicating that it is a fine product, but it is not up to the extraordinary, but on the inside of this robe, there is a faint light blue ancient inscription flickering.

This civilization is dark and weakening every moment, but as long as it is still glowing, those wrapped in this cloak can ignore the wind.

"It's an indigenous totem pattern, a primitive inscription technique."

The current Ian is not ignorant of the Terra Continent, and after two months of enriching and remedial classes, he already knows a lot about the common sense of almost all the sublimators around the South Ridge: "It's not too complicated, but it's also an inscription of the first energy level - dozens of such temporary shelter robes, the natives are definitely hemorrhaging." ”

Without the slightest hesitation, he draped the coat on which it was still stained with hunter's brains and blood, and Ian walked briskly in the direction of his home: "How big is this guy's plan?" It is completely impossible to storm Port Harrison with these men alone, what is their real purpose? ”

Wrapped in the shelter totem pattern, even the rainstorm lost its strength when he landed, Ian even felt that his steps were a lot lighter, and when he stepped out, he had the illusion of taking off, and he stepped forward seven or eight meters in an instant.

At the moment, there is still a lot of noise in the city.

"Indigenous! There are natives! ”

"Indigenous ......"

In the midst of the storm, shattered exclamations and screams continued, and the pedestrians who were still running through the streets could not escape their deaths, and in just a few breaths, Ian heard the death-threatening wails of more than five people.

He sympathizes, but he can't help the other person.

Let's not talk about whether it's too late, the most important thing now is to go home and make sure that his brother Elan is safe.

Then, get the weapon.

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

"Teacher Hilliard disappeared early in the morning, and I guess he won't be able to come back now."

I can already see the outline of the home, although my heart is beating fast, Ian's thinking is becoming clearer: "The weapon that can be used at home is nothing more than the wood-splitting knife and axe sharpened by the teacher, and the next thing is to stay in the house to take refuge and protect yourself, or to help others depending on the situation, it depends on the development of the situation later." ”

If the natives were slaughtering civilians unconditionally as a sacrificial sacrifice for the purpose of slaughter, then he would not have been able to stand idly by, because when the natives came to kill him, there would be no one else who could help him.

It is even more unknown what kind of power the natives will gain after successful sacrifices.

But the indigenous plan is clearly bigger than Ian imagined.

"Boom !!"

A roar suddenly exploded, causing the earth to shake slightly, more terrifying than thunder, and even Ian subconsciously turned his head sideways and looked in the direction of the explosion.

Then, his eyes widened, and he watched a column of pitch-black smoke rise from the center of the city, which had risen rapidly and was being torn apart by the wind!

Is that......

"Viscount's Mansion?!"

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