Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 188 - 4: The Skull Flag Fluttering_2

However, the bear goblins accidentally acquired an important piece of information from their human captives. Before destroying the ships that crossed the river, the Beamon knights had once told these merchants that if they dared not to press on into the wilderness, they could wait on the Red Earth Highland, because there was a Beamon village, composed of the Pigiel race and some weaker vassal clans, migrating from the northern bank of the Sanggan River. These clans, with large numbers of livestock, will soon station on the northern bank of the Sanggan River as an outpost.

This Pigiel village would provide boats for the merchants to carry back.

The human captives repeated that the Beamon knights escorting them had informed them about this.

As for why they were escorted by Beamon knights, these merchants did not know; they only knew these knights first approached them with an offer to escort them. These people were not affluent and were wandering traders in the Northeast Province of the Beamon Kingdom, worrying about how to hire skilled mercenaries for a high price to accompany them back as winter was approaching. So how could they refuse such a good deal offered on a plate?

Such good things were happening one after another. Beamon knights escort merchants across the Sanggan River almost every day and then return, handing these merchants right over to the Kosen Tribe’s Bear Goblin robbers who occupied this territory.

The goblin tribe was stunned by this unexpected windfall. Even though the number of these delivered human merchants decreased each day and they were all mediocre wandering traders with little to offer, the month’s provisions each of them carried could be accumulated and provided a decent supply to the Kosen tribe, who were about to face the harsh winter.

Without exception, these captured merchants also talked about a Beamon village migrating towards the Red Earth Highland. Likewise, they claimed the Beamon knights who escorted them across the river had "specifically" told them about it.

Livestock! And the Beamon women, whom goblins adored! These words made the blood of these bear goblin robbers burn.

In the aesthetic view of the goblins, they never considered the women of their race to be good-looking. Even though Painless women were not much of a sight either, they were certainly better than their own wives. Any goblins fortunate to know a Pigiel woman boasted about their experiences.

So these bear goblins have been wandering around the Red Earth Highland, filled with courage to face a village made up of the weak Pigiel race and the even weaker vassal clans. At the same time, the Kosen Tribe kept this information strictly classified, fearing other stronger robbery tribes might covet this news.

What happened next needs no explanation. What has happened already is the best evidence.

The only discrepancy with the actual situation was in the migrating Pigiel village. There weren’t any Pigiel women that the bear goblins had long fantasized about, only hundreds of human girls and two charmingly beautiful women!

Silence, the goblin robber’s words triggered a tremendous silence.

The quill pen in Ning Yu’s hand stalled on the rush paper, slowly blotted out a congealed red dot.

"How long ago did Helen and I earn the title of altar sacrifice?" Liu Zhenhan pinched his fingers.

"Less than a month ago." Ning Yu responded, twirling her quill pen in her hand.

"Good thing it only took me five days to visit Mount Tamerlarya. If I’d returned a bit later, the consequences could have been unforeseeable." Liu Zhenhan’s gaze lowered.

"Those Beamon knights..." the little fox seemed to realize something, squinting, her long beautiful eyelashes trembling slightly.

"I know who it was." Avril’s face turned sour. Although she had no concrete evidence, her fiery temper urged her to blurt out the name.

"Wei’er, don’t say who it was, it would ruin the fun." Liu Zhenhan laughed it off.

Compared to the girls’ worry, Liu Zhenhan acted as if nothing had happened.

He developed a great interest in the lives of the bear goblins, continuing to ask questions about the details, such as what they ate, what they wore, where they got their weapons from, he asked about everything in great detail.

The sources of the goblins’ food were diverse and to everyone’s amazement, they seemed to eat almost everything. From grabbing carrion from vultures to fighting rabbits for roots, they widened their eating scope even more than the Hobbit Halflings. They liked to bathe in mud and would not take off their armor for life, except when better equipment was acquired or after death when others stripped their rotten worn armors. The best weapons they had were bronze weapons dug from the wilderness, relics from the era of the god-demon war, and occasionally they gained weak weapons from other sources.

"So do you eat the dead?" Liu Zhenhan interposed with a question everyone wanted to know but found disgusting: "I mean the bodies of your comrades, or Beamon people and humans."