Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 166 - 166 7 Cutting Off the Enemy's Retreat _3

166: Chapter 7: Cutting Off the Enemy’s Retreat _3 166: Chapter 7: Cutting Off the Enemy’s Retreat _3 “Within my territory, there is a prime Schefflera Forest, and I cannot simply stand by while the Beamon Clan suffers such great damage.

Openly!

Choose the path I offer!

I can provide you with a better life without the hassle of the Giant Dragon!” Richard pointed at the Golden Figures behind him, “I have the power to provide the best protection!”

“No!

Richard!” Helen interrupted, “These Mammoth Clan Orcs are unwilling to leave their homeland.

You can’t force them.”

“Am I supposed to stand by and watch as they perish without their necessary food, Snow Bananas?

Am I supposed to turn a blind eye as the Beamon tribe is bullied by the dragons?” Richard’s roar echoed through the mountain cave, “I can’t!”

His eyes filled with suppressed tears, and the sincerity touched the simple Mammoth Clan Orcs.

He gently pinched the two salamanders in his sleeve, and the newly awakened creatures faint with shock.

“It’s going to increase our financial expenditure.” Helen continued, her heart pounding even harder.

The Mammoth Orcs became nervous.

They were inexplicably afraid that the Dragon Master might abandon them.

“Financial revenue compares nothing to the life of a tribe on the brink of extinction.

I choose the latter.” Richard’s face was shining with a purity only a saint might have.

Upon hearing this, the Mammoth Orcs felt obligated to go with him in order not to insult this noble Dragon Master’s feelings.

“Schefflera?

Is it a kind of banana?” A few Mammoth Orcs whispered among themselves.

“Of course it is!” Richard smiled, “It was the Schefflera that ancient Dragon beasts loved the most!

I snatched it from the hands of the evil and powerful Shepherd-tree People!

(PS: The Shepherd-tree People are vomiting blood in the Southern Cross Star Forest right now!)”

The Orcs didn’t know what the Shepherd-tree People were, but since Richard said they were evil, they must be evil indeed.

“How should we repay your kindness, sir?” Korina asked a little shyly.

“Knight Korina!” Richard scolded sternly.

“Yes, sir!” Korina jolted up in response, suddenly remembering his noble Knight title.

“Does helping those in need require reciprocation?” Richard sounded solemnly like a mentor, or hard-boiled priest.

Korina and the entire Mammoth Clan were moved by Richard’s noble image, and a prominent figure suddenly loomed large.

What a great man!

Possessing the powerful Golden Figures, and also being a Dragon Master who cared so much about the weak.

He is truly deserving of his title as the backbone of the Kingdom, the Grand Priest of Bimeng Saint Altar!

Helen smiled a little awkwardly.

“But we don’t like hot climates.

What should we do?” Old Boji was still a bit vexed.

“Just shave off all this excess hair!” Richard suggested, plucking at Old Boji’s shaggy hair.

“I can grant you the privilege of growing beards.

From then on, your long beards and tusks will be the unique mark of the Mammoth Clan.”

Obischillaci!

If I don’t shave off all this hair on you, His Majesty will most likely give me a hard time.

Richard thought to himself.

“I shall give you the right to enjoy sweet Schefflera Bananas to your heart’s content!” A generous offer is on the table.

First and foremost, I need to see if I can plant them.

If not, I will take you to seize them.

Richard thought to himself.

“I can even let your bravest warriors be my followers!” Richard continued to boast, “You’ve seen my strength!

Do you know how many noble knights in the kingdom want to follow me?”

In her heart, Helen mutters, “I haven’t seen many noble knights, just a bunch of prisoners and strong sailors.”

“I will do my best to train the priests of the Mammoth Clan!” The most alluring offer yet.

“Kampas!” All the Mammoth Orcs looked at each other, almost in disbelief.

Could the Mammoth Clan also have a Priest?

Is this kindhearted Dragon Master really willing to train a Mammoth Priest?

“Naturally, you have the right to reject all of this.” Richard teased, “These may seem a bit crude, but after all, I’ve only recently obtained my territory.”

“We won’t reject it!” Seeing that the Fox Tribe Priestess might chime in, the entire Mammoth Clan hurriedly shook their heads in disagreement, speaking in unison.

Richard glanced at the little fox, his facial muscles twitching involuntarily.

“Great performance!

The way your eyes shone with tears, I was almost moved to tears,” Helen whispered, giving Richard a thumbs-up while the Mammoth Clan packed their belongings.

“Simply begging them to go won’t work, and it might even arouse their suspicion,” Richard smirked, “But if there is opposition, it’s different.

We all have some rebellious streak.”

“If only Piegel were as smart as you!” The little fox had to admire him.

“How was my acting earlier?” Richard stealthily asked.

“You could take part in an opera performance, even a professional one,” the little fox playfully stuck out her tongue, “Obischillaci!”