Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1127 - 299 Prelude to the Gleam of Knives at the Wedding_2

Chapter 1127: Chapter 299 Prelude to the Gleam of Knives at the Wedding_2

"The Drow Elves have sent us the seeds for the Vine Tree Houses. Your Majesty, may we conserve a bit of the ’Life Spring’ for future use, to build the martial towers you mentioned and to construct vine bridges connecting treehouses at the top? Can we also adorn the tower with Thousand-leaf Nymphaea vines?" The elder of the Butterfly People, Campos, stood up, bowed respectfully to Liu Zhenhan, and asked.

"Elder, the aesthetics of the Butterfly People are far superior to mine, so please feel free to make decisions. However, I do have a small suggestion: since you, the Butterfly People, along with the Cicada People, can fly, there’s no need for a large entrance when constructing the bunker towers. Start windows or low doors above ten meters, and just ensure the tower’s strength! I believe the walls need to be at least one and a half meters thick to be sufficient. To prepare for potential warfare, we must strategize all of our constructions!" As Liu Zhenhan spoke, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

"We’ll reinforce the walls to double the thickness you mentioned. You can count on us," the elder of the Cicada People, Bayley, also stood up and replied.

"Many hands make light work. Thank you for your efforts, elders." Just as Liu Zhenhan cracked a smile and was about to thank the elders for sharing his burdens, his expression suddenly darkened. He turned and fixed his gaze on the captain of the Fierce Tiger Mercenary Corps, suspiciously asking, "That’s not right, Luo Xi! In theory, although there are now several times more inhabitants in Feilengcui, most of these races aren’t known for being fierce warriors. And all the able-bodied soldiers have been drafted by me. Where did you recruit so many people for the mercenary corps?"

"Mainly from the Piegel herders, a portion of Gnome warriors, and some wandering Beamon warriors who joined us in admiration. In addition..." Luo Xi glanced at his boss’s expression and hesitated mid-sentence.

"Who else? Speak!" Liu Zhenhan narrowed his eyes, his tone growing colder.

"There are also..." Captain Luo Xi stammered.

"Does that include the women, elderly, and children of the Mammoth Clan, Hippopotamus Tribe, and antelope tribes?" Liu Zhenhan asked with a sneer.

"There are some... but they volunteered to join, and I’ve only selected a few who are slightly younger and stronger. There aren’t many of them!" Captain Luo Xi hurriedly clarified, "Boss! These tribes are among the most stalwart main forces of the Beamons. Even their women and underage warriors are ten times braver and more fierce than the strongest men among the Piegel herders! It would be a pity not to include them in the mercenary corps..."

"Nonsense!" Liu Zhenhan slammed his palm onto the low table in front of him, shattering a glass fruit dish on the spot.

"You dragged women, the elderly, and children into the mercenary corps? How could you bear to do that? These women should be focusing on supporting their husbands and raising their children! These elderly should be enjoying their twilight years at ease! These children should be playing and learning knowledge!" Liu Zhenhan pointed angrily at Luo Xi’s nose, "Remember this, within my jurisdiction, the responsibility of fighting belongs solely to adult men! I’ve never drafted the elderly or children, not even in the direst of times, and now you’ve broken the precedent! Who gave you the right?"

Luo Xi, the captain, was sweating profusely and his face was flushed with embarrassment.

The Hippopotamus elder Peppino, Mammoth Clan elder Boji, and seven leaders of the antelope tribes tried to smooth things over, insisting it was their idea, but Liu Zhenhan shut them up with a piercing look.

A long journey of killing and the transcendent status of the Shaman of Divine Songs had endowed the Lord with an aura of life-and-death authority when he became stern. This aura was instinctively acknowledged by every citizen of Feilengcui, it wasn’t necessarily change in Liu Zhenhan per se; to a great extent, it was due to the sensibilities of the Feilengcui inhabitants evolving with the secular world.

"Richard, don’t blame Luo Xi. He meant well. We have enough armor and weapons in the armory to equip ten thousand soldiers, and those Multi-footed giant horses are mature warhorses. It would be a waste to let them stand idle," Andulan elder coughed and stepped forward to defuse the situation, "These are extraordinary times. Although on the surface nothing has happened, Feilengcui is already encircled by dark clouds, and battle might break out any day now. So, it’s good to spread knowledge related to combat sooner. I’ve already instructed Luo Xi to allocate these special Beamon warriors into a separate unit for non-hazardous tasks. Don’t worry too much."

"Elder, I’m aware of the actual situation," Liu Zhenhan sighed, a trace of helplessness and melancholy in his brows, "But let’s avoid involving children, women, the elderly, and the vulnerable Beamon races in the crisis unless absolutely necessary! Tell the two finance managers to hire more instructors for the school, even at a high price. Literacy among the Beamons must be spread, children shouldn’t just focus on practicing martial skills! Absolutely not!"

"I know, this has always been your emphasis," agreed the Andulan elder with a nod, "One of the Fawkes finance managers has gone to Witherspoon to sell melons and Nymphaea flowers, and the other has gone to the Southwest Province to buy fire pearls and pitch. When they return, I’ll get right on this matter."

"Good!" Liu Zhenhan nodded, his eyes suddenly flashing with resolve, "It’s definitely unrealistic for the fallen elves to raid the Cave Dwellers’ moss grain reserves, but for now, we have to leave it to them! For the time being, the Fierce Tiger Mercenary Corps shouldn’t be too focused on treasure hunting underground. Those fire-footed nightmare horses won’t grow wings and fly away. Luo Xi, don’t rush it. The herds of reindeer and wild buffalo have already appeared on the wasteland. You and the thousand Gnome warriors from Razor Mountain, go hunting! Feilengcui must provide maximum support to the Cave Dwellers underground; I cannot bear to see my subordinates bullied! As for settling scores with these fallen elves, leave it aside for now; we will deal with it when I return from the desert! What you need to do now is to cooperate with Caiyu City and encircle these fallen elves on both sides, forming a pincer movement!"