Viscount Grant noticed the tear in Lamar's clothes on his shoulders and couldn't help frowning: "They hurt you?" It seems that I shouldn't have let the old immortal leave so easily. ”

He really regretted deliberately keeping his hand now.

"Your Excellency...... I'm a red people, and this little injury is nothing. Trying to break free without success, Lamar sighed, and Lamar was a little helpless: "I'm busy right now, and haven't you been close to Clendale lately?" ”

"Do you care about this?" The viscount said indifferently, "My dear, you know that this is for you Red People...... What's more, just because she looks a lot like you - doesn't she? ”

"She's my cousin, of course." Lamar replied stiffly, but then he sighed, and his tone softened a little: "My lord, this time is really dangerous, if you hadn't prepared the medicine and ballista in advance, it would have been impossible for the Viscount's Mansion to defend it...... Why exactly are the natives attacking here? ”

"They want to get revenge on me and my father, right?"

Viscount Grant replied casually, he kissed Lamar's forehead, and motioned to the other party not to ask deeply: "Don't think too much, it's not good." Learn from Pude, although he looks rough and direct, but he never asks this kind of question, that is a really smart person. ”

"If you want to be the leader of the Red People, you must learn from that wise old man in the future."

"Hmm." Lamar replied gently, he was tired after a day of fighting, and he didn't want to think too much about it now.

"Speaking of which."

Speaking of Pude, Viscount Grant turned his head thoughtfully and looked at the east of the city: "Who fired that shot?" If it's really turning the tide of battle, I need to give those brave men a good credit. ”

Meanwhile.

In the wind and rain, Scott, who stumbled all the way, finally arrived at the Viscount's Mansion.

For the inhabitants of Port Harrison, the war was over, and the storm would not cause much damage in front of them, who had been prepared.

Whether it's a well-prepared levee, a shelter for every household, or a fortified house, the damage can be reduced to a relatively low level...... As long as there is no extreme situation such as the totem spirit invading the city, even the Great Storm in the South China Sea will not be able to destroy almost half of the city like it did eight years ago.

The war inside the city is over, but outside the city, there are still some ripples in the aftermath.

Beside the official road between Trois-Rivières and Harrison Harbor, a small group of natives was hurrying through the grove.

The tall, scaly-skinned warrior who led the team had a heavy face, and the crown of feathers around his neck was half burned, which was enough to show the embarrassment of the chieftain who should be the chief of some redwood tribe.

Due to being flanked by the defenders of Ammoore Town and the Harrison Port Guard, the seven official psychic shamans were blocked by the Bishop of Huaiguang alone, and the allied forces could be said to be crushed at the touch of a button, and all of them had no intention of staying and fighting, and all of them scattered and fled.

The chief was lucky, because the raid was fast enough that the siege had not yet had time to take shape, so he and most of his elite escaped.

“…… One can only pray that the ancestors' plan to protect the Great Shaman will succeed......"

Thinking of the losses suffered by his tribe because of this operation, he couldn't help but hold his breath in his heart: "As long as the holy relics can be recaptured, at least the warriors can rest in peace in the arms of the ancestors......

But just as he was thinking with fear, exhaustion, and panic, a light suddenly lit up in the woods in front of him.

It was a fiery red sword light, still bright even in the sudden wind and rain, like a red-hot iron sword in an iron furnace, the blade of the sword split through the dark forest shadows, and the pungent smell of sulfur pressed down on the head!

The blazing blade was so dazzling that even the already exhausted chief reacted immediately, and immediately drew the short knife at his waist to block - a sharp and piercing sound sounded, accompanied by a tooth-souring metal cutting sound, and the chief's short knife was immediately cut through a huge gap, but he also took advantage of the situation to retreat, avoiding the deadly sword.

In the darkness, the red-haired and green-eyed mountain people walked out slowly, and the red-bladed Lübeck looked indifferently at all the natives present, and then locked his gaze on the chieftain who was like a great enemy, his eyes became hot little by little, and the five fingers holding the red-handed half-sword became more and more clenched.

