Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1133 - 301: Shan Shan, the Bride_2

Chapter 1133: Chapter 301: Shan Shan, the Bride_2

The Beamon warriors from the Cambridge Mixed Brigade had lost their pillar of strength and each one wore a somewhat wooden expression.

The Beamon warriors from the Turun Brigade had no idea how to face this situation; their faces were all a picture of bewilderment------------at a wedding banquet for an interracial marriage on the battlefield? Wasn’t this a bit too fantastical?

As for the wounded soldiers from the "Whip of the War God" and the resident Witch Doctors, their expressions were not much different from those of the Beamon warriors from the Turun Brigade.

None of the Feilengcui relatives and friends could laugh and talk at ease because Gortani, Golinny, and Gomes still hadn’t appeared; lights burned brightly inside their tents, yet all was silent.

The atmosphere of the entire banquet grew more and more oppressive as the thick night dew turned cold.

Two wild donkeys had been gutted by the Halfling chefs and were now hanging on a pole, opened and washed.

A Halfling chef stepped forward and wielded his knife swiftly. Two flashes of cold light passed, and the needed parts were separated; the Halfling chef weighed them with satisfaction.

"Shall I take some men to urge them on?" Nedved asked the boss in a low voice.

Liu Zhenhan looked down at the ground. Hearing the guard’s question, he hesitated for a moment, but then he shook his head.

Nedved sighed and casually picked up a withered branch, throwing it into the distant bonfire.

The fire-eyed sable that had run back from the desert was lying next to the fire, head drooping, while Guoguo and the little parrot lay on its neck looking up at the starry sky. There was a bundle of curled-up mane, very thick and soft. Guoguo was plucking a steely-tough lion whisker to floss her teeth, carefree.

The Feilengcui elders stared at each other---------although they felt uncertain about interracial marriage, they would be even more anxious if the Overlord’s wedding lacked the appearance of the bride.

Amidst the "chop chop" sound of the Halfling chef cutting meat, an Ostrit officer approached with a huge wicker basket from the direction of the beast pens, filled with enormous ostrich eggs.

"Your Majesty." The Ostrit officer came before Liu Zhenhan and bowed, saying very respectfully, "These are eggs laid by our mount, the blue-necked ostrich. They are very delicious. I have found several and have specially brought them for you to offer."

A few royal guards kept an eye on this ostrich officer, feeling vaguely familiar. Upon thinking about it, they realized he was the very Captain Piero who had initially welcomed the sacrifice procession outside Cambridge Oasis. Noticing he was being watched, the ostrich captain nodded to the guards as a greeting.

Liu Zhenhan kept his head down, as if he heard nothing, the cigar pinched between his fingers had burnt down to his fingers, yet he seemed to feel nothing.

"Eating these ostrich eggs raw is very beneficial for your health, Your Majesty. Let me get one for you right now, please try it..." Captain Piero leaned in to inspect His Majesty Richard, he smiled broadly, turning the wicker basket forward, and was about to reach for an ostrich egg when his wrist was tightly gripped by a strong hand.

"Playing assassin, your trick ’when the egg is poor, a dagger appears’ seems a bit old-fashioned." Fat Luo waggled his fingers in front of Captain Piero’s face, plunged his hand into the heap of eggs in the basket, and when he pulled it out again, he had a sharp dagger in his hand. Under the moonlit water-like light, the dagger gleamed coldly.

Captain Piero’s originally sycophantic smile instantly covered with a layer of coldness, still smiling, but now it was frigid.

Rodman sneered disdainfully at the nose, his fingers slowly tightening, the dagger bending gradually until it snapped in half with a "pop". The broken blade was thrown by Fat Luo into the bonfire, sparking a misty and chaotic shower of embers.

Not far away, where the ostrich warriors from the Cambridge Mixed Brigade were sitting together, under someone’s lead, they looked at each other, hesitating or unsure, slowly standing up. The crowd began to show signs of unrest amidst the whispering.

Fat Luo’s one hand held Captain Piero; the other pointed at the ostrich warriors, his gaze sharp, and the ostrich warriors shrank from his aggressive eyes.

