Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 147 - 147 This little piggy is so amazing {V12}_1

147: This little piggy is so amazing {V12}_1 147: This little piggy is so amazing {V12}_1 The Hell Black Dragon on the ground was continuously emitting a circle of smoke and dust, the air permeated with a burnt smell.

While Liu Zhenhan cuddled the piglet in his arms, he was directing the Bearman Vieri to brandish the Wheel Axe in his hand, dissecting the Black Dragon that had been charred beyond recognition by his own hellfire.

The Bearman spit into his palm, took a swing of his axe, and forcefully split open the skull of the Black Dragon.

The Black Dragon’s head held a palm-sized, round Dragon Crystal.

The jet-black crystal exuded an aura of grandeur—it vastly surpassed every Magic Crystal he had seem before just by appearances.

The disappointment was that the Dragon Ball hidden in the lower jaw of the Black Dragon had been burnt to ashes, making Liu Zhenhan feel that the success was somewhat incomplete.

“What a pity, most of the dragon skin was ruined by the fire.

Otherwise, we could have made some dragon scale armor to wear back home.” The Bearman felt it was a waste.

“One of my four Golden Figures got destroyed, yet all we gained is this little thing.

I’m the one who truly suffered a loss,” Liu Zhenhan grumbled even more.

“I can’t believe, my lord, your magical pet is actually a magic doll!

That’s too outrageous!

Too audacious!” The Bearman remembered it after Liu Zhenhan mentioned it.

“You flatter me.” Liu Zhenhan replied nonchalantly, “My magic doll can only be summoned for a limited time.

We were merely lucky to have scared those Dark Elves away earlier.

Otherwise, who knows who would be dead now.”

“Lord Richard…” The Bearman seemed hesitant to speak.

“Just say what’s on your mind,”Liu Zhenhan bent down, scavenging through the treasure on the Dark Elf queen’s body.

“I know it might be rude to ask…have you…offended some nobles from the upper class?” The Bearman timidly asked.

“Yes, I’ve offended Prince Richard.” Liu Zhenhan looked up and smiled.

“Prince?” The Bearman Vieri broke into a sweat.

“Lord, even the dumbest Beamon knows not to challenge the more powerful nobles when they themselves aren’t strong enough.” The Bearman seemed quite puzzled, “Why, Lord, even though you’re so wise, did you not consider this?”

“There are some things in life you know you can do, but you would never stoop so low to do them.” Liu Zhenhan cracked a smile, opened the Elf queen’s pouch.

He felt like the pouch was unexpectedly heavy.

He unscrewed the stopper, poured a little bit of water into his hand, and a radiance suddenly surrounded him.

“Kampas above!

It’s the Life Spring!” The Bearman stared in fear at the droplet of water in Liu Zhenhan’s hand.

“What a treasure!” Liu Zhenhan corked up the pouch, and an idea popped up in his mind.

“My lord, when you return to get your fief, could you let me be one of your followers?” Vieri braved himself to ask.

“Why?” Liu Zhenhan was surprised, “Aren’t you a soldier of the kingdom?”

“A Beamon warrior can only achieve everlasting glory by following a great priest.

I don’t want to continue living like this.

Nowadays Bearmen have started to become more like evil human beings.

They have begun to scheme and use tactics.

It disgusts me,” The Bearman explained.

“I’m delighted by your devotion, but what would you do about your post in the troop?

Oh, shi…” Suddenly, the piglet in Liu Zhenhan’s arms rumbled with hunger, his little snout poking through the robe.

“Ha ha…

I will finish transitioning as quickly as possible and join you, lord.

Your courage was unforgettable for me in this life.

If I miss this opportunity to follow you, I would live the second half of my life in regret.” The Bearman brought out his Battle Axe, kneeled down on one knee, and respectfully handed a small piece of whole dragon skin to Liu Zhenhan, “I swear upon the honor of the Pier tribe, Pier Bearman Christian Vieri will follow your footsteps, lord.

I will clear the thorns on your path with my Battle Axe.”

“Brave Vieri, your loyalty is my biggest fortune in life.

But remember, when you leave, don’t talk about our dragon-slaying experience.” Liu Zhenhan clumsily patted the little guy in his arms, whose movements were a bit rolly-polly.

“Why?” The Bearman, wide-eyed, asked.

“A warrior’s heart doesn’t need rank or decoration to be proven.

The earthly splendor can only mask the pursuit of our hearts.” Liu Zhenhan smiled, an intentional profundity in his tone.

He was clearly imitating Prince Richard’s manner of speech.

He himself wasn’t actually sure of the meaning behind the words, but he just felt it seemed pretty “bull”.

Seeing the Bearman’s burning passion, Liu Zhenhan felt somewhat smug.

Ha ha, although Prince Richard is annoying, every word of his is a classic.

It’s the perfect way to save face.

Careful footsteps came from the end of the shiny cave hall.

“Our brave warriors don’t seem to have trusted us completely.

We should get back soon,” Liu Zhenhan nudged the awe-struck Bearman.

Seeing their commander and the great priest safe and sound before them, all the Bearman warriors were filled with excitement.

“Hurry up and run!

The Dark Elves have summoned another terrible Hell Black Dragon!” Liu Zhenhan’s shout cooled everyone’s enthusiasm down as if poured by freeze.

They all wilted instantly.

The Dragon warriors huddled together again, retreating swiftly.

“My lord!” While keeping up with everyone’s frantic retreat, the Heinze priest asked the Bearman, “We just saw those travelers leaving earlier!

My lord, how did you manage to save them from the hands of the Dark Elves?”