Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1397 - 398: Golden Right Foot_2

Chapter 1397: Chapter 398: Golden Right Foot_2

As Prince Benitez and the eight Drow matriarchs stumbled up the City Wall, the ferocious Feilengcui air force was already less than two or three miles away from Lusen City.

In the mournful sound of horns, teams of Cow-Eagle People flocked, spreading their wings, snatching spears, and gliding down from the snowy cliff caves.

"My goodness!" Prince Benitez grinned, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, as he clearly saw eight huge-bodied, muscular Golden Dual-headed Giant Dragons, followed by densely packed Chimaera Cavalry, plus dozens of dolphin-like flyers, with the Feilengcui Lord leading, overlooking all beings with contempt.

Two of the eight Drow matriarchs plopped down to the ground.

This time, the Feilengcui Lord had changed his mount; he was riding on a Giant serpentine that resembled blue crystal, with legs as thick as Roman columns and four pairs of aqua blue elemental wings shielding the sky.

A human-faced skeletal Giant snake spread out one ice and one wind elemental wings, with a handsome Mage sitting on its back, approaching the sheer peak.

Prince Moore and the Drow matriarchs nervously signaled their own air forces, meaning by all means do not act rashly.

Even if they didn’t command, all the Cow-Eagle People knew that if they clashed with a Super-level Warcraft, they simply lacked the physical strength and weapons to break through the defense; if those eight Golden Giant Dragons and two Giant snakes really charged, they had no other choice but flight or slaughter.

Currently, the only force capable of a battle was Prince Moore’s Sword Chant, sitting on the saddle of a Troll bat.

A third of Moore’s aerial squad was stationed in the Underground World, another third went to the Southern Cross Star Forest to engage in battle, only leaving 300 people in Lusen City, which was unfortunately somewhat lean. If a battle really did commence, they would certainly be the prime targets, causing the Troll bat riders’ faces to turn pale.

Four huge Hell Black Dragons slowly rose within Lusen City, enveloped by a strong wind; initially arrogant, their fiery red dragon eyes then turned to deep horror.

Without advancing any further, the Hell Black Dragons hung in the air, mumbling to each other, the deliberately suppressed mystic Dragon Language sounded like a squashed muffled egg.

As even the Black Dragons were like this, the dense Cow-Eagle People and Troll bat riders above Lusen City could only dryly watch, not daring to step over the line.

"Do you know why I am here?" In a blink of an eye, the Feilengcui Lord charged in, his roar comparable to that of a Giant Dragon.

"Lord Richard, you... you..." Prince Moore didn’t know what to say, as the enemy’s forces were all in the air, and although his own air force was numerous, the effective ones were few, and there was a severe lack of anti-aircraft firepower on the ground.

The defense setup underground along with the campaign against the Surface Elves, the deployment of troops in three locations caused the formerly vast military strength of the Drow to silently start to slacken.

The eight Drow matriarchs leaned close to the prince’s ear and muttered something, darkening Prince Moore’s expression even further.

Disaster struck! Even twenty War Ancient Trees were no longer heeding commands, and without asking, Prince Moore knew it must be the work of the Feilengcui Lord; he saw a somewhat familiar-looking Giant with floating tree whiskers on the back of a Golden Dual-headed Giant Dragon, making strange hand gestures while mumbling.

"Lord Richard, are you seeking to wage war against us, the elves of Lusen?" The matriarch You Yue’er, ultimately composed, was the first to regain her senses.

"You must think carefully! Once a war starts, what the consequences will be! This will be a disaster for you, me, and for Beamon!" Prince Moore picked up the conversation, his tone strong yet clearly lacking confidence, his eyes involuntarily glancing towards the eight majestically unmatched Giant Dragons.

"Last time, I came to Lusen City with an olive branch, offering Beamon’s friendship, how did you treat me?" The Feilengcui Lord emitted an angry roar: "Is it because I didn’t show my strength, you all considered me as merely paper-made?"

Prince Moore and the eight Drow matriarchs were at a loss for words.

The Drow could never have dreamed that this person possessed such formidable strength; if they had known, their actions would have been completely different.

Lusen and the Black Dragons had only allied with twelve Giant Dragons, and this person actually had eight Golden Giant Dragons, even of the extremely high-ranking Dual-headed type!

Now it was too late. Four Black Dragons stationed underground, including the clan leader Ronaldinho, went to the Southern Cross Star Forest, leaving only four female dragons in Lusen City; it was obvious that their combat power was far inferior to the Feilengcui Lord’s eight massive dual-headed Golden Dragons! Not to mention two vastly powerful flying Giant snakes ominously looming close by!

Originally thinking that four Black Dragons would be enough to deter Beamon, they had not expected... truly had not expected...

Prince Moore suddenly regretted, regretting why he had sent the elder Blood Infant Siro to the Southern Cross Star Forest, resulting in a dire shortage of powerful individuals in Lusen City. However, what slightly reassured him was that someone had definitely gone to notify the four Black Dragons in the Underground World, and once they arrived, the situation could at least be balanced, and he still held some capital.

"Your Highness, Madam Matriarchs, why are you not speaking?" Liu Zhenhan coldly chuckled: "The things that should be said still need to be said, silence cannot evade the problem."