Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 174 - 174 11 Crossing the River with a Giant Elephant_1

174: Chapter 11 Crossing the River with a Giant Elephant_1 174: Chapter 11 Crossing the River with a Giant Elephant_1 Karu had indeed hit rock bottom.

In the wilderness, each bandit stake out their territories.

The weaker ones can only roam the most dangerous borders of the wilderness, stealing when they can while dealing with the periodic roundups from the Bimon army.

However, things are different within the wilderness.

The vast and expansive wilderness is the perfect hideout, and the orcish army of Bimon simply doesn’t have the time and energy to clear out such a large area of goblins and ogres.

Therefore, the robbers within the wilderness are proliferating like gadflies, whimsically treating the wilderness as their paradise.

That’s why the goblin and ogre tribes in the wilderness consist only of the most brave and resilient warriors.

For an ageing and physically weak wilderness bandit like Karu, barring a sensible decision to leave, the only fate awaiting him was to be killed by his own kind for food.

When the bear goblin bandits appeared, the withered grass on the wilderness hid their followers and Karu only noticed the two bear goblins acting as lookouts.

These two bear goblins clearly inherited the nature of the wilderness robbers.

The sight of so many beauties instantly caught their eyes, saliva flowing out from the corners of their mouths.

Each corner of a bear goblin’s mouth has two vertical clefts, shiny traces hang there all year round, that is the product of the overflowing saliva and mucus.

As soon as the goblins see their coveted prey, they act this way.

All creatures across the continent share almost identical aesthetic views, this isn’t influenced by racial differences.

When these two bear goblins came out from behind the scrub pile on the wilderness, they inescapably left a water trail on the red earth beneath them.

At first, Karu only thought they were a pair of bear goblin robbers wandering in the wilderness.

In his prime, he too, with his companions, formed various sized groups which roamed freely in the wilderness.

Like Karu, all the hedgehog and skunk shepherds who were busy gathering their herds also saw the robust Bear Goblins, their hands dropping the shepherd’s rod to the ground.

In the Bimon society, the fragility of vassal clans is obvious.

When facing an invincible opponent, these vassal clans often collapse the fastest.

These weak races are incapable of being on the battlefield.

Other than serving in the logistics department, they have no courage to fight.

These fragile races are the pitiful ones on the verge of extinction in the Bimon race.

Even the snails among the Taurens of the Buer Tribe and the Koala Bears among the bear people of the Pier race, although they belong to the powerful race, they are no different because they are too weak, and their population is dwindling.

Interestingly, when they confront races weaker than they are, they are still willing to show off their bravery.

Watching the two bear goblins holding massive spiked clubs, these hedgehog herders and skunks squinted their eyes.

Luckily, there were only two bear goblins.

The awakened hedgehog herders picked up the spears beside them, retreated while shouting loudly, hoping to scare off these two ill-intentioned bandits.

Karu felt that it was time for him to make his move.

Even though he was at a disadvantage when it came to fighting two bear goblins at once, with so many hedgehogs and skunks around, Karu felt he could win this battle.

Karu had been quite enlightened recently.

His master, Richard, and the several mistresses were all so powerful, and they had such formidable panda warriors and mastiff warriors following them, Karu felt that he couldn’t let this opportunity slip away no matter what.

Although he didn’t have a handy wooden bat, Karu still picked up a dry tree trunk fearlessly and rushed up.

He was halfway through his sprint when he suddenly had a sinking feeling.

The long line of wild grass was rustling as it was pushed aside, one after the other, bear goblins wearing ragged leather armour holding spiked clubs and rough shields kept coming out of the tall wild grass.

The sight of the numerous bear goblins made Karu’s calves cramp.

The Goblin tribes in the wilderness could coexist with the Ogre tribes by marking territories, which in itself represented their strength.

The two bear goblin sentinels didn’t even leave room for Karu to stray.

The clubs swung down, making a “whooshing” sound, and hit Karu’s ugly head.

With a dull thud, two cracks were smashed open on Karu’s head, one on left and the other on right.

He immediately dropped the dead tree trunk he held and clutched his head.

He felt his head spinning, a buzzing noise in his ears like a bee had flown into them.

He could not hear anything else at all.

Karu felt that besides the big things gushing out from the cracks under his fingers, there was also something particularly sharp.

Opening his hand to look, a wooden burr lied in his palm covered in blue blood.

It was accidentally broken off when the bear goblin’s spiked club hit him just now.

Karu freaked out instantly, turning and running off.

His blue blood left a long trail on the soft red earth.

Karu didn’t run for long before he had to stop panting heavily.

The bear goblins did not catch up with him.

Karu knew they wouldn’t, and he was correct.

With so many girls and herds, no goblin bandit would chase after a fleeing ogre.

Karu picked up the soil under his feet and patted it on his forehead, finally stopping the blood.

