Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1396 - 398: The Golden Right Foot

Chapter 1396: Chapter 398: The Golden Right Foot

Sidov and Roy Kien were destined to never forget this day.

Both of them were fallen elves from Lucian City, one from Moore and one from Drow, and they were junior officers responsible for patrolling on the aerial platform.

They were lucky to be born in this era, allowing them to leave the sunless Underground World and come to the Surface World, a place their elders had talked about, nagged about, marveled at, and yearned for countless times.

At first, when they came to the surface, Sidov and Roy Kien couldn’t get enough of the azure sky and the scorching sun; they also used to close their eyes for a long time to feel the breeze brushing past their scalps and to breathe in the faint scent of wildflowers and the chill from distant snow-capped mountains, feeling themselves to be the most content and fortunate fallen elves in the world.

But as time went on, just like all creatures on the surface, they gradually became indifferent to these sights.

No matter how beautiful something is, constant exposure will eventually lead to fatigue; this law is especially apt for wives and nature — it’s only when we lose these readily available beauties that we realize their worth.

As usual, Sidov and Roy Kien today, still with hands behind their backs, patrolled back and forth on the aerial platform, bantering idly.

The aerial platform, built by the sun of the Underground World, was suspended mid-air, with its top leveled by the Gray Dwarves. With a spacious area of three to four acres and about a dozen Arrow Towers erected, the two fallen elves each held a Frosty Pichu, walking and talking and laughing together; although 200,000 troops had marched off to the Southern Cross Star Forest, Lucian City still had another 200,000-strong military force for defense. Given the Donau Wasteland, such military strength was enough to breed matching pride, so the two elven patrol officers were quite relaxed.

Since going to the outdoor theater in Donau a few times, many fallen elves have developed a liking to keeping Frosty Pichu as pets, imitating the Beamon Overlord, with many awkward Magical Beasts to be found in the pine forests, perching on branches and treetops, fond of getting close to people, easy to capture, and even edible if one desires, with a belly full of fat, tasting even richer than cream.

"When are we going to Caiyu City again?" Sidov said while vigorously digging into his pointed ears, flicking his fingernails from time to time.

"Last time was intense, truly worthy of being a Medusa... Tsk tsk..." Roy Kien stroked the Frosty Pichu in his arms with a lecherous smile, being a Drow, he perked up at the mention of this matter.

"It just takes too long to wait, hiding in the bushes for half a day and still not necessarily encountering one alone." Sidov also grabbed the Frosty Pichu on his shoulder by the ear and swung it around in his hand like a sack to exercise his arm strength: "We can’t do this often, if we get caught, those Medusas aren’t easy to mess with, didn’t Bartes fail to make it back alive last time, and no one above cares about this matter!"

"Medusas are nothing! The real troublemakers are those guys. Last time I walked all night to see the live combat and got beaten up so bad by a few big guys that I couldn’t get out of bed for half a month, damn it! We didn’t provoke them."

"I’ve been beaten up three times over there already, the worst was having four ribs kicked in! Now I’ve learned my lesson; each time I go, I bring a few chicks from our side. With the chicks shielding us, they are embarrassed to lay hands on us, even if it means losing some face myself."

"Don’t talk about that, it makes me feel stuffy just thinking about it. Sometimes I feel we’re really cheap, always getting beat up when we go there, but come Sunday, we can’t help but crowd around to watch the combat."

"It’ll be soon, once our troops return, we’ll have combat to watch every day." Sidov chuckled.

"I’ve been wanting to taste those flying chicks, why don’t we borrow a few Troll bats and see if we can sneakily catch one alone, for all of us to share." Roy Kien’s eyes glinted with excitement.

Sidov threw the Frosty Pichu, which he was swinging to the point of near shock, onto the ground and walked to the edge of the platform, peering down to pee; suddenly someone beneath him in the crowd moving like ants, curiously questioned why it was raining. Sidov laughed heartily from above.

"Something’s not right." Roy Kien suddenly elbowed Sidov.

"What’s up?"

Sidov, ignoring the cursing from below, turned around to look.

A large patch of dark clouds was floating in from the distant horizon, with Roy Kien placing his hand on his forehead, looking left and right in puzzlement.

The sun was clearly blinding, which left the two elves wondering, why would it suddenly rain?

"It seems it’s not black clouds heading our way, but a flock of Ravens."

"Great, call a couple of guys who can do Archery over, capture a couple of birds, and stew them tonight along with this Frosty Pichu." Sidov put his finger in his mouth and whistled sharply and loudly towards the towering Arrow Tower on the aerial platform.

"Haha! Don’t forget to invite me to join for dinner."

When the two Moore warriors recently practicing Archery walked over, the two elven patrol officers stood there like wooden stakes, dazed and staring at the horizon.

Following their gaze, the Moore warriors felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to their throats.

Elves have excellent vision, and that group of dark clouds on the horizon drawing closer wasn’t any Raven flock but a swarm of Giant Dragons with the thunderous roar of their approach, headed straight for Lucian City.

Stunned for a good half day.

"Enemy attack~~~~" Panicked shouts and bugle calls resounded together, on the platform, up in the tree-walls, throughout the City Wall, everywhere was filled with scrambling figures.