Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 231 - 36 Swan Tribe Female Knight_1

Chapter 231: Chapter 36 Swan Tribe Female Knight_1

Pride is the right of the Swan Tribe. - Beamon Proverb.

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The appearance of the two beauties suddenly silenced everyone.

Anyone who didn’t know the Feilengcui Lord, couldn’t figure out how a crude Beamon like Richard could be connected with so many beautiful women.

Gude and Bellamy glared at Cheeni, the leader of the Sea Ditch Rainbow Tribe’s hedgehog people. After the recent merriment, even the sentinels that had been on guard had returned to eat and drink, allowing two people to appear in Feilengcui unobstructed.

Cheeni shivered under the stares of the two guards, quickly put down his wine glass, and led a few hedgehog men to stand guard.

"Dear Master Cui Beixi, I didn’t expect you to arrive so quickly! I have been eagerly waiting for you to teach us the war song!" Richard laughed heartily, setting down his stringed instrument.

"Almost got lost, the desolate Red Earth Highland has changed so much, I am wondering if my memory is playing tricks on me." Beautiful lady snake patted Helen in her arms, chuckling at Richard.

"What good timing, let me introduce you to the people of Feilengcui. Tonight is our Feilengcui territory’s first feast for all residents." Richard glanced at the winged girl, her cold armor covering her face; the exposed eyes were incredibly beautiful, yet held such aloofness.

These beautiful eyes swept across the slaves, and when they looked at Richard again, he keenly detected the deep contempt in her eyes.

The people of Feilengcui and the monks all stood up with decorum and saluted this staff shaman draped in a black robe with a dragon emblem on her cuffs.

No matter where they were, the noble shamans would always be the focus of attention.

Under Helen and Ningyu’s teachings, the people of Feilengcui paid great attention to etiquette, and their performances earned Cui Beixi’s approval.

The newly joined hippo poets especially shined, O’Neal, grinning wide, made a poetic toast praising the graceful posture of the snake shaman, winning Cui Beixi’s favor.

Cui Beixi felt that any random Beamon pulled out from here, in terms of manners, looked more like an overlord than Richard.

"The development is not bad, I underestimated your ability, Richard." Cui Beixi calmly praised him slightly, her tone was indifferent.

In fact, Cui Beixi was in turmoil, the development of Feilengcui was hardly just "not bad". To accumulate such a number of citizens in a short time and turn barren land into an oasis had far exceeded her imagination.

While Cui Beixi kept her composure, the temple silver knight following her couldn’t contain her astonishment. When she learned that these monks were the praying mantis blade saint of the Lu Party clan and these hippo poets, she maintained her dignity, only casting an astonished look at Richard with the corner of her eyes. However, when she was introduced to these shaved-headed, braided-bearded, giant elephants as the long-lost Mammoth Clan and the Panta Clan Beamon from the mysterious eastern Silk Continent, it was clear she was startled from her rapid breathing under her helmet.

This discovery made Richard, who had always wanted to catch envy from their eyes, very pleased.

"Did you just say that Helen performed the lost ’Beamon War Dance’ recorded in the ’Ceremonial Code’? Did I hear right?" Richard looked at Helen, then looked at Cui Beixi, a look of anticipation on his face.

Avril had instilled some magic power into the Clamshell Magic Array, the fountain of the goddess gushed into the sky again, and the light from the Night Pearls once again sprinkled over Feilengcui.

"So beautiful, as if in a dream. Only in such a dream could a war dance be born." Cui Beixi couldn’t help but praise.

"Helen is truly worthy of being a ’Natural Evolution’ War Shaman, and the temple’s hopes for you, it seems, are still too conservative." Cui Beixi gently kissed Helen’s forehead: "Helen! In the Ancient Gods and Demons War, outstanding Beamon shamans were ’dual focused in song and dance’, but because of the war, the war dance did not survive to this day. Therefore, only you ’Natural Evolution’ shamans can comprehend this mysterious power. You must practice harder and not let down the favor of the War God."

"I understand, teacher!" Helen mingled closely with her teacher.

"Only ’Natural Evolution’ shamans can comprehend it?" Richard was a bit unhappy, he thought his dancing was also good, his disco butt twist hadn’t yet made its shining debut.

"Richard, don’t even think about it. Except for ’Natural Evolution’ shamans who have a certain probability of understanding the war dance, even the most outstanding natural Soul Singers definitely won’t have this fortune." Cui Beixi bluntly shot down Richard.

"Who says? I am also ’dual focused in song and martial arts’!" Richard laughed heartily, he found that he and Helen were really a natural pair, one was dual focused in song and dance, the other in song and martial arts.

"A shaman practicing martial arts is just a boring joke." The beautiful snake sighed, it seemed that her disciple was really stubborn: "Helen, Richard, you need to strictly remember what I say! The primary practice of shamans is song power! Beamon war songs do not have formation diagrams, so Beamon shamans cannot create magic scrolls with magic formations like human mages, and attain immediate use. You have to diligently practice in war songs, and reduce and make up for this gap."