- He doesn't remember.

The mercenary whispered in his heart, not angry that the other party did not recognize his expression.

For for the evil multitude is destined to be impossible to remember the father of every child he has taken.

And he was about to forget. Fifteen years later, he was about to forget the smile of his child, the face of his enemy, the determination he had made, the hatred that should not have been forgotten.

- But so what?

At least for now, he remembers.

Without the slightest hesitation, the mountain people let out a low cry and charged forward, the blazing fire even evaporating the surrounding rainwater, causing the steam that refracted the red light to spread in all directions.

The native chieftain, who had no idea why the other party was ambushing him here, also roared, gritted his teeth and raised his short spear, and surrounded the man in front of him with the hunters of his own tribe.

A few minutes later.

“…… The corpse's head is still intact, and it should meet the requirements of the bishop. ”

Throwing the half-sword of his hand, which had been distorted from cooling, to the ground, the still hot iron made a snorting sound when it touched the cold rain, and Lübeck let out a breath as he looked around at the many corpses that were in tatters and wounds like carbon.

The man grabbed the tall chieftain by the hair and carried the other's head, and he also raised his head and looked further north: "I don't know why the Bishop knows who my enemy is, and why he helps me locate him...... Never mind. ”

"I can't figure it out anyway."

Shaking his head slightly, Lübeck has never been a person with complex thinking, he only knows that the result of selling himself to the Bishop of Huaiguang is not bad, and even quite good.

He has struck down his enemies and converted to the 'Light of Glory,' and his men will have a home—and that is enough.

As for why the bishop did this, what his purpose was, and why he needed to hide his actions from Viscount Grant and secretly hunt down the head of such a large tribal chieftain......

Does he look like someone who can figure it out?

He has only learned how to write his own name in recent years!

"It's time to report." Carrying his booty, the man headed north.

Offshore sea, around Odell Reef.

Hilliard stood at the edge of the storm's core, looking up as the pillar-like pillars of rain clouds moved toward the south.

On the surface of the sea, although the tide was still raging, the abnormal vortex and electric light were gone—there was no way to break through, and the spirits of the defeated tide and drum waves had long since receded into the depths of the sea, and Hilliard did not want to go to the deep sea and did not have the strength to pursue the two giant beasts.

"Probably tomorrow morning."

Lowering his head, the silver stream of light flickered, observing the steaming heat in the sea, the old knight muttered: "With the help of the sea water to dissipate the heat of siltation...... Is there a problem with the original heat dissipation circulation system? But if you can't find the door, you can't get through it at all. ”

"Where is the entrance to the ruins?"

The old man couldn't help but shake his head slightly, he knew very well that even if he got the key, he had to find the official entrance to the ruins, otherwise, he would go directly through the heat dissipation in the sea and just stew himself as ribs.

"Well, at least there's time."

Hilliard didn't think too much about it, after all, this kind of thing is urgent: "Looking at the previous movement, it should be the aborigines who retreated. ”

He made up his mind and went back to the city.

The destruction of the city was not unexpected by Hilliard, and even the extent of the destruction was limited to a small area near the port area to the west and south of the city.

"It seems that the Grant family still hasn't lost their bravery, and they have some ability, and they live up to their original trust......

The old knight couldn't help but murmur: "The Viscount's Mansion has been bombed and has not been breached?" Were they prepared? ”

This incident is surprising enough.

But what shocked him the most was when he went home and saw the crystal flesh in his disciple's hands.

"Teacher? You're back, huh? ”

Ian, who had just cleaned up the stagnant water in his home and had stocked up on jerky before eating some, had recovered a little.

He raised his head to look at the surprised teacher, and couldn't help laughing: "Come and see, teacher, I haven't understood what type of sublimation material this sublimation material is so far, and what is its use." ”

"I feel like this thing is a bit extraordinary!"