Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 276 - 53 - Well-trained Robber_1

Chapter 276: Chapter 53 - Well-trained Robber_1

"Master!" A skunk sentinel of the Kunk tribe slid down the vine at the top of the hill, breathlessly shouting, "Forty miles to the west in the hills, a large army is heading our way! By the God of War, there are as many of them as a migrating herd of wild buffalo."

Cui Beixi’s face immediately turned grim.

"Damn! The goblin bandits from Razor Mountain are finally here!" Old Liu, with a cigar in his mouth, loudly called for the nearby militia to arm themselves in battle armor.

The mournful sound of the snail horn stirred the whole of Feilengcui into action.

All the slaves digging the moat were called back.

Evacuation and pre-battle preparations were proceeding in an orderly manner.

The Hedgehog people of the Seaditch Rainbow Tribe were preparing their spikes, and the Skunks of the Kunk Tribe were also preparing pebbles and slings. In Feilengcui’s battle formation, they served as long-range fire support. This was only because there were no professional archers in Feilengcui, as Vieri had said, it was lucky that they were only fighting bandits.

Confiscated human weapons were distributed among the militia, and the rest were given to the Bear Goblin slaves and the ogre slaves. None of the slaves had ever used such shiny weapons before, they were clumsy in their hands.

The Pandas cut down bamboo stalks, chopped the ends into slanting points, and made them into makeshift javelins.

Witch Doctor Nochadamas was the busiest one, as the amount of poison he was able to make never met the actual demand of Feilengcui. Nochadamas had a brainwave, he used the blood of the magical beasts stolen by the overlord as a substitute. All this magical beast blood was more or less poisonous anyway.

Predictably, the overlord didn’t give him any trouble this time.

Over a hundred Musketeers, as if by magic, pulled out self-made cowhide slingshots filled with pebbles found on the riverbed. However, Liu Zhenhan shooed them away when they wanted to contribute.

"All of you go back to your caves to recuperate. What are you doing bringing a child’s plaything?! Get lost!" Liu Zhenhan said.

Cui Beixi curl her lip while pointing to the rows of wooden cylinders strapped to Liu Zhenhan’s leopard skin shoulder pads and looking at Helen.

Helen was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh.

The dry wind brought a swirl of dust.

The militiamen and the slaves all hunkered down quietly in the bamboo forest. Some did not even dare to breathe while others appeared indifferent.

Only Liu Zhenhan stood alone at the entrance, flanked by two massive tortoise shells. On his shoulder perched Guoguo, who was beating on a bamboo board; at his feet lay the piglet Katusha, ignoring the ants proudly carrying a dead insect past in front of her.

The Feilengcui Beauties, slightly anxious, stood behind their lord and remained outside the green barrier with the lonely figure.

One after another, Kunk sentinels nervously reported from atop the Red Earth Highland, and clumsy hedgehog couriers relayed the messages to their lord.

The uneven hills obstructed their view, Liu Zhenhan lay flat on a tortoise shell.

"The army has set up camp twenty miles out; a few knights are making their way towards us," was the last message relayed to Liu Zhenhan.

"Knights?" Liu Zhenhan’s expression turned comical. Since when did bandits have knights? Could it be that the White Crow Wildman Tribe had sought the help of human bandits?

Waiting was a tedious affair. Liu Zhenhan had nearly strained his neck when horses finally appeared on the undulating hills in the distance. A thin flag fluttered in the cold wind.

The party consisted of four persons, all riding the endemic dwarf horses of the wasteland, slowly coming into Liu Zhenhan’s view.

The dwarf horses were covered in messy long hair, and the knights, it seems, had forgone saddles and sat bare-assed on their backs. The knights had faces covered in sparse curly beards, through which they could clearly see their gray skin that had spots like mold.

Their short, plump figures carried cunning in their muddy-colored eyes. Each knight wore a simple armor made of animal tendons and aged copper plates.

In their hands, each knight held a bronze long spear covered in green embroidery, their bodies wafting a nauseating stench. It was a disgusting smell that seemed to conglomerate all the filth in the world, just a sniff would make it creep greasily from your nostrils into your brain.

Since when did the Goblin Bandits start playing knights? Liu Zhenhan doubted his own eyes.

The smell was the calling card of a goblin. No creature on the entire continent could produce such an indescribable stench, not even the cockroaches in the sewer.

These goblin bandits carried themselves with utmost pride, starkly resembling the human knights Liu Zhenhan had heard about from the Hippo Poet. At least in facial expressions, they had fully adopted the knight’s peculiar arrogance.

Noting the dumbfounded Piegel observing them, one of the knights, who seemed to be the leader, slowly urged his mount forward and nodded respectfully towards the Feilengcui Overlord.

"Gnome?" Ning Yu and Avril were shocked.

Cui Beixi and Helen were also taken aback, but Gortani maintained her icy demeanor.

"Honored ladies, my name is Emre, an honorable knight of the Gnome Kingdom." The gnome knight corrected the ladies. He wore a DIY armor, his breastplate seemed to be a broken, round copper shield with dents and cracks still visible from a heavy hammer blow. He carried a flag in his hand which bore a design of a razor and an enraged bear-like monster, drawn on a piece of grey linen.