Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 167 - 167 8 The Creativity of Vine Armor_1

167: Chapter 8 The Creativity of Vine Armor_1 167: Chapter 8 The Creativity of Vine Armor_1 The mountains are as vast as a sea, the sunset is as red as blood.

On the vast wilderness, autumn insects chirped, filling the air with a sense of desolation.

Ning Yu and Avril were leading a group of people of varying heights, walking among landscapes that looked like paintings.

Emerging from the barren grass horizon, the towering figure of the Red Earth Highlands could be seen.

After many days of traveling through the wilderness, they were about to reach Richard’s territory.

Richard’s subjects and kin were diverse.

The pandas and the Mastiff People were tall and burly, while the Halflings were small.

Apart from the 300 obedient children, there were also two vassal tribes that were handed to Ning Yu by Viscount Simek: one tribe was the skunks of the Kunke Clan, and the other was the hedgehog people of the Sea Ditch Rainbow Tribe.

Both races were vassals of Helen’s Pigiel Tribe when they resided in Maple Leaf Village.

After the desert raiders slaughtered the village, the Pigiel Tribe and their vassals scattered, with some relocating to Bok Village and others sought refuge with other Fawkes family tribes.

No other Beamon were willing to follow Helen to the heart of this terrifying wilderness, apart from these two tribes that agreed to follow their lady (PS: The result of Viscount Simek’s coercion?).

There always existed a certain gap between loyalty and reality.

Looking at these vassal tribes as small as Halflings, Ning Yu sighed deeply in her heart.

On their journey, they had been safe, encountering no large-scale wilderness raids.

The only attempted ambush was repelled by the Mastiff People and the pandas.

The piglet, Li Bai, who sat on the ogre Karu’s shoulder, performed exceptionally well.

Under Guoguo’s command, the little creature, like a sausage, released burst of water arrow attacks, which shocked the invading Goblins.

Karu, however, had a swollen chest afterward.

Sanggan River, a tributary flowing from the meltwater of Mount Tamerlarya, is the largest river in the Donau Wasteland.

The river rages all year round, except for the dry season each winter, cleverly dividing the Beamon world and the wilderness into two: one side led to the unknown, the other to civilization.

On the riverbank was an area covered with dense reeds.

Their fluffy seeds flew in the wind, spread and sent near and far.

“There’s no bridge?” Ning Yu frowned as she looked at the surging river.

The moment she had finished speaking, she realized her words were redundant.

The distance between the two banks of the Sanggan River was wide, and the Beamon’s carpentry skills were not yet able to build a bridge over such vast waters.

“Only the mysterious artisans of your Far East Continent could possibly construct a bridge over such a wide river,” Avril spread her arms, feeling the resounding water element around her.

This sensation gave her a sense of comfort.

Ning Yu, also of the Sea Clan, felt refreshed as well.

Maybe coming here wasn’t a bad idea, Ning Yu thought.

At least there was a river here.

Compared to a dry land, she would rather choose here.

The sentinels of the forward military base by the river also noticed this group of settlers of varying heights and quickly sounded the bugle.

This base was Beamon’s forefront outpost on the border.

Long since abandoned, the broken building looked like a lonely soul standing on the riverbank.

The officer at the base was a handsome fox from the Fox Tribe.

After checking all the papers, he led the group of pioneers to the riverbank of the Sanggan River.

Among the reeds, there was a simple dock with a few gigantic vine boats stranded.

“These are the ships specially prepared for your river crossing, after receiving notice from the military department and the temple.” Fox Tribe officer said with a smile: “This outpost has been idle for a long time.

We have been waiting for your arrival for several days, and finally, you have arrived.”

“Are these ships sturdy enough?” Avril looked dubiously at the boats made of coarse vines.

She was not worried about herself and Ning Yu – they both were from the Sea Clan and unconcerned.

But the accompanying skunks and hedgehog people had bad expressions when they saw the river.

She was afraid there would be an accident, unthinkable consequences.

“Rest assured, honourable lady.” The Fox Tribe officer, noticing the noble air of the two beautiful women, did not dare to be negligent: “These vines are wild grapevines from the wilderness, rich in oil.

We made ships by weaving these vines, and after drying in the sun, these vines contracted together, leaving no gaps and there will definitely not be any leaks.”

“We have many people here, sir, these vines won’t fail to bear the load, right?” Ning Yu was also a little worried, comparing these boats to the huge Penglai from her memory, they were like children’s toys.

“Please wait a moment, I’ll demonstrate it for you!” The Fox Tribe officer gestured to a side officer, who was a burly member of the Pigiel Race.

The warrior pulled out his standard-issue military blade and struck the side of the ship with it.

“Clang” A crisp sound echoed, followed by a shower of sparks where blade met ship’s hull.

“Are these vines this hard?” Ning Yu and Avril looked at the slash on the side of the boat thoughtfully.

Only about a quarter of thickness was cut into the finger-thick vines, no matter how hard the warrior had tried.

“The secret is their richness in oil, which, after sun-drying, causes the fibres to contract, making these vines very hard.” Fox Tribe officer said laughing softly, “Now, the two ladies can rest assured, right?”