Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 254 - 44 Fisher and Clam_3

Chapter 254: Chapter 44 Fisher and Clam_3

Several sheltered militiamen stared blankly at the dark clouds slowly moving toward the human camp. Although the hippo poet has described magic countless times in his verses, seeing it firsthand revealed how pale and feeble his depictions were.

Magic is a way to change nature, the bigger the magic, the more one feels as if facing nature in front of a mage, invoking a sense of powerlessness and insignificance.

The humans in the camp saw the clouds and heard the dull thunder. They immediately stopped chattering, began reinforcing their tents, anticipating a potential storm.

Occasionally, there were complaints, perhaps because they found rain at this time annoying.

Even before the muted thunder sounded, raindrops as large as beans began falling heavily onto the human camp. The fire pit gurgled under the onslaught and quickly went out, the kettle hanging on it clanged under the impact.

The sentinels who were stationed on the high barren mounds also came down to take felt cloth. It was already winter now, and being soaked in the frosty dew on such a night was no joke.

It was time.

The kneeling Mammoths under the mammoth warriors’ goad all stood upright. Liu Zhenhan raised his Wolf Fang Club, prepared on the barren mound to launch a charge with the Berserk War Song, a startling discovery shut him up.

Just as the sentinels left their posts to take the felt cloth, a group of dark figures suddenly rushed out silently from the barren mound behind the human camp, like a quiet spring, and made for the human camp.

The heavy rain extinguished the fire in the human camp, and the sky was covered tightly by the dark clouds. Even after a long time, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t figure out who had snatched his business.

These infiltrators exploited the darkness and rain, throwing the human camp into chaos almost immediately.

There were too many attackers, charging relentlessly from the other side of the barren mound. Liu Zhenhan couldn’t understand, were those human sentinels blind? So many infiltrators crossing the mound must have been hiding beneath it for a long time. How could they let such a large force attack from under their noses?

Human mercenaries were at a complete disadvantage in the darkness. The sudden attack and pitch-black surroundings left them unable to launch effective counterattacks. Even the renowned rangers and cavalry couldn’t find their warhorses and had no idea who was attacking them.

Superior mercenaries were in chaos, cries and moans all around.

Being the strongest race on the continent, the Priests among the mercenaries played a vital role, Liu Zhenhan saw four white lights accompanied by clear singing immediately shining in the human camp. The faint white light was so eye-catching in the pitch-black night.

It was the "Holy Light Healing"! Several priests were waving their crosses, their bodies filled with a peaceful white halo. At such times, for human mercenaries, whether they needed a healing spell was meaningless, the critical feature of the "Holy Light Healing" was the holy light that could dispel darkness.

Using Holy Light Healing as lighting might seem extravagant, but the effect was immediate. The mercenaries skillfully protected the priests, some blew whistles, expertly leapt onto warhorses speeding by and took the mace hung on the saddle.

Gradually, a large number of mercenaries drew back together, losing thirty to forty men in that wave of attack under the cover of darkness.

A large number of infiltrators surrounded them.

Liu Zhenhan and the Mastiff People stood on the barren hill, watching the scene with great interest, leaving the remaining militiamen in confusion, seeing only a bit of white light and clusters of shadows.

A thousand or so infiltrators surged out from the mountain.

The infiltrators at the front had oily green skin, sharp ears like leaves, long limbs, clothed in grass curtains, brandishing wooden spears. The ones behind them were white-skinned creatures, which sported robust and tall bodies, some had two heads, others one, each of them waving large clubs that reflected the light off their crystal-like surface.

Several odd-looking fellows with feathers and beast bones hung on their necks were chanting weird spells. A red band of light like a star trickled from the tip of their wooden staffs, causing red light to spring from any infiltrators touched by it.

"Damn it! It’s Bloodlust!" Liu Zhenhan jumped in shock.

"Bloodlust" was also present in the Bimon War Song. This high-level shaman spell emerged due to the inadequate healing skills of the Bimon Witch Doctors. Bloodlust allows dying warriors to unleash their final strength, attacking suicidally. It can also drive an uninjured warrior into a semi-berserk state. However, due to the existence of the "Berserk War Song", the usage rate for this spell was never high.

The fact that these bizarre infiltrators could use the "Bloodlust" spell intrigued Liu Zhenhan. Their strange appearance got him wondering about their identities. Fortunately, Helen recently successfully learned "Ronan’s Aria" — "Song of Unknown Item Appraisal". The smart girl knew that Liu Zhenhan envied her academic success, so she helped him store a "Ronan’s Aria" in his exclusive musical instrument — the Sword Dragon Crystal String.

Only the top-tier crystal nucleus of a Hell Black Dragon magic crystal could store a war song, Liu Zhenhan suddenly remembered that he still had the stored "Song of Unknown Item Appraisal", and hastily invoked it with the first note of the Spirit Communication war song.

A dazzling halo flashed through Liu Zhenhan’s eyes.

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Whether Liu Zhenhan is a human or a Bimon is not something I intend to highlight.

As for drawing out the story.....

Some readers said that my two volumes about the sea were drawn out, they complained about why didn’t the characters reach the land yet. When I wrote about the temple, they said I was stalling, claiming they weren’t going through a trial yet. They asked why they were not getting ascended to immortality when I was writing about the trial, and they still accused me of dragging out the story when I wrote about getting ascended.

For those who think I’m dragging the story out, what exactly do you want to read and do you know what I want to write about?

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