Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1121 - 297 Interrogation_2

Chapter 1121: Chapter 297 Interrogation_2

The discussion quickly yielded a result, and a Feilengcui Warrior promptly untied a Desert Dwarf from the date palm tree and half-carried, half-dragged him to the lakeside of the oasis. After a few questions, seeing the Desert Dwarf shake his head, several Antelope Warriors directly lifted him and— with a "plash"— threw him into the center of the lake, causing a large splash.

Stripped of his battle armor, the Desert Dwarf desperately struggled in the water. For dwarfs, who were naturally afraid of water, the fear of drowning surpassed that of any other form of death, chilling them to the bone.

The Desert Dwarfs tied to the date palm trees all lowered their heads, not daring to watch their comrade weakly struggling on the lake surface any longer.

Fat Luo adjusted a Desert Dwarf’s head with his sheathed long knife, forcing him to keep watching—Fat Luo was clearly emulating General Pan.

"Next." Seeing the dwarf quickly swallowed by the clear waves, Liu remained expressionless.

Another Desert Dwarf was then brought to the lakeside, and after the Antelope Warriors asked him a question, this Desert Dwarf too shook his head and was immediately thrown into the lake.

The Desert Dwarfs still restrained at the date palm trees cursed the cruel enemy in front of them like madmen, hoping to infuriate him enough to swiftly end their lives with a single strike. They were all internally injured and their curses were feeble; the surrounding Beamon warriors responded with indifferent sneers, dismissing these delusions of the Desert Dwarfs.

"Bring me the dwarf who is cursing the least," Liu ordered as he picked up a large water skin, tilted his head back, and guzzled down half a gallon of water. Wiping his mouth, he gestured to the Antelope Warriors again.

Another Desert Dwarf was brought to the lake shore, and this time the interrogation by the Antelope Warriors yielded a result—astoundingly, this Desert Dwarf nodded. The Antelope Warrior lowered himself and began talking with the Dwarf, who occasionally nodded, seeming to also be saying something.

The Desert Dwarfs still tied to the tree craned their necks to watch. The distance was too great, they had no idea what was being discussed between their lakeside comrade and the Antelope Warriors.

Seeing that their taken comrade hadn’t been thrown into the lake, the anxiety heightened among the Desert Dwarfs still bound to the date palm trees.

As if confirming their worst fears, after conversing with the Antelope Warrior, the lakeside Dwarf immediately received high-standard hospitality; large pots of fine wine were brought before him along with a roasted Larza Beast turned a golden orange as an accompaniment, and the fragrant wine and the sweet scent of honey from the roasted Larza Beast spread throughout every corner of the oasis borne on the evening breeze.

After being captured, every Desert Dwarf had their limbs broken, but this dwarf’s frail body mysteriously erupted with strength. He lunged forward, furiously gnawing on a Larza leg, his trembling arms holding the wine pot, pouring its contents eagerly into his mouth. Drinking too hastily, he choked, nearly coughing up his internal organs.

An Antelope Warrior affectionately patted his back with a suggestive expression.

Every Desert Dwarf tied to the date palm trees swallowed hard, bursting out in a chorus of curses like "Traitor!" "Dwarf traitor!" "Spineless!" Due to the distance, their weak curses were doomed not to reach the ears of the Dwarf by the lakeshore. From the dim skies above, all the lakeside Dwarf could see were his comrades’ lips moving—he obviously had no time for that now, as he was too busy feasting and guzzling.

After a while, the Desert Dwarfs tied to the date palm trees no longer had the strength to continue cursing and their gazes grew complicated.

Wine! Heaven! This was a temptation no dwarf could resist!

"Fellow rugged dwarfs, if you want to drink, I can provide it," Liu said, pointing at an oak wine barrel just brought over by the Beamon warriors, a smile playing on his lips as he watched the Desert Dwarfs tied to the trees.

Although they couldn’t resist the temptation before their eyes, eventually the Desert Dwarfs still chose to uphold their honor, albeit with some hesitation.

"Forget it. I’ll give each of you a spoonful of this fine wine, seeing as I’m such a kind hearted person." Liu let out a mischievous chuckle.

Thus, each Desert Dwarf got a taste of what a premium vintage from the Hobbit Halflings was like. They had intended to refuse, but couldn’t resist the aroma wafting up to their noses and found themselves involuntarily leaning in to take a sip.

The spoon was indeed too small; tasting such a small amount of delicious wine ended up intensifying the pained expressions on the dwarfs’ faces after the tasting.

"There are ten more gallons here! That’s forty pounds!" Liu said in a devilishly tempting tone. He pulled the plug from the cork of an oak wine barrel next to him, inhaled the rich aroma of the air, and leisurely watched the Desert Dwarfs tied to the date palm trees: "My fellow rugged dwarfs, your clever companion is ready to confess. He isn’t as foolish as you! Tsk tsk... How about this? I’ll offer you a dignified way to die. If anyone among you would also like to speak up, I’ll let you have your fill of this finest Aegean Continent premium wine before you depart! Am I not merciful?"