Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1206 - 326: Every Family Has Its Problems_2

Chapter 1206: Chapter 326: Every Family Has Its Problems_2

Mulán, responsible for healing, nervously recited the magical incantations to communicate with the Goddess Moni, but they could not prevent the soldier’s eyes from continuing to fill with blood, causing them to swell rapidly due to the strong intracranial pressure.

"Ah!" Sudan’s Royal Guard commander, Golemuhamedi, roared wildly as he drew his personal sword and knelt down while simultaneously thrusting the blade into the ribs of the camel soldier, spraying Golemuhamedi’s face and head with a mix of fresh blood and black filigree-like crystals.

Golemuhamedi gasped for air, as if an antique bellows had been stuffed into his chest, and his face, smeared with blood, made him look like a beast from prehistoric times.

"The enemy’s weapons are of four kinds, heavy cavalry, clubs, sharp blades, and logs," Rommel explained calmly to Commander Golemuhamedi, who had walked out from behind the gate without a trace of battle’s smoke, "Heavy cavalry crushes everything, the highly flexible clubs depend on incredible kinetic energy, acting entirely on the organs beneath the skin, bursting open wounds on the back and fracturing the spine; cuts made by sharp blades show neat incisions; and this chest wound obviously caused by a multi-edged weapon, which tumbled inside the chest cavity, also created a massive hollow on the back... However... it likely inflicted this wound after piercing through several individuals, perhaps it’s the handiwork of the enemy’s Archer boy."

Commander Golemuhamedi suddenly looked up sharply at Rommel, emitting a low growl from his throat similar to a wild beast cornered with desperation, his bloodshot eyes wide and his calloused hands clenching like an eagle’s talons, ready to devour.

"Signal retreat! Your 20,000 men can still save some lives, do not let pride and self-respect make you lose face before our Flying Camel Army! You should have ordered a halt when your second attack failed! My commander, do not lose your last bit of sanity! Without curved swords, our Mulan Imperial Guards are like children unable to withstand a single blow from the Bimon warriors," Rommel stared intently at the commander.

"No!" Commander Golemuhamedi screamed hysterically, "How few are they! We are many times their number! We’ve been fighting for almost four hours! I’ve already thrown in four rounds of troops! Even iron men would have exhausted their strength!"

"I hope you succeed! I’m sorry, this ancient city offers limited area to deploy troops, please forgive Rommel for not being able to help you further," the beautiful commander of the Flying Camel Army said with a light smile and a shake of his head, preparing to walk away but then turned back to the commander from the Guard, "If you truly want victory, then order the siege catapults to keep firing! Indiscriminate attacks! This may be your only chance to inflict casualties on them!"

Commander Golemuhamedi tensed like a bow, his mouth twisted maniacally, drooling in glistening strands like a raging mad dog, staring at the gracefully departing, beautiful commander of the Flying Camel Army.

"I will not give you the pleasure to mock me!"

Hearing this phrase from behind, the beautiful commander hesitated a moment, then resumed walking, a sharp look flashed across his handsome face and vanished.

"Beautiful commander, finally taught those arrogant Imperial Guards a lesson!" Undead Mage Zandi approached his commander enthusiastically, his face beaming with excitement, "Bimon’s Dragon Priest Richard has fought several tough battles on the Aegean Continent against the likes of the Royal Mithril Basest Warriors, including battles against the St. Francis Royal Guard, and he’s never lost despite being outnumbered ten-to-one! Before he was leading a ragtag army, now he commands a regular army, how could he possibly lose!"

"You talk too much! Come with me into the tent!" the beautiful commander led a group of guards into the grand Fulu tent, leaving behind a cold remark to the rambling Undead Mage.

The cold desert wind swept across the slightly embarrassed facial muscles of the Undead Mage.

"Beautiful commander, what should our Flying Camel Army do next?" Inside the tent of a hundred men, a Desert Elf didn’t even wait to sit on the embroidered cushion, eagerly asking, "The deadline for the Magnetic Forbidden Area is tomorrow, should our Flying Camel Army launch a full-scale assault?"

"A full-scale assault? Should we send in five thousand or four thousand? Are you going to end up like that braggart Guard Commander, unable to finish?" Rommel fanned the open spice burner on the low table, somewhat irritably, "Damn Golemuhamedi! The arrogant Sudan Royal Guard! These guys with their heads in the clouds have completely disrupted my plan!"

"Beamon can get tired too! They are indeed strong, clubs might not damage them, but it’s a different story if our warriors wield curved swords!" the Desert Elf tightly hugged the lute in his arms, "And Imam! Once the Magnetic Forbidden Area is gone, our Flying Camel Army will strike them the hardest!"

"Yes, yes!" A chorus of agreement followed.

"Alright! I’ll have Master Zandi tell you all about who these Bimon warriors are that we just saw on the ’Zeppelin Flyer’," the beautiful commander laughed and gestured to the Undead Great Magician, "Master, you can talk now about the Bimon warriors we saw recently on the ’Zeppelin Flyer,’ everyone here is my trusted corps, no need to worry about disturbing the military spirit."