Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 226 - 34 The Wind of Culture Blows on the Wasteland_1

Chapter 226: Chapter 34 The Wind of Culture Blows on the Wasteland_1

"Nonsense! I’ve seen the centaurs of the House race! They’re not this sizeable!" Liu Zhenhan carefully examined this group of hefty men, he recalled the lava toothed beast he had been defeated by Guoguo in the temple that left him scrambling to pick up his teeth from the floor, wasn’t the master of that beast, Puyol, the sacrificial leader of the centaurs? During his dealings with the dark elves in the Ink Crystal Canyon, didn’t Vieri the bear-man have centaur divine archers under his command? When compared with these muscular men, those leanly muscular centaurs were like potatoes placed next to a winter melon. If these were to be considered part of the House race, aren’t their size differences quite drastic?

"Damn it! I don’t believe it!" Liu Zhenhan looked at this group of Beamon hefty men with a malicious intent, causing a cold sweat to form on their backs.

"My lord! They are the Hippos, it’s natural for them to be quite bulky!" The elder from Andulan also came over, the hurried pace almost made the already sluggish Damai elder collapse from exhaustion.

"Hippos are also from the House race? Then how many close branches does the House race have?" Liu Zhenhan was stunned.

"The House Clan also includes the Zebra People, the current jailer of the kingdom is a Zebra, who happens to be my uncle’s superior. There’s also a close branch of the House clan, the Horse Clan, who are commission by the kingdom to maintain the peace at the northwest border with the Ostrich Tribe of Autrist Tribe in the Desert Oasis. They are considered subordinate clans to the Pier Race..." Helen softly explained.

"So what if I’m also a noble and I insulted them? Do you think the bear clan overlord would dare to duel me?" Liu Zhenhan raised an eyebrow.

"They can come looking for me." Gude nodded in agreement.

"Find me! General Pan, you’re too heavy-handed. What if you accidentally disable them? That won’t be good!" Korina broke into a hearty laugh while waving her ivory knife.

Upon hearing this, Avril was beaming with laughter and nodded in agreement.

"Stop playfully inciting others, Korina! Not just you, I would worry about medical expenses even if your son Vincent was fighting." Helen scolded with a frown.

"Oh- Saint Mary-" The leader of the Hippo clan clutched his forehead, a helpless expression spread across his face.

"Let me finish." Helen continued to speak to Liu: "Richard, you are aware that the ’Bimon Epic’ is as precious as the ’Ceremonial Code’, right? The ’Bimon Epic’ records all the ordeals that Bimon experienced in much greater detail than the Code. But do you know who wrote it?"

Liu Zhenhan shook his head.

"The ’Bimon Epic’ is also known as the ’Hippo Epic’, so you must know who wrote it now, right?" Helen said.

"They wrote it?" Liu Zhenhan and Avril went almost insane at the thought. These rough, strong, and ugly hippos could write poetry?

"Mother of God-Marie-The lady Fawkes priestess, thank you. Your extensive knowledge has helped us correct our name." The leading Hippo poet nodded soberly towards Helen.

"Hippos are the most famous bards amongst the Bimon! Bards are known as "crowned nobles", who are much loved by the people! Richard, you have to tone down your noble arrogance a bit, even a king has to bear a smile when facing a bard. It’s not about showing off, but rather a form of noble etiquette." Helen’s voice had gradually softened.

"A poet?" Liu Zhenhan merely shook his head, letting out a bitter smile.

"My lord, my name is O’Neal! I represent the Hippo Clan of the Sanggan River. We sincerely apologize for our presumptuous visit..." The leading hippo poet did his best to maintain a romantic temperament.

"Wait a minute!" Liu Zhenhan interrupted the hippo poet O’Neal and turned back to Gude, "General Pan, go, get me a broom."

"What do you need a broom for?" Gude asked.

"I just want to sweep away the goosebumps on the ground," Liu Zhenhan had broke out in prickly heat due to the pretentious civility displayed by the hippo poet.

The hippo poets were left speechless by this overlord who completely lacked any artistic temperament, they all rolled their eyes in sequence.

"What are you guys doing here? The territory of the Pier Race is in the Southern Cross Star Forest in the south, why have you come to the Northeast Province? Have you come to perform?" Liu Zhenhan asked.

"Kampas above! My lord! I won’t allow you to insult our dignified hippo bard! I protest! We are not the lowly "singers" of the human opera house!!" O’Neal’s mouth gaped wide open like a basin, his face filled with a despairing heroic expression.

The other hippo poets were cheering and waving their fists behind him, but they were quickly stopped by the mammoth warriors holding long knives with their cold stares, killing any further intentions of inciting commotion.

"That’s right, Lord Richard." The Damai Andulan elder slowly walked over: "Hippos are the same as the Orphin clan’s elephants. Due to their physical constitution, they need to eat some red soil every year, so they would visit the Red Earth Highland annually, they are also acquainted with the old monk. These poets are all very romantic, their poems are quite tasteful."

The Green Party Mantis also nodded in agreement.

"Is that so..." Liu Zhenhan rubbed his chin.

The Andulan elder quickly gave O’Neal a cue.

"Dear noble and generous Lord of the Red Earth Highland, the red earth on the Red Earth Highland is inexhaustible. Our hippo consumption will not hinder or cause any damage to you..." O’Neal had to swallow his pride and began to kowtow before this lord with an evil aura.