Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 102 - 102 11 Traditional_2

102: Chapter 11 Traditional_2 102: Chapter 11 Traditional_2 Because of everything that happened today, she had to reassess and reevaluate this temple.

Fawkes’ usual caution and care was perfectly embodied in Helena this moment.

“Just for that statement, I would follow you to hunt dragons on Mount Tamerlarya!” Liu Zhenhan now felt his image was more imposing and full, deeply moved.

He exchanges a smile with the little fox, conveying more than words ever could.

Cui Beixi watched the two intimate lovers, opened her mouth to speak, but reconsidered and held her tongue.

“Shall I share my past with you both?” Cui Beixi weighed her words, and then reframed her question.

“Yes, yes!” Helen jumped up excitedly, “You’ve never told me about your past before!”

“I’m also curious to know.” Liu Zhenhan automatically stroked his nose, “I heard the Medusa clan vanished into the sands of history long ago, and it always puzzled me as to why you, my mentor…”

“That’s a somewhat long story…” Cui Beixi gazed off into her boundless memories, sinking into a short spell of deep thought.

After a while, she began, “My mentor, one of the current twelve principal priests of the kingdom, is the genius sacrificer of the Smey swan clan, Lord Mourinho.

During his travels for cultivation, he found an elliptical white egg in the forest of the South Cross Star.

He thought it was an egg of a magical beast and out of curiosity, he brought the egg back to his dominion…”

“Lord Mourinho?

So your mentor is Lord Mourinho!” Helen’s face immediately turned excitedly rosy.

Her admiration was evident: “I heard Lord Mourinho became the Scepter Shaman at twenty!

And I heard he’s the most handsome man in the kingdom.

The pair of wings behind him makes him look like an angel, or so many silly humans believed when he traveled around human territories!”

“Can I meet your mentor at some point?” Helen pouted, tugging at the arm of the beautiful snake, showing her plea.

“You’ll have the opportunity.

Your coronation ceremony—I’ll definitely have him hurry over.

After all, a fifteen-year-old War Shaman, even in the kingdom, surpasses the previous record held by Lord Mourinho!” Cui Beixi affectionately wrapped her arm around Helen’s.

“Mentor, I want to continue listening to the story.” Liu Zhenhan made a face from the sidelines, a look of jealousy just short of being written on his face.

“Hehe, I’ll continue.

Helen, you can’t interrupt again.” The beautiful snake looked at Helen and Liu Zhenhan, resuming her story: “Lord Mourinho was just twenty that year, already an official War Shaman of the Kingdom.

The time he found the egg was precisely when he had embarked on his journey of trials to advance from a War Shaman to a Scepter Shaman.”

“What happened next?” The little fox tilted her head, a look of anticipation on her face.

“The egg that Lord Mourinho incubated by fire, guess what hatched from it?” The snake-woman smiled broadly as she watched the little fox.

“Lord Mourinho was the Fire Phoenix sacrificer who could compete with the Dragon sacrificer, unique in the kingdom.

I guess it must’ve been a phoenix egg.” The little fox looked extremely pleased and full of daydreams.

“I guess…” Liu Zhenhan threw a curveball: “I guess the creature hatched from the egg was you, my mentor!”

The little fox was instantly startled by this statement, looking flabbergasted at Liu Zhenhan, and then she turned back to look at her mentor.

The snake-woman also looked surprised at Liu Zhenhan, then nodded, “Indeed, the creature hatched from that egg was me.

How did you know, Richard?”

“I guessed.” Liu Zhenhan answered plainly.

It wasn’t like picking up a phoenix egg while reading a boring novel.

Liu Zhenhan had never even found a chicken egg.

“Helen, don’t be too surprised.

Not every Beamon descendant is born live.

The descendants of the Swan Tribe and the model clan are hatched from eggs just like Medusas,” the snake-woman explained.

“When Helen told me, it seemed the Medusa clan had disappeared in the kingdom for a long time.

So why are you, my mentor…” Liu Zhenhan was a bit confused, suddenly remembering the conversation he had with Helen in front of the War God beast statue before entering the temple.

“Actually, I’ve been confused about this too…” Helen innocently shrugged her shoulders, making a cute, mischievous face.

“There are numerous clans within the Beamon tribes that have faded into the annals of history, not just the Medusas.

During the divine wars of ten thousand years ago, in order to resist the brutal invading demonic army, the Beamon tribes lost about eighty percent of their species.

The once-flourishing Beamon Kingdom on the Aegean continent started its decline since then.” The snake woman pointed to the “Ceremonial Code” in Liu Zhenhan’s hand, “It’s recorded in the code.

Although most of the information is incomplete, you can still get an idea of the horror of that time.”

“Eighty percent?” Liu Zhenhan’s eyes went wide.

“Don’t believe it?” Cui Beixi sighed, “Among the Beamon, the Bug Tribe, which consisted of the most diverse factions, was completely annihilated during that divine war.

The only remaining Green Party Mantis tribe is now on the verge of extinction.

According to last year’s census, the population of the Green Party Mantis tribe throughout the country is less than one hundred.

Extinction is just a matter of time.

Perhaps the Bug Tribe may have some surviving bloodlines living in remote mountains, but restoring the glory of the original tribe is impossible.

Not just the Bug Tribe, I can name numerous damages the cruel war caused to Beamon.

Two thousand years ago in the ‘Maritime Battle’, almost all aquatic races of the Beamon suffered heavy losses.

A thousand years ago in the ‘Heigar Battle’, during the ‘Tennessee Aerial Battle’ against the human’s powerful dragon knights and gryphon cavalry troops, almost all of our Bode Tribe (PS: Bode Tribe refers to Bird Tribe) were killed on the battlefield.

Now only the Smey Swan Clan and the Ostrit Ostrich Clan, both of which have long lost their ability to fly, are left to uphold the glory of the Beamon in the sky.”