Above The Sky
Chapter 32 - 32 30 Natives

32: Chapter 30 Natives 32: Chapter 30 Natives On the seaside of the Bison Mountain Range, countless towering giant redwoods seemed to pierce into the clouds.

These trees, with an average height of over a hundred meters and unbelievably tough, acted as natural battleship skeletons, and any redwood over one hundred and fifty years old, whether magical or not, was considered equivalent to Sublimation Plants.

The network formed by hundreds or thousands of these giants could even constitute a natural Spirit Energy Field with a vague collective consciousness of the trees.

When the pioneers of The Empire first reached the Southern Sea’s Redwood Forest, they were overjoyed, believing they had found an excellent natural warship base and thus established the precursor to Harrison Port.

Whether it was the vast expanse of the Forest Sea of Redwoods, or the deepwater port ideally situated along the river by the sea, these were all essentials for a large coastal city.

At that time, the pioneers thought they would build a magnificent port in the remote South Ridge, turning the place into the largest commercial city in the Southern Province, and the frontier of Humans would continue to push into the unknown Southern Sea as a result of their exploration.

Not only that, the unexplored Bison Mountain Range, though wild and primitive, also hid treasures beyond human imagination—the Spirit Energy Field itself would slowly accumulate Origin Quality, fostering the birth of more Sublimation Plants with peculiar effects.

Beneath the roots of the ancient Forest Sea colonies that may have been rooted for a millennium, high-purity elemental crystal blocks or even Origin Quality gems had likely already formed.

Here, there were fruits that could heal all diseases, tree sap that could bring the dead back to life and whiten bones, Sublimation ore veins buried deep beneath the earth, and even more precious than gold were the bones of Magical Beasts hidden in profound caverns, as well as lands that could be called bountiful…

For the pioneers who wanted to open up new homes, this place was simply perfect.

But they overlooked an extremely important point.

That was the Natives who had been living generation after generation in the Redwood Forest.

Those who worshipped the collective consciousness of the trees, who revered the powerful native Magical Beast Alien Forms, who settled in large and small, hostile Cannibal Native tribes scattered throughout the lush Redwood Forest.

Primitive, indeed, but the Natives possessed primitive strength and exquisite hunting skills, among which were the Shamans known as Sublimators capable of mobilizing the local Spirit Energy Field, coordinating, or even controlling Magical Beasts in battle.

What followed was war.

The battles and skirmishes between the Natives and The Empire’s pioneers continued to this day, with the most hostile tribes around Harrison Port having been wiped out, their worshipped Magical Beasts and primitive tree spirits killed and burnt, their bodies decomposed and reused as materials.

The remaining Native tribes were relatively amenable and willing to trade with the Imperial People.

Conversely, the Imperial People could not casually enter their ‘Holy Ground,’ recognizing their autonomy, otherwise The Empire might not lose, but Harrison Port was doomed to destruction.

Therefore, now, the territories were clearly divided, with neither side crossing the line.

As evening approached, on the western riverbank of Harrison Port along the Ivoke River, a group of Redwood Natives gathered amidst the dense and secluded foliage and underbrush.

There were fifteen of them in total, most of them with indifferent expressions, seemingly waiting for something.

And on all the Natives’ faces and exposed skin were strange patterns, long and short, which allowed them to blend into the dense forest better and also bestowed them with strength from ancient blessings.

“Shaman Achitou, three more hunters have died.”

Soon after, as the night sky gradually dimmed, a hunter covered in tattoos silently emerged from the shadows in the direction of Harrison Port.

He communicated with his companions using simple language and gestures: “The Imperial People have not responded in any way, and those who negotiated with us have yet to offer an explanation.”

Without any superfluous embellishment, nor intense emotional expression from anyone, the language of the Natives was simple, but the tone carried a sense of anger and fear that spread across the faces of all the hunters as the speaking hunter’s expression changed.

“The ritual will begin tomorrow…

Without enough pure offerings, we cannot receive the Great Shaman’s blessing!”

One hunter couldn’t help but speak up, with panic and anger: “Achitou is one of the few Shamans of our tribe, and if he dies, we…”

Fear arose from the inability to fulfill the Great Shaman’s demands, and anger was directed at the Imperial People.

Their tribe was one of the rare “gentle factions” willing to trade with the Imperial People to exchange what each needed, even if they truly required sacrificial victims, they would not attack villages to hunt for them like other “savage” tribes; instead, they attempted to trade with resources and money.

In their view, there was no doubt that something went wrong with the previously negotiated deal with Ossenna, who had agreed to hand over his two nephews for thirty tállè, but had reneged and summoned the Imperial Guard, killing their Shaman and several of their finest hunters.

What?

Ossenna went berserk, killing Shaman Achitou and his companions?

What a joke!

Hadn’t they seen Ossenna before?

A waste of space, high on black mushrooms and barely in his right mind, any hunter present had confidence they could take his life within a single breath!

“The Imperial People must pay with their lives.”

In the dim shadows, a hoarse and low voice rose.

As that voice sounded, all other Natives, who were angrily denouncing and cursing, fell silent.

A hunter, tall and wearing a scale crown, slowly rose from the shadows—unlike most of his peers who were only about 1.3 to 1.5 meters tall, this Native Warrior impressively stood over two meters tall!

Merely by standing, his muscular frame towered over everyone.

The Scale-Crowned Hunter was evidently the leader of this team; he spoke slowly, “I have made other preparations for the sacrifice, and while it may not dazzle the Great Shaman, it won’t cause any delay or dissatisfaction.

As for the Imperial People, let a seagull carry the message, telling their Lord to hand over the murderer, or else wait for a blood repayment.”

“The murderer of Achitou must pay with blood for blood.”

One could see that the body of the Scale-Crowned Hunter also bore numerous stripes, and moreover, was covered with a layer of dense, light grey scales, like armored clothing.

These fine, sturdy scales originated from the exotic patterns that ran across his entire body, spreading to every corner.

Surveying all the hunters present, he calmly commanded, “Moreover, we have paid for the sacrifices.

Ossenna and his nephews are our property.

They intend to renege, but it is meaningless.”

“Find them.

Kill them.

Sacrifice them.”

Following the Scale-Crowned Hunter’s orders, all other hunters silently bowed their heads, signifying their obedience.

Under the fading sunlight, a dozen shades vanished silently into the tangle of aerial roots and intertwined branches.

A portion of them headed towards Harrison Port.

And just as the Natives were on the move,

Elder Prude of the White Folks, followed by several attendants, was hastening towards the center of Harrison Port, towards a luxurious and splendid building.

That was the residence of Viscount Grant of the Empire, theoretically the highest-ranking official in the area.

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