Five Ostrit officers immediately stepped out; behind them was a row of ostrich warriors who had all stood up. The fingers of the five officers were pressed against the hilts of their battle swords, knuckles white, faces ashen.

Five Antelope Warriors slowly rose to their feet, arms folded, toes flicking up wooden clubs originally prepared to bash the wild donkeys, now in their hands.

Unrelated Beamon warriors began to show panic on their faces. The two Orephin squad leaders from the Turun Brigade watched Mammoth Knife Saint Rodman keenly; in such a situation, the majority of Beamons would ultimately choose to side with their own kind.

Liu Zhenhan remained as if he heard nothing at all, his eyes seemed to stick to the sandy soil of the ground, where an ostrich egg had fallen from the basket, cracked, the egg white forming the nascent shape of a fried egg on the scalding sandy ground.

"Those who aren’t afraid of death, come on." Facing the oncoming crowd of Ostrich Warriors, Fat Luo pushed aside Captain Piero and sneered, beckoning to the Ostrich Warriors with hooked fingers.

Led by their officers, the Ostrich Warriors immediately charged forward, but the steps of most were somewhat hesitant----- since arriving at Yale Oasis, they had been earful of the fame of the Feilengcui Warrior from the Turun soldiers.

Sounds of clubs thudding against flesh rang out, and the five fastest Ostrit officers flew out, "plop" landing back on the ground, writhing in pain and moaning.

The Ostrich Warriors following behind were all stunned, hesitated for a moment, and another twenty or thirty gathered their courage and charged forward; however, the majority chose to stand still, gauging the situation, ready to surge like a tide if the Feilengcui Warrior turned out to be less formidable than the rumors suggested.

One after another, figures were flung out, among them one almost landed in the campfire, large patches of his grey feathers singed.

All the Ostrich Warriors stood their ground, those in front stuck out their rear-ends, desperately trying to push back.

The Antelope Warriors sneered, clapped their hands, casually discarded their clubs, and sat back down to their origina spots.

The entire banquet fell silent as death, the fire crackled and popped, and the dense crowd of Ostrich Warriors stood on the clearing, exchanging looks, clueless about what to do next.

"Charge! Are you still warriors of Bod?" Captain Piero, lying on the ground, fiercely propped himself up on one side, roaring with all his might.

The Ostrich Warriors glanced around at their comrades, looking for guidance.

Captain Piero, like a deflated ball, "thud" collapsed back to the ground, his fingers scraping deep grooves into the dirt.

Two Ostrich officers staggered to their feet, one after another, swaying like drunks, but they managed to steady themselves.

The two officers shook their heads, glanced at the soldiers behind them, snatched up a pair of sandalwood spears, and roared with flailing arms, "Are you not men? Every man should follow me!"

This time the exhortation had a good effect; the two officers no longer focused solely on their own reckless charging but led a large group of Ostrich Warriors forward with measured steps.

This time, nobody intentionally lagged behind.

Some things are just like that, once propped up, one must see it through to the end.

But the Ostrich Warriors still failed, and their defeat was quite embarrassing.

Just as the two Ostrich officers felt they were at the distance to begin the fight, Shaman of Divine Songs suddenly raised his head----- until now, he had been looking down.

His eyes shot out two fierce beams, like serpentine lightning tearing through the sky on a dark rainy night, sweeping across the ground with an intimidating momentum, the leading two Ostrich officers, not sure whether because of their serious injuries or some other reason, suddenly went limp and fell backwards onto their warriors.

The dense crowd of Ostrich Warriors fell like dominoes, piling up in a heap.

Most of the Ostrich Warriors were still standing, and whether it was an illusion or not, everyone felt a tingling in their palms, and their grey feathers on their backs prickled due to the sensation.

"Sit down!" Liu Zhenhan remained calm, pointing his finger at where the Ostrich Warriors were originally standing.

Then everything returned to normal, leaving only a few dumbstruck Ostrich officers standing there, their faces drained of spirit.

The campfire continued to leap, and a lively shadow quietly emerged from behind a palm tree.

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I went to bed too late yesterday, got up late as well, and there’s another Chapter tonight.