Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1247 - 343: The Dragon Plays in Shallow Waters

Chapter 1247: Chapter 343: The Dragon Plays in Shallow Waters

"By the way, I’ll let you in on a little secret, my beekeepers are female Buddha Giants and Mudfoot Giants," Rommel pointed to his head. "Haven’t you noticed that only male Giants are imprisoned in this underground prison? When I took you to the apiary, I even pointed out that row of huge vine houses to you! These giant women work with utmost dedication!"

"To trade a little girl wife for a Saint Chiao!" Liu Zhanghan looked up to the sky and sighed, cursing under his breath.

"Saint Chiao! Damn it!" Rommel exclaimed dramatically, "Look! I had guessed that you were a Mage of Saint Chiao! I’ve always been puzzled as to how someone could use Elemental Power in the Magnetic Forbidden Area! That day, the song you sang to soothe the departed souls spooked our Mulan Imam! I’m a bit curious, why didn’t you use magic that day?"

"Idiot! If I was capable of casting magic, it wouldn’t be your turn to stand here arrogantly!" Liu Zhanghan was furious.

"What is luck! Look, the war god Kampas isn’t by your side to help you this time!" Rommel smiled contentedly, "But the light of Goddess Moni is shining on my side! Respected Master of Saint Chiao, you must be a Magic Apprentice now, aren’t you? No wonder there’s still Elemental Fluctuation. Oh my Goddess Moni, Richard, you actually are Saint Chiao! Haha..."

Liu Zhanghan glared fiercely at Rommel.

"I’ve got a saying for you, the gates of the Flying Camel Army are always open for you. If you ever want to join me, you’ll be just as welcome!" Rommel’s eyes suddenly showed sincerity, "Your arrival has made me feel a twinge of sympathy for the Beamons. It turns out that not all in the Beamon nobility are trash. I sincerely hope to fight alongside you!"

"I’ll keep that saying for you too," Liu Zhanghan smiled, a chill wind subtly brushed his thick chest hair in the cell, giving our Shaman of Divine Songs a somewhat wild and regal aura.

"Given your current Elemental Power, it’s going to be quite hard to escape the radius of the Phantom Beast Knights. This might be your last chance," Rommel said earnestly, "I really do admire your frank and vengeful nature, because I’ve always wanted to be someone like that."

"Keep talking, and you’re not only insulting my character but also insulting my intelligence!" Liu Zhanghan turned his head away impatiently, refusing to look at this Fawkes half-breed any longer.

"To send a strong man down an unfamiliar path is a reluctant part of life, but also an honor," Rommel chuckled and rose to his feet, "Please allow me to say goodbye to you."

"It’s the same old saying!" Liu Zhanghan spoke, "Rommel, this is my final piece of advice to you, no one on the Aegean Continent dares to slight a Beamon Shaman!"

Rommel’s footsteps faltered.

"Even if I were the last shaman on the earth, I would turn this place into a sea of revenge flames!" Liu Zhanghan said each word with emphasis, "You’d better remember what I said!"

"I haven’t slighted you. You’ll be locked up here until Caliph deigns to meet you in two days. If you’ve got great ability, feel free to use it," Rommel said with a smile as he turned back, "And by the way, Caliph honored me with a summon yesterday. Tomorrow, I’m leading the army to conquer Maerhan. Hey! Thanks to you Beamons, the Imperial Guard is finished, and it’s up to me to take charge! Look! I’m about to leave this place of strife. Whatever bloodbath occurs in the royal tents has nothing to do with me now!"

"If you dare, then don’t go!" Liu Zhanghan roared.

"Ha-ha, I have already notified my esteemed mentor, Master Manali, at the Goddess Moni Temple. On the night the royal tent is stained with blood, he will escort you out of the city for the entire journey. I can assure you, even if your Elemental Power were not lost, my mentor is ten times more formidable than you!" Rommel sneered. "As for you, it’s best you don’t entertain any delusions of resisting to the end. My Mainz Archers are all on standby; I do not wish to see you end up like a wasp’s nest. Without my intervention, I’m genuinely worried such an incident could happen."

"Not a single rogue Mage can run wild in front of our Mainz Archers, my Lord. I swear upon the honor of my entire tribe!" A Desert Elf with a black belt tied around his waist bowed, the sharpness in his eyes unrestrained as he glared at the Beamon Shaman shackled to the stone wall.

"Such a formidable extreme path warrior, to have become a cripple at my hands! What a pity, if not for the venomous curse within his soul, I might not have been able to resist slaying him." Rommel let out a long sigh, his gaze resting on the sandalwood box on the ground, which contained a millennial magic yam beauty, turtle shells, Turtle Beads, a skull necklace, and singing garments. He kicked them with his foot, bent down to pick up the "Drunk Turtle" Magic Crystal, examined it against the light, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Store these items in the arsenal. Master Zandi went out to take care of some business and might return after ten days. Once he comes back home, inform him to come and collect this millennial magic yam beauty!" Rommel sighed. "Such a shame about this porcupine skin robe, an artifact that enhances magic. Sadly, it must be left for this stubborn Shaman."

"My Lord, if you like it, we have ways to keep the robe," a voice said.

Rommel gave a faint smile, his agile figure striding past as a row of neatly bowed shadows on the stone wall paid their respects.

Once the commander left the dungeon’s main gate, several Arsenic Giants dragged wooden boxes and old Liu’s belongings toward the other end of the cell, where the spiral staircase leading to the second level of the dungeon lay.

Liu’s eyes were shockingly bright.

A Mainz Archer invited Ji Sikaibi into a cage that held a cat woman and a fox woman; the giant loli cooperated well, closing her eyes—yet she could navigate the roads more easily than any sighted person.

The little parrot was left unattended, standing lonely on Liu’s shoulder.

The officers of the Flying Camel Army glided by Liu, their gaze bearing the pride of victors, eyeing him as if he were a camel awaiting slaughter, filled with spoilt sympathy and cheap pity.

Guoguo, hung up on the guillotine like a rice dumpling, suddenly flashed a venomous light in her small mung bean eyes, watching these Flying Camel officers leave.

In the misty night of the Donau Wasteland, at the summit of the Red Earth Highland, a handsome face marked with small traces of leprosy glittered under the starlight.

The night wind whistled fiercely, and in his hand, Beamon held a blade as sharp as snow, his eyes fierce and piercing, looking up at the northwest sky that was about to be stained with blood.

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Leave of absence: Tomorrow my aunt is having a housewarming as the house is now finished, and I’m going there to feast. I propose that I take a day off! I hope my brothers and sisters will approve!