Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1209 - 327: Handsome Commander’s Baton_2

Chapter 1209: Chapter 327: Handsome Commander’s Baton_2

"I know that this is the strategic objective of the beautiful General, and it is also the scenario that my master most wishes to see," said Master Zandi, the Undead Mage, with a smile. "We have always had great confidence in your success."

"Your recent accolades are quite impressive as well, I’ve heard that two military powerhouses on the Aegean Continent have been provoked by you into waging war," the beautiful General’s eyes lifted from the pages, glancing indifferently at the Undead Mage. "I also have reason to believe that besides myself, you must still have other candidates in reserve."

"Why would you say that?" The Undead Mage looked up in alarm.

"Just a feeling," the beautiful General smiled and pointed to the silk-wrapped head.

"In the presence of your wisdom, there really isn’t anything for me to hide," Master Zandi, the Undead Mage, sighed. "Indeed, there is one more, but their potential is truly limited, and another one is already in contact."

"I need a catalyst! This Beamon could be a good choice," the beautiful General nodded thoughtfully.

"The beautiful General means..." several officers from the Flying Camel Army exchanged glances.

"In Taklamago, we have been invincible, don’t you all wish to see the outside world, to have a legitimate reason to expand the army?" The beautiful General laughed heartily, scanning his subordinates. "We, Kalimantan, have one million two hundred thousand citizens, just with this single province, we have great potential!"

"We do!" Any true-blooded soldier would give an affirmative answer to this challenging question.

"The weak wait for opportunities, the strong actively create them! This Dragon Priest is our opportunity! I need him to help me convince the timid conservative Mulanese!" Rommel’s fiery fox tail stood on end, a shiver of uncontrollable excitement running through him. "For myself, for my mother, and for you! I must see the Mulan Flying Camel banner flying high over that sinful land!"

"Could anything go wrong?" someone asked quietly.

"Just a Dragon Priest! How much trouble can he cause? I have only this move to make, if I were a pure Mulanese, why would I have to resort to such twisted thinking!" The beautiful General suddenly remembered something, squinting at the Undead Mage: "By the way, respected Master Zandi, why didn’t you think of winning over this Beamon Dragon Priest to start with? With his help, there would be a significant gain in your strategic intentions!"

"At first, we underestimated him, but by the time his prominence became clear, I already bore a deep grudge against him," said the Undead Mage, his cheeks bulging, the sound of his grinding teeth like a mouse gnawing at the corner of a table.

"Let’s take the initiative to reach out to him! I don’t like dragging things out!" the beautiful General’s eyes fixed on the Vulture People’s Leader, and with a tilt of the chin, he said, "Hashmiyan! Sneak out at nightfall and find that Beamon Dragon Priest, tell him I wish to discuss terms of surrender!"

The Vulture Leader stroked his golden earrings and nodded.

"In truth, once this Magnetic Forbidden Area disappears, our many Imams should be able to annihilate them all!" a Desert Meintz said resentfully.

"Don’t even think about it!" Master Zandi waved his Bone Magic Wand nervously. "The other side still has many Priests, and certainly of no low rank. Have you seen that ’Nebula Chain Lightning’? If we really push them to fight for their lives, none of us may survive!"

"No rush, I will make them pay a price tomorrow when the Magnetic Forbidden Area disappears. I will have the Flying Camel Army try once more! Frankly, I am also discontented!" A strange glint crossed the beautiful General’s eyes. "It’s truly the first time witnessing... someone able to use a log intended for battering down gates in combat... But that won’t scare me..."

"If it weren’t for the glory-seeking Sudan Guard, these losses would have been borne by our Flying Camel Army," the Undead Mage, Zandi, sighed. "Such an enemy, it is also my first time encountering one. It seems that this Beamon Dragon Priest really does have spatial equipment, otherwise where could he have gotten the supplies and provisions!"

This sigh brought about a multitude of long sighs, including from General Rommel, who was usually impassive.

Clouds thinned and stars scattered, crickets chirped noisily, a cool breeze delivered tidings, and the beautiful moon hung boundless.

"The beautiful General wants to discuss surrender with me?" Liu Zhenhan stared at the Vulture strongman before him.

The brutal siege was over, the Mulanese had their fill of disadvantage, and now the ancient city was strewn with corpses and blood. The Sandalwood, comparable to an iron rod, gave the Mulanese a heavy lesson, while their wooden sticks did little to the tough Beamon warriors. The only loss was the Wart Hog Warriors, and now only thirty-seven of the Piegel warriors remained, leaving General Reyes in tears without tears.

"Correct," Hashmiyan, the Vulture Leader, met the surrounding hostile gazes with a firm look.

"Good! I will definitely go," nodded Liu Zhenhan.

"We will change tonight’s patrol guards to our own, but your arrival should still be discreet," nodded Hashmiyan, the Vulture Leader, glancing at the Elf Prince from the corner of his eye. Just a moment ago, if not for the quick action of the Beamon Dragon Priest, he would have been pierced through the heart by a triangular blade, admiring the archery skills of the adversary; none of the Desert Meintz’s black belt Archers could manage to cancel out their own attack with sequential collision.