"Shh......h This is no longer your territory. Mountain Lord, don't be rashly angry......"

Just as the giant crocodile dragon pushed down the gates and stared into the city, his anger growing upward, a weak voice came from overhead.

Between the two protruding scales and spines on the crocodile's forehead, a vague figure was breathing weakly, as if sitting cross-legged on a seat made of giant beast's flesh and blood.

But if you look closely, you can see that the seat of flesh is essentially the twisted and blurred lower body of a person, and under this seat, there are crimson twisted flesh rhizomes spreading, and the roots alienated from blood vessels and nerves are rooted in the head of the crocodile dragon with the vague figure as the source, exchanging dark purple fluorescent liquid back and forth.

The great native shaman, Anim Deep Marsh, breathed softly, his underneath itself transformed into a distorted base of flesh and blood, setting itself in the crown of hard thorns of the mountain tide spirit's head.

Half of his body was leaning against a thick stone thorn, and there were no eyeballs in his eyes, only deep, hollow holes.

But on the contrary, with the words of the great shaman, the crocodile dragon's eyes rotated smartly, and with his mind, the crocodile dragon, which was originally accumulating anger and preparing to roar, declare that he had returned to his homeland, no longer moved, and actually suppressed his desire to destroy.

It just let out a low roar, and the invisible psionic field shook in all directions, and the surrounding city wall structure slowly collapsed in the shaking of the earth and stones, like a castle of melted gravel in the tide.

At the same time, the earth in the surrounding land began to swell against gravity - gravel, and the mud condensed into a solid dirt avenue at the will of the beast, and the muddy water mixed with a large amount of impurities washed away all the debris on it.

"Come on."

The Great Shaman gently commanded, and the beast stepped onto the dirt path of his own making, followed by several young shamans and warriors who poured into the city with a small number of natives.

Anim was already very old, and he was already one of the most prestigious shamans of the Great Redwoods Grove when the first generation of immigrants from the Empire, escorted by the Knights of Viscount Sr. Grant, arrived at Southridge Bay and began the construction of Harrison Harbor decades ago.

When other shamans of great prestige were killed in the war with the Empire, and died under the crystal sword and air blade of the old Viscount Grant, he gradually became the only great shaman who had always been lucky to survive.

Then, it was one man who shouldered the heavy responsibility and continued to fight, kill, and sacrifice against the people of the Empire......

and the final peace talks.

Truth be told, Anim had no additional hatred for the Imperials.

To him, the Empire is nothing more than a large tribe of the land of Terra, with its own chieftains, warriors, shamans, and hunters.

And the other party's invasion of themselves is no different from their natives' behavior of conquest and plundering sacrifices.

He also envied the fact that the people of the empire did not need to sacrifice to many mountain lords, and they had their own sublimation power.

At least, they won't go hungry and don't have to eat people.

"Isn't that good?"

If he could, he would also like to be an Empireman, like those mountain people further north, who, after the defeat of the war, received an invitation to join the Empire and began to disobey the teachings of his ancestors and learn to farm, shepherd and settle.

And the originally brave hunters have even become the mainstay of the Southern Legion.

"It's a pity...... We are not them. ”

- Sequoia people, with their own mission and secrets.

Anim looked up, his empty eyes staring at the stormy lands raging to the south—as the crocodile beneath the Great Shaman turned its head, six red eyes like jewels staring into the distance.

- There, there is the sacred land of their redwood people, and the legacy handed down by their ancestors.

For the sake of the inheritance and sacred relics, the ancestors of the Redwoods split into various tribes, killing and sacrificing each other, losing countless inheritances and mysteries, and also causing the Redwoods to be defeated and retreated under the attack of a knight order, and lost the entire Misty Bay and River Marsh area, allowing them to build the current Port Harrison.

That's not a bad thing.

Because...... If humanity is to be united, there must be an external enemy.

By now, the four indigenous tribes had united, and so had many of the remaining sub-tribes—the Redwoods were as united as they had been thousands of years ago under the threat of the Imperials.

"If it weren't for the great storm eight years ago, one of the inheritance keys would have been lost...... The key may have been gathered long ago. ”

Retracting his gaze, the sighing Great Shaman returned his gaze to Port Harrison, and then locked firmly in the direction where the Viscount's Mansion was located: "But these are all minutiae. ”

"It's there."

The huge crocodile dragon roared, it sensed the two contradictory emotions of 'excitement' and 'calmness' transmitted by the human above its head, and felt very uncomfortable, wanting to wantonly destroy and vent its anger.

But the giant beast could not get rid of the manipulation of the human mind above his head, and could only obediently follow the instructions of the other party and take a step forward.

The crimson blood-colored roots that spread from the Great Shaman's body were very similar to the crimson blood ink he had offered at the Pure Sacrifice two months earlier, and these veins and nerves were mixed deep into the crocodile's brain, and could even take over all the thoughts and actions of the other party if necessary.

