Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1136 - 302: Man’s Plans Are No Match for Heaven’s_3

Chapter 1136: Chapter 302: Man’s Plans Are No Match for Heaven’s_3

"As you command, Fei Ji." The Ostrich Warriors followed the officers in a befuddled manner, bowed in a chaotic rush, and sullenly withdrew, each taking reluctant glances back.

"You all can step back now, and it would be best to widen the perimeter of the outer defenses. Don’t stay so close!" The new lady boss turned around and began issuing commands to all the Feilengcui Warriors.

Seeing that the Ostrich Warriors had scattered, a group of palace guards shrugged their shoulders, and obediently moved away as instructed by the new lady boss.

"Damn! What’s with the undead?" Fat Luo popped a piece of bamboo into his mouth as he walked and asked Nedved beside him, "Pavel, what opera are we playing tonight? Are these Ostrits mad? Coming and going like this!"

"Who knows! They’re definitely up to some tricks!" Nedved grumbled, "Forget about them! As long as Gortani doesn’t step out of this tent from tonight until tomorrow morning, we’re good!"

"Obischillaci! Why do I feel like we are aiding the boss in forcefully abducting a common girl?" O’Neal muttered softly.

"That’s an interesting way to put it; I’ll tell the boss tomorrow," laughed Fat Luo heartily.

"Gosh! You really are a bastard!" O’Neal exploded in anger.

"Cut it out, everyone disperse," said Nedved, "Stop bickering, we are guards, not shrews."

"Instructor, do you think the boss might, you know ...," Xiao Cui, slightly concerned, gestured a chopping motion downward with his palm and looked at his archery instructor, "... Gortani is still a Temple Knight!"

"Another hundred Temple Knights wouldn’t make it possible," Nedved disdainfully replied, "Knock out the boss? Drag it out till Mourinho arrives tomorrow? Dream on! Annihilation Arrows aren’t firewood, they’re not just for anyone to use."

"I agree," supported the Little Giant Iverson, "If a Temple Knight could successfully ambush the boss, I’ll twist off my head and kick it around like a ball for you guys."

"Don’t speak too confidently! How about this, let’s eavesdrop by the wall later! If there are any peculiar sounds, the boss is definitely fine," Rodman smirked deviously, "If it’s dead silence, we’ll burst in and rescue the boss!"

The palace guards all stared intensely at Fat Luo, making the Mammoth Knife Saint nervous as he kept explaining, "I definitely don’t have that kind of fetish!"

"The boss just took an arrow today—wouldn’t we be doomed if we rushed in recklessly?" mumbled Nedved.

"Tomorrow, I will relay both your remarks to the boss," O’Neal said.

"Crap! You neckless jerk! You believe that? We were just kidding!"

The palace guards truly believed too much in their own boss; in this world, there were too many things capable of subduing Liu Zhenhan—Annihilation Arrows were just one of them. The "Seven-Day Drunk" that Gortani had made Liu Zhenhan inhale was even more deserving of credit.

Unlike Annihilation Arrows, whose ultimate purpose is to kill, "Seven-Day Drunk" is meant entirely for healing.

This Spiritual Medicine, refined by a Moon Elf Priest using "Mystic Seven-leaf Clover," allows a critically ill patient to immediately enter a state of deep sleep upon inhalation—a so-called complete state sleep, where all bodily functions cease, and only after seven days and nights does the medicine’s effect dissipate, and bodily functions return to normal.

Consider this: when a person poisoned severely has only minutes left before succumbing to the poison, inhaling "Seven-Day Drunk" extends that fatal moment by seven days, thus gaining precious time for treatment!

The value of "Seven-Day Drunk" lies precisely in this, and in fact, without being a genuine pure-blooded Moon Elf noble, one couldn’t possibly possess such a precious Spiritual Medicine.

This medicine has a very strong volatility. Unless directly exposed, one would not enter a complete state of deep sleep, but some mental lethargy is still unavoidable.

The delicate beauty now appears frail and exhausted precisely because she inhaled a small amount of the evaporated "Seven-Day Drunk," an aftereffect.

Doing so was actually the perfect solution; with seven days’ buffer time, there will be no fierce battles, no final showdowns, and no more bloody slaughter.

The graceful little beauty sighed softly, gazing at the Shaman of Divine Songs lying askew on the carpet, her figure perfectly blended with the intimacy of his presence, as if they were one.

Richard’s nose had completely healed, revealing a face with impeccably sharp features after gaining full contour, his sword-like eyebrows flew up at a slant—wildness on the left, aggression on the right, his long beard uncontainably enhancing his wildness.

In fact, ever since the Olympic ritual celebration, even the most foolish in Sabak of Bimon Kingdom understood that the Shaman of Divine Songs was definitely not a Piegel from the Pigiel race.

As for what race of Bimon he actually was, no one cared to pursue it anymore.

This was the first time in her life that the graceful little beauty had closely observed a man in such detail.

After living for many years alongside her cool dad, comparable to an earth dragon in coolness, the coldly handsome type of man had become synonymous with childishness and pretension in her eyes.

But Richard was different; he was like a tempest, carrying with him the icy currents of Mount Tamerlarya, uncontrollably conquering everything.

He had offended nearly all the aristocracy of the kingdom, blatantly so.

It was he who guarded the kingdom’s outermost borders, single-handedly forging a path to Mount Hyjal and bringing back the Worm People Bimon, who had been lost from their ancient lands for thousands of years.

The day before yesterday, he almost killed Prince Lionheart, known nationwide for his fierce bravery, yet made the prince bow down to him forever.

This evening, without moving a finger, he just used his momentarily raised eyes to completely break down hundreds of Ostrich Warriors.

From the moment he appeared like a shooting star in Bimon Kingdom, one undefeated myth after another followed his footsteps, and he continued to surpass the heroes of the epics, their dazzling halos fading as he passed each one, this surpassing still ongoing.

As she thought about this, two shy blushes suddenly emerged on the graceful little beauty’s face, fiercely hot.

"Do I look very handsome?" Liu Zhenhan suddenly opened his eyes and flashed a grin at the graceful little beauty.

The graceful little beauty was stunned, disbelief slowly spreading across her beautiful and pure face— even a Giant Dragon couldn’t possibly resist the "Seven-Day Drunk"!

"You’ve been away from me for too long! Now, the number of times I breathe through my nose can be counted on one hand," Liu Zhenhan seemed to see Gortani’s question and smiled, "Because I have the Turtle Breath Barrier."

The graceful little beauty’s face changed dramatically, but it was already too late.

She found herself bound as if by an invisible rope, unable to move at all, nor even scream out.

"To keep you from shouting and drawing unnecessary attention, please forgive me for using the Night Watcher’s ability ’Shadow Strike’ on you," Liu Zhenhan’s smile became more lewd: "Gortani, I forgot to tell you, I’m also a ’Night Watcher,’ and you were standing so close to me just now that I really couldn’t help but use this superfluous skill!"

The graceful little beauty completely despaired, she suddenly saw her own shadow on the carpet starting to undress, while her own hands were slowly removing her Mithril Silver Armor.

Liu Zhenhan pulled out a Div Water Crystal Ball, spat on it, and vigorously wiped it.

**

Undeniably, I am also creating a hero, only, I have emphasized all his flaws and stripped away the holy aura.

Don’t say old Liu is a loser anymore; epic heroes are human, too, and all humans have flaws.

I’m half an hour late, sorry guys!