Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1079 - 280: Ridiculous

Chapter 1079: Chapter 280: Ridiculous

The main force’s elven messenger had indeed predicted correctly, as that evening, the advance force of five hundred Wolf Riders had arrived at Yale Oasis.

Seeing these five hundred Wolf Cavalry with their lips also full of dry cracks and bleeding, yet still spirited and disciplined in their military bearing, made the generals of the Turun United Brigade feel somewhat ashamed------------the reliance of Fawkes in the Northeast Province on the Wolf support from the Southeast Province during border defense tasks could also be fundamentally and precisely traced back to here.

After arranging the reception tasks, Liu Zhenhan stood on the barren desert in the north of Yale Oasis, stretching his neck long, but still not seeing Qian Qian and the others return, he felt vaguely anxious.

Qian Qian had set off two days ago with the Mixed Brigade tasked with subjugating the Desert Natives, to also bring over her uncle’s family from a lesser-known oasis; although it could be said that they were coming under her protection, out of sincerity, Liu Zhenhan had still dispatched Helen and Moer to accompany the bridal reception team, while he himself anchored the defense of the entire Yale Oasis and couldn’t leave. Now that the Mixed Brigade had returned with captives, the bridal team was nowhere to be seen.

The more Liu Zhenhan thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. With the bridal team’s strength, neither wild beasts nor desert bandits could pose a threat to them, but Liu Zhenhan worried they might have gotten lost, or encountered quicksand, dust storms, or other natural disasters, which would be troublesome.

Regarding the perils of the desert, Liu Zhenhan had heard the ostrich guide from the Cambridge Brigade of the Ostrit Tribe lecture endless times. In the Taklamago Desert, there exists a "Sand Sea Mirage," a dangerous illusion created by the hidden "Sand Sea Mirage" beneath the vast sands, which can easily disorient people and cause them to stray further into the endless desert until they run out of water and food, ultimately buried in the sands.

In comparison, the Sea Mirage and the Mountain Mirage, though also illusions created by Mirage creatures, are far less perilous than the Sand Sea Mirage, making Liu Zhenhan increasingly fearful.

The night deepened, and a large area in the center of Yale Oasis had been cleared where numerous excited spectators were watching the second encore of the real-life Imperial Duel. This real-life recording was of the battle to the death between the Shaman of Divine Songs leading the Summer Palace Guard of Ice Phoenix and the Flame Emperor. The magic cinema screen currently displayed the scene of Knight Korina holding his seven-meter-heavy dragon lance upright, charging fearlessly at the Flame Emperor. With its completely clear panoramic playback, the imposing figure of the mammoth rider clad in golden vine armor running wildly, coupled with the intense atmosphere, gripped the hearts of all spectators tightly; a tremendous gasp arose from the oasis, and several porcupine warriors watching nervously from palm trees ended up falling down due to the tension.

Liu Zhenhan hung the Night Luminescent Dragon Pearl on a nearby palm tree, hoping it would serve as a conspicuous beacon when the bridal team returned. Glancing at the "Twelve-time Bracelet" on his wrist, Liu Zhenhan thought to himself that if the bridal team didn’t return within an hour, he might as well go find them himself to ease his worry.

Guoguo, wearing a cowboy hat and a red neck scarf, was nonchalantly bouncing a ball nearby, while a little parrot stood on the palm tree watching Guoguo play crazily.

Seeing Guoguo’s carefree and joyous manner, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but think of the twin Blood Infants he had sent to Ice Phoenix’s side. It had been a month since they parted, and he truly wanted to go back and see them now.

A marten fur cloak lightly landed on Old Liu’s shoulders, and Liu Zhenhan turned back quickly; it was the young Nun Joan of Arc.

Under the soft yet bright light of the Night Luminescent Dragon Pearl, wearing a black nun’s robe, Joan of Arc leaned against the palm tree, smiling reservedly at Liu Zhenhan.

Since she had just washed her hair, Joan of Arc hadn’t yet put on her nun’s veil, and her wet brown hair looked like a cascading waterfall, bright enough to reflect someone’s image, framing her beautifully picturesque youthful face.

Liu Zhenhan’s eyes went slack; he hadn’t realized Joan of Arc’s hair had grown so long nor that her flowing hair could have such a mesmerizing, unique charm. Had he known, why would he have bought a mirror? If Joan of Arc had removed her nun’s veil, this long, beautiful hair would serve as a mirror!

Liu Zhenhan finally understood why Master Puskas was adamant about not entrusting Joan of Arc to Saint Paul Church to become a saintess!

"Sir, why are you always staring at me?" Joan of Arc blushed, lowered her head, and fidgeted with her slender fingers on the nearby palm tree.

Liu Zhenhan was completely dumbfounded, and Guoguo, who was joyfully bouncing the ball, also opened her mouth wide, grinning foolishly at Joan of Arc.

This was the first time Joan of Arc had called him by an honorific title herself! Liu Zhenhan could hardly believe it was real!

Knowing that Joan of Arc had never used such a respectful title even for her own father, Master Puskas!

When Liu Zhenhan first met this father-daughter pair in the capital of Dorott Duchy, Valencia City, their relationship had been very strained with hardly any conversation between them; now, it seemed to have improved, as Joan of Arc had recently accompanied Master Puskas on a shopping trip in Sabak.

"Sir..." Seeing Liu Zhenhan still staring at her dumbfoundedly, Joan of Arc’s face turned as red as a hot iron, and she pouted her lips with infinite coyness.