Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1132 - 301: The Late Bride

Chapter 1132: Chapter 301: The Late Bride

In the hazy night, the grand banquet finally began.

Huge bonfires cast dancing shadows, and the freshly cut stumps of date palms reflected a painful white light.

Even though the water sources in the oasis lakes had been thoroughly contaminated, the vast logistical capabilities of Feilengcui still ensured a smooth supply of fresh water. Maids fluttered about under date palms lit with lanterns, serving ready meals on the tables, while Hobbit Halfling chefs from the land of cuisine worked diligently at preparing wild donkeys.

The entire Expeditionary Army had been delayed by a day on the road, all for the purpose of hunting wild donkeys.

Huge herds of wild donkeys appeared in the desert, and no one knew how these animals survived in the lifeless sands. They were like the Donau Wasteland after a wildfire, greening once again with a spring breeze; they were like worms frozen under snow, enduring the harshest natural conditions without extinction.

These wild donkeys were extremely alert and agile. Hunting them had taken the Expeditionary Army considerable effort, with even a dozen warriors sustaining injuries—the wild stallions were so irritable that a kick from their hooves could break a Buer Warrior’s ribs.

Most of the captured wild donkeys were made into jerky to serve as military provisions. The desert offered a distinct advantage—the dry climate. The meat of these donkeys swiftly lost moisture under the searing sun and could be preserved for long periods without the need for salting or curing with nitrates.

Since the battles at the Transverse Mountain Range, the relationship between Prince Kahn and the Shaman of Divine Songs had progressed by leaps and bounds, becoming as close as long-lost brothers. Before returning to the Yale Oasis for their garrison, Prince Lionheart had specifically sent back two live wild donkeys with his respect. During the original donkey hunt, only twenty live wild donkeys had been kept. These creatures were very spirited, and for anything that didn’t look like a donkey, they would typically lash out with a back-kick. Their teeth were more like those of a field mouse than a donkey’s, and they could easily bite through the bridle and escape. Transporting them was a hassle.

Why some live wild donkeys were kept was due to a popular cooking method among the Bimon nobility—boiling a delicious thick soup with onions, celery tops, and diced turnips seasoned with cloves, then taking the sharpest knife to slice off the leg meat from a live donkey and scald it in the soup, dripping with sauce for an unmatched delicacy.

Because it’s freshly sliced, the donkey meat typically came with thick streaks of blood, giving it a wild, gamey taste.

"Successful people usually like this taste," Prince Kahn had said to Liu Shock two days earlier, as he handed over the wild donkeys and introduced this noble cooking method to the chief Shaman.

"I like it too," Prince Kahn had added at the end.

"I understand you," was Liu Shock’s response at the time. "Donkey meat invigorates the body; it’s indeed useful for those Bimons who need it."

"You!" Prince Kahn had burst into hearty laughter, pounding a punch on old Liu’s chest.

Liu Shock now sat in the main seat at the north end, with a waning moon hanging in the sky and the joyful bonfire before him, and in the distance, two wild donkeys waited to be slaughtered.

The tempers of these two stallions were extremely wild. Just this evening, when a Bimon warrior passed five yards away from them, the two creatures had kicked up a meteor-like stone that, though it hit no one, left a half-inch deep dent on a palm tree with a bowl-sized trunk.

Seeing several Hobbit Halfling chefs approach with butcher knives, ready to slaughter the donkeys, a group of Feilengcui Warriors came over with wooden sticks, ready to lend a hand. The Halfling chefs waved their fingers, signaling everyone to step back.

Many Bimon were waiting to see the spectacle; they imagined a string of small figures being kicked into the air and then thudding to the ground.

Strangely, as soon as the Halfling chefs came close, the two stallions did not resist but instead knelt down on their front knees, tears streaming in large droplets from their big eyes, a complete picture of submissive resignation.

This spectacle genuinely surprised the group of Bimon warriors brandishing their wooden sticks.

Fat Luo joked, "Those Halfling chefs must carry a murderous air; that’s why the wild donkeys heed them."

Awang thought Fat Luo was talking nonsense.

"Am I not murderous enough?" Awang, a veteran of many battles, definitely disagreed with this, as did the numerous Feilengcui Warriors who shared his sentiment.

It was a situation that defied normal explanation, like a little parrot being afraid of a hawk but not the slightest bit intimidated by the Evil-eye Tyrant. No one could clarify it.

Now there were about two thousand Bimons left behind in the Yale Oasis. After clearing a large area of trees, there was sufficient space for the nocturnal feast, although the atmosphere was somewhat subdued. Each Bimon warrior sat on the ground, forming small circles and mostly keeping to themselves in silence.

Palm leaves served as plates, with large golden-roasted camel legs, tsampa, cheese liquor, and butter tea arrayed before the warriors. Pomegranates and fragrant melons were piled up like mountains. All these were seized from the looted Mulan supplies; whatever Shaman of Divine Songs asked for, the quartermaster gave without question.

Since entering the desert, many Bimon warriors had experienced constipation. Now these fruits seemed particularly enticing, but all they could do was swallow their saliva.