Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1067 - 275: The Demand for Surrender_2

Chapter 1067: Chapter 275: The Demand for Surrender_2

Liu Zhenhan paced back and forth on the wooden platform with a duck-like stride, hands clasped behind his back, smilingly watching these Mulan warriors. Fat Luo sheathed his dark iron longsword, and Ali Dai slumped onto the planks, gasping heavily. Just as he reached to pull out his Imperial Golden Knife, a huge and sharp blade tip prodded his chin. Fat Luo shook his head, and Ali Dai, supporting himself with his hands on the planks, was slowly prodded to his feet by the blade tip.

Another large section of the earthen wall was pushed down, and a warrior, godlike in stature, lifted the camel squatting behind the wall as easily as if throwing a mud ball, casually tossing it over his shoulder, as if from a thousand years hence, the sound of a heavy object falling and the camel’s shriek reverberated through the air.

Every Mulan warrior who witnessed this scene ’gulped’ and swallowed hard, feeling that the warrior with three long beards had gathered all the words related to strength in the world onto his person.

"How come no one steps forward to exchange a few words with me? Could it be that I am perceived as a daunting tiger?" Liu Zhenhan no longer swaggered around and sat down on his axe case. The ancient-styled axe case, exquisitely decorated with beast patterns, occasionally served as a makeshift stool, which wasn’t a bad choice.

The Mulan soldiers all remained silent, the desert men all shared this temperament, but even if articulate Silk Road traders were standing here today, they would probably also be at a loss for words.

"You’re quite impressive. I saw from afar that your curved knife killed seven of our Piegel warriors," said Liu Zhenhan as he slapped his thigh and stood up from the axe case stool, nudging the Imperial Golden Knife stuck in the wood with his foot and catching the handle with his right hand. The golden blade shone like a pool of sunlight, dazzling and hazy, utterly unstained by blood.

"It was eight," said Ali Dai in an unwavering manner.

"Not bad, your command of the Common Tongue of the Continent," commented Liu Zhenhan, raising an eyebrow. He spat on the Imperial Golden Knife in his hand, and the saliva quickly gathered at the tip of the smooth blade due to the blood groove, brewing for a moment before finally dropping off with a ’ding’, and the knife tip emitted a faint sound like the humming of a dragon.

Ali Dai glared at Liu Zhenhan with a fierce look, silent, observing with an Eagle Falcon-like gaze.

"It really isn’t easy to deal with you desert people, since you hardly ever speak," Liu Zhenhan said with a hint of boredom. "Do you really not intend to say anything?"

"Barbarian, what do you want to ask?" asked Ali Dai abruptly, a strange flicker passing through the other man’s eyes for an instant. From that look, Ali Dai sensed a trace of bloodthirstiness that gave him chills, a savageness that was deliberately concealed yet could be understood by any true warrior.

"Good, you have some sense. If you didn’t speak up, you would have lost your chance to speak forever," Liu Zhenhan said with a cold laugh.

"Your Majesty, there should be a lot of slaves here. Have you seen them? Many are dressed in rags, with characters branded on their faces. Although I don’t understand what the characters are, only slaves have such marks," General Reyes leaned in and pointed at a group of Mulan soldiers below the platform. With victory in sight, the young Fox Tribe general had an uncontrollable joy on his face, yet he was striving to suppress his emotions, since maintaining composure was a basic expectation for a pureblood noble.

The priests and mages climbed onto the platform through the gap in the earthen wall, their expressions much like that of General Reyes, chatting in whispers, unable to repress their eagerness to communicate.

"Reyes, who exactly are we fighting against?" Liu Zhenhan shook his head and chuckled bitterly. "It’s bewildering. We fight, and after the fight, it’s so difficult even to make conversation. What should we do?"

"Your Majesty, our constabulary has ways to deal with them. This guy wielding the golden knife must be their leader," General Reyes began clapping his hands, clad in immaculate white gloves, and ten Zebra Warriors, each carrying a longsword, lined up, their gaze fixed on Ali Dai.

Mojie of the Imperial Golden Knife scoffed disdainfully, his hearty laugh stirring his thick beard—a display of desert warrior’s pride that these barbarians could hardly fathom.

The two elven knights also found their comrade’s body, and the tragic scene instantly brought them to the ground, wailing loudly as they removed their cloaks to cover the corpse. They hugged their deceased partner, unleashing a downpour of tears in the desert.

Liu stood motionless, staring for a long time, the corner of his eyes twitching slightly.

Since the crowned head remained silent, the ten Zebra warriors likewise didn’t dare make a move. All the Mulan with Silver Knives Mojies tensely gripped their blades, their eyes hardened with a grim determination. They could feel the unusual atmosphere and had mentally prepared themselves for the final fight looming ahead.

"Anyone who is a slave, come forward." Liu took a deep breath, sighed deeply as he looked up, and waved his hand towards more than two thousand Mulan soldiers huddled together beneath the stage.

The Mulan soldiers stirred mightily within the crowd. The porcupine spear throwers raised their javelins on the stage at once, and Figo, the Whale Warrior, lifted up a roaring camel, ready to throw it at any moment. His gigantic anchor stood beside him, its height even surpassing that of the porcupine spear throwers who were on the stage.

"I admire your courage! Soldiers should have the spirit of soldiers. I have no ill intentions. According to Aegean traditions, as captives, you have the right to ransom yourselves, but that requires money." Liu smiled at the restless Mulan soldiers and made a calming gesture with both hands: "There’s a difference in ransom for slaves, commoners, and nobles. Don’t overthink it."

Slaves from Dile, Wo Tower, and Yasha nervously stepped out. A few Mulan soldiers who were about to draw their swords to stop the slaves were deterred by the piercing stares of the Antelope Warriors, their blades drooping downward.

Although a considerable number of slaves had come forward, many others looked back hesitantly, uncertain of their steps. People from the desert had often heard of these unwritten rules on the Aegean Continent’s battlefield. However, for the lowly commoners who had lost their countries, such a rule made little difference—their captors frequently massacred slaves in fits of rage, a common scene in the desert wars.

The Antelope Warriors roughly pushed the slaves, herding over a thousand of them to an open area. Their weapons were also collected in one place. The departure of the slaves considerably thinned the ranks of the Mulan soldiers, leaving perhaps five or six hundred. Yet, these desert men closed ranks even tighter, their glinting blades casting a dazzling reflection around them.

"Why haven’t you laid down your weapons yet?" Liu asked, seemingly puzzled as he observed these desert warriors.

"Barbarian! It seems the Mojies of Mulan have not surrendered, have we? Each Mojie’s blade is still sharp enough to take a hundred barbarian heads!" Ali Dai, ignoring the long sword at his throat, angrily waved his fists at Liu.

"Mulan?" Liu’s eyes brightened: "I guess that’s the name of your country, right?"

"State your terms, what do you demand for you to lay down your arms and surrender?" General Reyes found the presence of five or six hundred warriors to be troublesome. As an honor graduate of the kingdom’s military academy who advocated for winning without a fight, he did not wish to push these fierce desert warriors into a corner, as it could lead to casualties among his own troops.

Had this been in Aegean, soldiers encircled like this would have long surrendered their weapons. These desert men, however, retained their defiant and unruly gaze, which General Reyes found quite incomprehensible.

"Barbarian! Let a hundred of our men leave this place! The ransom will be delivered by our messengers in time!" Ali Dai was secretly pleased hearing this; he thought these barbarians were absurd. He had never encountered such ludicrous foes—asking for terms to surrender was simply too foolish.