Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 221 - 32: Emerald of the Wasteland_1

Chapter 221: Chapter 32: Emerald of the Wasteland_1

Ogres don’t have two hearts. The tip of the three-edged spears that pandas thrust in and twisted, turned even an iron heart into a mush. So this time the trolls couldn’t miraculously recover and rise again.

The pandas leaped over the bodies on the ground and charged into the circle of battle, twirling their spears. Each panda was like a huge wave, leaving a spray of blood wherever they passed, and the female ogres that were far less powerful than the trolls, were knocked off their feet.

The three-edged Demon Hunter Spear was an invincible weapon. The three bladed spearheads danced in the pandas’ hands, forming a faint silver arc. One strong body after another was either sent flying or pierced so thoroughly it left a fountain of warm blood.

The Mastiff People, with their golden hair and Rhine Tribelike appearances, lacked any hint of the Lionman’s romantic and noble disposition.

The few remaining isolated trolls on both sides were lucky enough to escape being burned by the flames. They were tightly encircled by four or five of them. Before these isolated trolls could come out of their shock from the flames all around them, the Larza Beast hind leg bones swooped down and smashed their heads open.

A weapon’s merit only becomes apparent after it has been tested on the battlefield. Compared to the Demon Hunter Spear, the Larza Beast’s hind leg bones used as weapons were inferior. The weapons in the hands of the Mastiff People broke into two in the first wave of attack. It wasn’t because the troll’s head was too hard; it was because the mastiffs were too strong.

The Doug Tribe of Beamon had a reputation for being cowardly, but everyone also knew how fierce the Doug Tribe’s Mastiff People were. Even a Rhine Tribe lion wouldn’t have the courage to face two Mastiffs charging at once.

The trolls, who had been turned into stumps by the four or five large bone clubs, didn’t have time to come to their senses before the real calamity descended.

Inheriting the Lord’s teachings, the Mastiff People usually practiced unarmed combat. When their weapons broke into two, they charged in unison. Some choked the trolls by their necks, some held onto their arms. They locked down the trolls tightly. Their hands didn’t stay idle, using the broken bone fragments to stab viciously at the trolls’ sides.

Even the most formidable petrified skin had its weak spots. Once the hollow Larza Beast leg bone stabbed into the troll’s body, it was impossible to take it out. A blade without a blood groove, once inside the body, would be held in place by air pressure.

The raging troll tried to struggle from the pain but couldn’t break free. Its arms were deadlocked. The combined power of four or five Mastiffs could easily control even a massive elephant warrior, let alone the Mastiff Warriors, who specialized in joint locks under the strict guidance of Overlord Richard.

The advantages of group combat were clearly evidenced here. The free-handed Mastiffs first broke the troll’s fingers one by one, then stomped on their elbow joints, and finally delivered a flurry of flying knees to the trolls.

Bellamy’s performance was the most eye-catching. With a swift kick, in beautifully executed axe kick, the spurs on his boots dug mercilessly into a troll’s eyes. A painful scream was abruptly cut short as a sharp dagger pierced through the troll’s tongue up from its chin.

Unlike the pandas who killed instantly, the Mastiffs didn’t take the trolls’ lives. Instead, they released the incapacitated trolls.

Bellamy used the dagger in his hand to cut off the knobs of the half-bone clubs stuck thickly in the troll’s ribs. The hollow Larza Beast leg bones forcefully ejected a spray of blue blood.

The trolls, with broken arms and hands, rolled on the ground, groaning. A troll that had lost its hands, although it still possessed strong vitality, already posed as little threat as a plump Larza beast.

A few female ogres tried to come to the rescue, but they were struck down by flying daggers as they approached, their faces glowing faintly green. Female ogres, without petrified skin, had practically no resistance to poison.

After driving away the surrounding female ogres, the unarmed Mastiff People swiftly maneuvered around the back of the ogres who were struggling against the panda warriors. Some ogres sensed a change behind them and had just turned their heads when a wide-mouthed maw bathed their throats in a mist of blood.

Using their mouths to tear was not a combat technique taught by Liu Zhenhan. It was purely natural Mastiff behavior and could be considered an innovation.

Liu Zhenhan, who was watching the battle, felt an itch to join. Just when he was considering demonstrating his Array formation techniques, he looked down and saw Guoguo, holding Katusha and charging with the Wolf Fang Club.

The Bear Goblins that blocked their path were the first to suffer. They were hit with the club one by one, thrown like cut strings on kites. The unlucky ones next were the ogres. The combination of these two little devils was a mix of magic and martial arts. Many ogres felt as if they have been hit by a fast-charging rhino, going black before their eyes, and fell to the ground like a club without even understanding why.

Katusha’s water arrow was not wasted anymore. Under Guoguo’s command, it swept along the ground, hiding its approach before striking each Ogre’s thick leg individually.

The Mastiffs were frustrated. Often, just as they embraced a troll, ready to bite its neck, the troll would suddenly fall, causing them to faceplant with it.