After a while of dazed confusion, the cold night wind gradually dried the blood on his face, and Karu peeled off the large pieces of dried blood scabs from his hair and face.

“Should I go catch up with Gude and report this, or should I save myself?” The harsh wind stimulated Karu’s mind, bringing him back to his senses, and he started contemplating this grim problem.

After weighing up the options, Karu decided self-preservation was more critical.

With so many bear goblins, Karu thought even if Gude and others came back, it would be futile.

Dragging his tired body, Karu reached the banks of the Sanggan River by the time it was dark.

Looking at the sparkling Sanggan River, Karu felt rather teary.

It was not easy to relate oneself to such an influential figure, and now it had slipped away from him again.

Red Earth Highland must be having a meeting now, Karu thought with envy as he glanced back.

He lowered his head to search the riverbank, looking to find the vine-boat they had left earlier.

The enormous moon, “Xiang Pa,” had hidden behind thick clouds.

Ogres’ vision was famously poor, and Karu squinted as he searched for the vine-boat for crossing the river, nearly slipping into the water several times.

Being known as being afraid of the water, Karu clutched his chest and sat on the riverbank.

He couldn’t go any further, nor could he return.

Tears dropped from Karu’s large, befuddled eyes, wetting the reeds in front of him.

When Karu raised his blurred eyes, a group of black spots was getting closer to the wide river surface.

Are those boats?

Karu rubbed his eyes, doubting what he was seeing.

The black spots on the expansive river got nearer, and one could faintly hear the sound of robust laughter and conversation.

Karu lay down in the reeds, too terrified to move.

In the wilderness, any creature would be an enemy to an isolated ogre.

The Sanggan River, groaning with a thick mist, was in hibernation.

Still, its currents were relentless, with melted water from the glaciers in the snow mountains that could knock any boat off balance.

Karu, who was hiding in the reed grass, noticed these black spots standing firm like rocks in water.

Despite the water eddying around them, they were slowly advancing.

The moon “Xiang Pa” quietly revealed a corner of its face from the clouds.

The dark cloud above moved slowly, entangling the moon’s cold and clear radiance.

The sound of breaking water got louder, and Karu quietly parted the reeds in front of him.

His big eyes, still shimmering with tears, were wide open, and he even forgot to breathe.

There were dozens of large beasts’ heads appearing on the river surface.

Each sturdy and massive nose was pointing at the sky, while numerous robust Bimon sat on their wide backs, joking and laughing.

A bright and twinkling giant halo, as dazzling as “Xiang Pa,” dispelled the mist over the water and wrapped them inside.

Nights in the wilderness were as cold as water, especially near the Sanggan River, which was melted from glacier water.

The steam was piercingly cold, but these Bimon Beastmen were baring their broad chests, chatting and laughing.

The giant beast wading in the water stepped onto the increasingly shallow river coast, its huge body gradually emerging from the water.

Karu stuffed his hand into his mouth, trying to withhold his violent shaking teeth.

He saw a group of terrifying giant long-haired mammoths; their bodies were covered in a thick layer of long fur.

Drops of water, which gleamed like silver, fell from their slippery fur.

The soft mud on the riverbank left a deep footprint with every step taken by the mammoth.

Looking at those terrifying spiral tusks, Karu almost passed out.

These Mammoths were at least a dozen steps away from Karu, but he could no longer sense the existence of the sky in front of him.

A lithe and powerful shadow jumped off the wooden frame that was installed on the giant Mammoth.

Karu estimated that these robust shadows were at least twice his size.

My God!

Who are these Bimon?

Even Orephin warriors are not this tall!

Karu gasped, his body shaking violently.

“Obischillaci!

We finally arrived at this damned place!” A loud and uncouth voice pulled Karu back to his senses.

A mammoth gently bent its Doric stone pillar-sized leg, and two figures slowly climbed down from it, using its ears as holders.

These two figures were petite and strong.

Karu’s eyes couldn’t stop the tears anymore.

This voice was too familiar.

It used to be a nightmare.

Now, Karu called this voice a heavenly sound.

“Lord Richard…” Karu cried, standing from the reeds, shouting between sobs.

A group of towering figures immediately surrounded him, their moon-light reflecting long knives making Karu mute.

These knives were too terrifying.

The curved blades carried a dreadful arc, the chilling breeze turned the wilderness into a glacier instantly.

“I am Karu!

My lord!

Lady Helen!

I am Karu, your ogre slave Karu!” Karu jumped, letting out a Larza beast-like scream.

The shadows that had surrounded him stopped.

Karu’s chest heaved nervously; he flopped on the ground, looking terrified at the Bimon Beastmen, whose faces were indistinguishable.

They are so strong!

Karu looked at the arms of these Beastmen, then at his own.

He felt like a chicken among ostriches.

A gentle beam of light pierced through the darkness.

Liu Zhenhan held up a Night Pearl beside desolate Karu.

The blood on Karu’s face made his eyes squeeze shut.