Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1084 - 281: Crippled Guard_3

Chapter 1084: Chapter 281: Crippled Guard_3

Both Kings of the Hill lifted their heads together, their gazes fervent, although one was a cyclops and the other breathed as if he were operating a bellows, somewhat destroying the overall impression.

"If not for me, you wouldn’t be crippled." Liu Zhenhan pursed his lips and let out a cold laugh, "Why don’t you hate me? Instead, you want to follow me into battle? Very strange..."

"Our lives are given by you, my lord, and our bodies have also been marked as your slaves; we no longer have the right to choose." The two Kings of the Hill suddenly tensed up, as they detected a thick scent of blood from their Overlord’s words.

The Overlord remained silent for a long while, watching the two Kings of the Hill with an eagle falcon’s gaze, as cold sweat quietly moistened the backs of these two pitiful Gray Dwarves.

"A crippled lord with two crippled warriors? Interesting!" Liu Zhenhan nodded.

"Alright! I agree to your request! From now on, the two of you will form a combat combination with my four personal bodyguards, serving as my personal guards! Unyielding will is the standard of a warrior, and I like your courage."

"We swear never to fail the knightly honor you have bestowed upon us!" The two Kings of the Hill swore to Liu Zhenhan with utmost reverence, prostrating themselves on the ground excitedly.

"If one day..." Liu Zhenhan rested his arm on his knee and half leaned out, asking another cruel question, "...if I get into a conflict with your kin and I command you to personally slay your own people, what would you do?"

The two Kings of the Hill were stunned and looked at each other, silent for a long time.

"I like this silence as your answer." Liu Zhenhan burst into laughter, suddenly standing up, "The Difeng Giants took five generations and ten thousand years to forge a total of four hundred and eighty-nine sets of Crown Thorns Armor. Not many warriors are qualified to wear this coming-of-age armor. Now, I’m giving each of you a set. As for your hammers and the board-sized battle axes, you can craft them using the leftover bones and hides of the Kui Niu. There are only a few days left before we head to the battlefield, I hope it’s sufficient time for you!"

"We Kings of the Hill do not wear armor, my lord! Our skin is naturally petrified, wearing armor will slow our movements, only ordinary Dwarf Soldiers need armor!" King of the Hill Buckley raised an objection.

"Oh?" Liu Zhenhan’s hand trembled with laughter and his cigar flicked out a big spark, "I’m curious about your endurance. How about this, do you have the guts to punch it and let me see the real strength of a King of the Hill, how about it?"

Liu Zhenhan’s cigar pointed towards Guoguo by his side, whose little eyes were rolling around mischievously.

"No problem!" King of the Hill Buckley agreed readily.

Although this ignorant Gray Dwarf had heard tales of the great strength possessed by the young master of Helenite, he wasn’t very clear about how strong Guoguo actually was. In his mind, as a King of the Hill, even being punched by a Giant wasn’t a big deal, let alone by a Frosty Pichu born with divine strength!

Guoguo let out a silly "hehe" laugh, with a big ball on top of his head, he waddled towards Anuo, bouncing his small behind. The King of the Hill watched him, and Guoguo watched back; Buckley suddenly had an ominous premonition, feeling like the Frosty Pichu’s gaze was similar to a hungry dog eyeing dung, or a turtle spotting mung beans.

King of the Hill Buckley soon experienced his own ’wisdom,’ as Guoguo leaped into action with a sky-high cannon, emulating Liu Zhenhan’s secret technique "Black Tiger Heart Ejection."

There was a loud "boom," and Buckley’s eyes bulged out alarmingly, his neck skewed to the side, twitching repeatedly; his mouth was agape to the extreme, almost making one worry whether his cheeks would also split open.

Guoguo quickly darted aside, taking the big ball off his head and touching the brim of his Cowboy Hat, sticking out his behind and performing a back shot, "bong" the ball bounced off Buckley’s nose, landed in his bushy Dwarf-style beard, and then rolled into his gaping mouth.

Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but laugh so hard his cigar flew out, because Buckley’s appearance was incredibly similar to that of a New Year’s picture featuring a carp holding a pearl in its mouth.

Guoguo, having completed his shot, immediately turned half-sideways, making a classic Cowboy drawing pistol gesture towards Buckley who was still wheezing, as if he fired two shots, brought his finger to his lips to blow off the nonexistent gunpowder smoke, and then performed a continuous turn-gun action to holster the non-existent pistol.

King of the Hill Buckley, as strong as a mountain, fell like a log, "thud," into the sandy soil, instantly creating a dynamic scene with the dust kicked up and the ball bouncing from his mouth.

Guoguo calmly picked up Liu Zhenhan’s laugh-scattered cigar and popped it into his mouth, took out a Phosphorus Stick from his belly pocket and struck it against the King of the Hill’s cheek, leaving a faint red mark.

The Phosphorus Stick "zizzed" into flame; Guoguo brought the cigar close to the fire, took a big drag, puffed his rosy cheeks, and blew a cloud of thick smoke right into Buckley’s face.

King of the Hill Bartel, watching the battle, twisted his eyes into an impressively difficult cross-eyed expression.

"Still wearing... armor?" Liu Zhenhan, with a tentative tone, cautiously asked the two Kings of the Hill.

"Wear! Wear! Wear!" Bartel’s bellows-like breathing became even more hurried as he hurriedly skidded away.

"Such leisure, my Overlord!" From the dark Desert afar, Helen’s silver bell-like laughter rang out, "Look at the sacrifice I’ve brought you!"

A troupe of Two-Headed Chimaeras, weary, flapped their meaty wings emerging from the dark Desert into the Night Luminescent Dragon Pearl’s sight. The Sky Knights neatly reined in the bridles, halting their beasts, and descended gradually.

Liu Zhenhan shaded his forehead with his hand, blocking the dust raised by the landing of the Two-Headed Chimaeras, puzzling internally—could it be that Qian Qian’s uncle has also prepared a dragon sacrifice?

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