Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1424 - 408: Poison Arrow Sharpshooter_3

Chapter 1424: Chapter 408: Poison Arrow Sharpshooter_3

Since the Flower Elf took the initiative to show goodwill and compliment the little parrot, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t just stand idly by.

So he smiled and responded to the Flower Elf warrior, politeness dictating a couple of formalities.

"Do you know how many years a White Order Vajra Parrot can live?" said the Flower Elf guardian warrior, uttering words he shouldn’t have while drunkenly holding up three fingers: "It has the shortest lifespan amongst all parrots, just three years!"

Liu’s face instantly soured.

"Your parrot is clearly an adult." The young Flower Elf seemed not to have drunk too much; his hand firmly and vigorously patted Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder: "Take good care of it, it doesn’t have many chances to curse left."

Before the boss could get angry, Beckham suddenly stood up, extended an arm and gripped the Flower Elf’s neck, forcefully pulling him under his arm, stretching half of the Flower Elf’s tongue out and leaving his face turning purple.

"I’ll teach him a lesson." Xiao Bei dragged the meter-and-a-half tall Flower Elf into the forest.

The unlucky one struggled with muffled protests all the way, but alas, although Flower Elves have guardian warriors, they are not true warriors; with both of his shoes kicked off, he still couldn’t overcome Xiao Bei’s brute strength. Soon, the sounds of punches and kicks echoed from the depths of the dark forest.

Liu Zhenhan’s spot was a bit out of the way; no one took note of this episode. Mourinho was busy clinking glasses frequently with Flower Elves and freshwater Mermaids, while Lily and Nini seemed to have noticed but turned away, and Xiaomai and Mari slid their gaze away, shoulders shaking with laughter.

Not long after, Xiao Bei came out dusting his hands and wiped the mud off his boots against a nearby tree.

"I never hit someone shorter than me, nor do I hit women." Beckham said: "But this time I couldn’t help it. I didn’t go too far, just gave him a warning."

"Me too." Liu Zhenhan said with a laugh, shaking his head: "Actually, there was no need. They’re too weak, it’s beneath us to win this way."

"I didn’t expect your martial skills to be good too. I saw your consecutive flying kicks today, very much in style with kicking techniques." Lampard looked at Xiao Bei with a bit of admiration, giving him an evaluative glance.

"Mages are the smartest, if they want to learn anything, they can master it with time!" Xiao Bei coolly said: "I did practice kicking techniques for a while. To launch magic with my feet, I must have sharp basic footwork."

"Only learning one sort of magic, mages with plenty of time are still too few." Liu Zhenhan said with regret.

After some idle chatter, the banquet was quickly dismantled, seemingly all Flower Elves unaware they were down a companion, busy taking down tables and chairs.

Queen Liv summoned a massive White Tiger from a moon-shaped metal badge, the majestic muscles of the tiger marked with black stripes, the saddle all crafted from silver, resplendent with shining jewels.

Unexpectedly, this Moon Elf queen turned out to be a high-ranking priest. Old Liu clicked his tongue in amazement.

What Liu found even more baffling was that Her Majesty the queen removed a bag shining with moonlight from the White Tiger’s saddle, taking out one moonstone after another that shone like morning stars, arranging a huge Magic Circle on the ground.

Seeing the moonstones of his dreams, Liu Zhenhan’s gaze could only be described as envious.

If looks could rob, Liv would have already been plundered by the legendary bandit Alibaba and his forty brothers.

The Flower Elves bustled about, assisting on the side, while Elder Cech also held a shiny bag, occasionally pulling out a dazzling moonstone to hand to the Moon Elf queen—truly, only Upper Elves would possess such rare stones.

A Flower Elf priest riding on the back of a miniature White Tiger was chanting prayers on the side, sporadically casting white halos of light.

However, the White Tiger beneath this Flower Elf priest was only the size of a civet cat, equipped with a pair of transparent wings, looking quite adorable.

Liu Zhenhan strongly suspected whether this was a flying cat; today’s event was unlike anything he had ever seen before, feeling novelty at every turn.

After a Magic Circle made up of Moonstones was laid out, it occupied nearly half of the already small Flower Elf camp.

Countless shimmering Moonstones were combined together, creating blinding bright lights everywhere. Lines of mercury-like brightness crisscrossed the ground between the Moonstones, forming a huge Six-pointed Star Formation, with its center convex with tiny, strange symbols, extremely beautiful.

At this moment, all unrelated people had stepped aside, and a Moon Elf Archer took an arrow from his quiver, walked over to the box holding Poison Flame Demon King Enrida, and pierced Enrida’s skin with the sharp needle-like arrowhead.

Guoguo was furious, picked up a stone, and threw it with a swoosh.

The Elf Archer didn’t even turn his head. Hearing the whistling sound behind his ears, he stepped lightly, leaped seven or eight meters high, and landed steadily on the treetop, looking down on Liu Zhenhan and Guoguo in his arms with a cold gaze.

"Is this the strength of the Moon Elves?" It was the first time Liu Zhenhan had seen someone performing lightness skills.

"Jumping through the air might look fancy, but if he were to meet an archer with the prowess of Nedved, he’d be done for," Beckham said with a suppressed laugh: "If it were a Golden Elf, perhaps he’d fare better. Those Upper Elves truly move like they leave no tracks in the snow, with such a graceful posture, capable of making three consecutive turns in the air."

"Tip of the left foot touching the tip of the right foot?" Liu Zhenhan raised his voice and asked.

"Yes," Lampard looked at his boss strangely; such a trivial matter shouldn’t be shocking.

The Moon Elf Archer on the treetop, seeing that the others were chatting and laughing among themselves, jumped down from the tree in discontent and continued the blood harvesting with his arrowhead.

Liu Zhenhan held onto Guoguo’s little paw tightly.

Enrida didn’t cry or make a fuss, merely watching the Moon Elf who was harvesting blood, his gaze calm with a hint of despair.

"What are they doing?" Xiao Bei quietly asked the boss.

Liu Zhenhan shrugged his shoulders; he didn’t know either.

Someone passed over a basin of water; the Moon Elf Archer dipped several arrows with fresh blood into it, displaying great agility. Pointed ears covered in magical runes, the Moon Elf Archers pulled out their arrows, piled them up, one by one dipped the arrowheads into the basin, and then carefully placed them back into their quivers.

Liu Zhenhan guessed that this was probably a measure against the Hell Black Dragon, because in the records, it was clearly stated that the Chaos World Magical Beast Poison Flame Demon King Enrida contained an exceptionally fierce Insanity Flame Poison!

These Moon Elf Archers must be Queen Liv’s royal guards. Judging by the magic runes on their pointed ears, they should all be masters of archery, wielding the power of the wind.

Poisoned arrows paired with godlike archery! Indeed, the strategy is vicious!

However, Liu Zhenhan still had one thing he couldn’t figure out: how exactly could Mourinho get the Hell Black Dragon to come here?

It was still the same tough question, the same old problem: the Hell Black Dragon isn’t a prostitute; it can’t just come and go at will. No matter how well the trap is laid, what good would it do?

Liu Zhenhan was holding back a bellyful of anger, patiently staying on to see just how Mourinho would manage to do this!

The moment had finally arrived!

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