Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 178 - 1: Strafing_1

Chapter 178: Chapter 1: Strafing_1

A sudden flurry of night partridge wings echoed from the distant bushes, immediately quieting the group of professional robbers.

The Bear Goblins had a habit of not wearing shoes, and those stationed at the foot of the Red Earth Highland to guard the captives suddenly felt a subtle and barely perceptible trembling from the ground to their toes. Being seasoned criminals of the Donau Wasteland, several Bear Goblins immediately lay prone on the ground, putting their furry ears to the root of the grass to listen carefully.

An experienced Bear Goblin spat on his finger, twisted it around, and stood up to loudly call out to the goblin leader on the hill, "Boss! There are people coming from the east, and we can’t tell just how many there are by their footsteps! It seems like a huge beast, as heavy as an Earth Badger!"

"Damn it! Get moving quick!" The Bear Goblin leader, shaking his bronze axe in his hand, shouted, "Another goblin tribe must have got wind of the fat lambs here and come to try and get a piece of the action! Bloody hell! Apart from the Razor Mountain goblin tribe, no one else has such large beasts like the Earth Badgers! We need to act fast! Grab as much as we can!"

When Ning Yu and Avril heard that people were approaching from the east, they felt a glimmer of hope, thinking that Gude and Bellamy were returning with the guards to aid them. But hearing these words from the Bear Goblin leader, their hearts, which had just started to warm, immediately turned icy cold again.

The Earth Badger was a kind of giant burrowing wild beast that normally lived in deep pits underground. Although they didn’t know magic, their strength was every bit as formidable as that of an Earth Dragon, making them a nightmare for all creatures. Goblins had a habit of providing food for powerful creatures, it was safe to say that this Earth Badger was probably a henchman raised by another goblin robber tribe.

These Bear Goblins in front of them were already formidable enough, and the arrival of another goblin robbery tribe that even the Bear Goblins were afraid of, wasn’t this just making a bad situation worse?

"Orc!" Upon hearing the leader’s call, the Bear Goblins at the foot of the hill immediately had a portion of them stand up, ready to respond to the call, wielding their Nail-Headed Bats in preparation to charge uphill.

Their rising battle passion was abruptly interrupted by an unexpected turn of events.

A boulder the size of a basket suddenly flew out from the night breeze rustled wasteland grass, striking the chest of the loudest Bear Goblin. With a crisp sound of a rib fracture, the Goblin’s chest caved in, and he collapsed onto the campfire pile. The flames momentarily dimmed, before suddenly flaring up, engulfing the Bear Goblin’s fur and sending thick, black smoke billowing high into the air.

The Bear Goblin screamed horribly as he was consumed by the flames, but was unable to move, leaving him at the mercy of the licking fire. The smell of charred flesh filled the air, with the light of the fire flickering uncertainly, the boiling sounds persistently echoing.

All the Bear Goblins who were prepared to charge up the hill were stunned. They had their backs to the wasteland and didn’t see the stone flying in, but turned their heads to see their comrade on fire and screaming.

A few Bear Goblins immediately stepped forward, kicked over the firewood in the bonfire, and clumsily pulled their unfortunate comrade out. Strangely enough, despite his loud screams when he was being roasted on the fire, the moment they pulled him out, he was already dead.

Several Bear Goblins looked incredulously at their unfortunate companion with their eyes wide open.

This Bear Goblin’s solid chest muscles were completely caved in, several broken ribs sticking out of his chest diagonally, charred black by the fire. In the waist area, there was a bursting opening filled with ashes from the grass and wood, from which clumps of stuff were flowing out.

Just as the Bear Goblins were momentarily spaced out, the wasteland grass seemed to break into waves, and a dozen muscular Bimon strode out.

These Bimon Beastmen all had their heads shaved clean and glossy, with their beard braided and ringed down to their broad chest. Their naked arms were covered in bulging, rock-like muscles, freshly shaved with a green shine.

Their noses were thick and drooping, and the magnificent beast skin revealed two legs as thick as ancient pillars left over on the wasteland. In their hands, they each held a long blade carved from ivory. It seemed to have some scrape marks and defects, not particularly sharp, but in the night light, it emitted a chill that made the Bear Goblin robbers shudder.

"It’s the Orephin Warriors!!!" A timid Bear Goblin screeched with a nearly bursting vocal cord.

"What are you scared of? Don’t you know it’s an illusion created by these two little mage girls?" An experienced Bear Goblin cut off his inept companion’s shout with a slap to the head. Even though he said this, he couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

His words calmed down the near-panic Bear Goblins. Their not-so-bright minds suddenly remembered the illusion of the Orephin Warriors they encountered earlier.

Liu Zhenhan, with a half-length cigar that had been hanging by his side for many days but had never been lit in his mouth, walked out arm in arm with Helen from the group of mammoth-like warriors after they shaved their hair.

The eyes of the Bear Goblin robbers lit up instantly. Helen’s bewitching beauty was even more attractive than the two women just now, with her eyes having a soul-stirring charm.

Karu, with his head full of blood, also appeared. At this moment, Karu looked magnificent and triumphant. He was looking among the goblins for the two guys who had broken his head earlier, but since goblins all looked alike, it was hard to recognize them. Karu’s gaze searched for a long time but he couldn’t find them.