These roots are pure life essence condensation, the life of dozens of hundreds, or even more people has been refined and fused, and it is its power that allows the incomparably old shaman to take root on the head of the spirit of the mountain tide and control the other party's every move.

- The sacrifice that the mountain lord wants to live...... Then give it life.

But, the price is.

"Your life is my life."

Whispering, the great shaman clearly sensed that there was a dark echo guiding him in the Viscount's Mansion.

That is the fluctuation of one of the four sacred relics of the Sequoias, the 'Key to the Sea'!

"The Holy Land is boiling, setting off monstrous waves and storms, and the keys are also boiling—O despicable Imperials, you cannot hide the ancestral relics that you have taken from our Sequoia Holy Land!"

After determining the target, the old man sneered.

This is also the reason why he did not hesitate to consume the essence of the Spirit of the Sea of Trees for more than ten years, ate the Foresight Futaba, predicted the date of the South China Sea storm and the actions of Viscount Grant - only when the Holy Land is abnormal, the key will also be abnormal, and all this can only be sensed by the redwoods who also have the essentia secret key in the depths of their blood, and it is impossible for those Imperial people who do not have the same blood to know.

"Run it over."

The Great Shaman gives the order.

So the lord of the mountain went on.

The terrible tremors occurred from the crocodile's feet.

Ordinary swamp crocodile is a typical low-level Warcraft species with most of the first energy level and a few second energy levels, generally one meter five in height and no more than eight meters in length, but a crocodile of the first energy level can fight against a formal knight.

The second-level swamp crocodile, even the smallest individual, is more than fifteen meters long, which is taller than ordinary people, and the normal individuals can grow to five or six meters tall and more than twenty meters long after a long period of accumulation.

However, it is a swamp crocodile that can be worshipped as a totem spirit and mountain master, has survived for more than 150 years, has a basic psionic field, and is close to the third energy level...... It cannot be judged by its race.

This giant beast that is more than ten meters tall, taller than the city wall or even a five-story tower when it holds its head high, and has a length of more than seventy meters, is already infinitely close to the high-level demonic beast, but it lacks the wisdom and skills of the high-level demonic beast that is close to or even surpasses that of humans.

But now, it is not the crocodile that controls this powerful body.

It's the sequoia great shaman Anim.

At the moment when the crocodile dragon stepped forward, the violent shock caused the surrounding houses to shake violently, the glass shattered, the doors and windows were twisted, and the fragile ones collapsed directly.

The wind swept the debris of the building into the air, accelerating the flying stones and wood fragments to dangerous proportions, and smashing the windows and door panels of the surrounding rows of houses, but fortunately there were no pedestrians on the road today, otherwise it would have been almost a massacre.

Even the sturdy bluestone path could not bear the weight of the giant beast and began to dent, but with the will of the Great Shaman, the surrounding land gathered like a living thing to take on the body of its owner.

But in the process, the streets of Port Harrison were completely destroyed, and a jagged dirt road appeared where the crocodile passed.

Like a scar.

At this moment, all the remaining defensive towers in Port Harrison were aware of this majestic behemoth, and after a brief moment of shock, they all attacked in unison.

Rumble! The blinding light bloomed, pulling out a two-meter-long tongue of charged fire, and a sonic cloud appeared, and the atmosphere filled with torrential rain and gale was pierced in an instant, creating a cylindrical cavity.

The continuous alchemy artillery erupted, like a continuous thunderclap reverberating on the earth, and the cannonballs with the front and back pillars galloped at a speed that even the sound could not keep up with, and they bombarded straight towards the crocodile's body.

However, the crocodile only closed its eyelids.

Long before it could move forward, its power was activated—the earthy mud was like a living creature, climbing up from the earth against the current, crawling slowly on the surface of the beast's body.

Faintly visible, in the center of the crocodile's scales and the tips of the spines, there are tiny earthy yellow crystals shining brightly, and these dense rays of light are connected to each other, vaguely forming an incomparably complex network of light patterns.

It's a magnetic field, and it's not just a magnetic field...... The invisible field spreads, the viscous mud measured in meters thick as the first layer of non-Newtonian liquid armor, and comes into contact with the alchemical cannonballs that are enough to shatter the city walls.

- Then came the explosion.

Boom Boom! The powerful shock wave was like a translucent ring, expelling all the rainwater from the surrounding area, and also bringing up a large amount of smoke and steam, collapsing the rows of houses closest to the battlefield.

But as the smoke cleared, all the tower gunners were shocked to find that the layers of mud shields covering the crocodile's body had been blown apart, and the half-metal scale armor under the shield had also oozed blood......

They did injure the enemy, but this kind of damage was only equivalent to being pierced by thorns on the fingertips of a second-level demonic beast.

Pain, but does not affect the ...... of the fight Instead, it can accumulate anger and increase strength.

And their position was also exposed by the attack.