Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 299 - 59: Venturing Alone Into The Dragon’s Den_3

Chapter 299: Chapter 59: Venturing Alone Into The Dragon’s Den_3

"Enough!" Liu Zhen shook his hand to stop the kneeling musketeer, patted his shoulder and said, "When we get to Razor Mountain, find some time to test the sling shot with these copper bullets."

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The mountain dances like a silver snake, teeming with wax elephants.

To the left is the frozen Sanggan River, to the right is a dense pine forest revealing spots of green within its snowy-white attire. The hundred-blade high Razor Mountain stands alone in the eye-catching snowstorm.

Backed by the towering Mount Tamerlarya, Razor Mountain serves as a prominent landmark in the wilderness.

This massive wasteland, also composed of red soil, is a divine gift to the goblins. The cliffs around the mountain appear as if cut by axes and knives, steep and vertical. The fifty-yard-wide mountain road, sloping like a rainbow from the top, is wide and flat at a forty-five-degree angle.

Liu Zhen shook off his coat covered in snow as he stared at the fence made of wooden stakes and copper-nailed doors at the top of the mountain.

The walls of the fence and the tall towers were covered in a layer of dazzling white snow, with sentinels patrolling.

The horn sounded with a mournful note.

Large troops of Beamon fighters rolled in on the snow, obviously not here for leisurely poetry or paintings. On Razor Mountain, the defenses showed rows of flashing gray eyes full of hostility.

"How wonderful it would be if I could summon my Golden Figures indefinitely!" Liu Zhen sighed longingly as he looked at the steep mountain path.

"What should we do?" Vieri wiped the frost off his eyebrows, looked at the defenses on Razor Mountain, then looked back at his boss.

"If you were defending here, how would you deal with your enemies?" Liu Zhen asked him.

"I would use logs and rolling stones, and coordinate the fight with archers in the towers. If I had a cavalry unit, I could launch a counter-charge at the right time. With enough logs and stones, even a hundred-man squad could hold off the attack of two legions for at least a day," replied Vieri.

Unfortunately, there are only a thousand adult goblin fighters left, plus perhaps another seven or eight thousand elderly, weak, women, and children. We basically have the best warriors of all FeiLengCui, but there are only two hundred and fifty of us," Liu Zhen said with a bitter smile.

"I haven’t finished talking," said Vieri. "If I were to defend this kind of terrain against FeiLengCui fighters led by you, even if I had a legion with me, I wouldn’t have any confidence at all."

"Then what are we waiting for? Damn the Goblins, who cares about rolling stones and logs? The logs we bench press are definitely heavier than their logs, and our dumbbells are definitely heavier than their rolling stones," Gude said.

"If we have the conditions to go up, we will go. If not, we militiamen will create them!" said Bellamy and General Pan, who were as close as brothers, proudly.

"I think we should take it by strategy," said O’Neal, the hippo poet, offering a differing opinion.

"Take Razor Mountain by strategy?" Liu Zhen burst into laughter. "How? There’s no way to get up there. Razor Mountain is only composed of red soil, which is far from solid enough for climbing. Based on your weight, most of you will end up half-dead from falling."

Guoguo, perched on Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder, flapped her little arms in the air, mimicking flight.

"Obischillaci, I’m not a dragon priest, how am I supposed to fly?" Liu Zhen laughed.

"How good it would be if the boss had a dragon as a pet." Every militiaman secretly sighed. Though Guoguo was good, she was just too small.

"There’s something I forgot to tell you." Liu Zhen said menacingly, "Actually, I never really planned on taking Razor Mountain today, I just planned to make a feint. All I wanted to see was how many Dwarf Muskets these goblins have."

"What if the opponent has the Ancient Power Fire Gun? How do we face that?" O’Neal blinked his wide eyes in question.

"It all depends on the quantity," said Liu Zhen. "My estimate is that the Ancient Power Dwarf Muskets passed down to this day wouldn’t be much. Hopefully, it’s as I imagine, otherwise, if the goblins have mastered the tech to create Ancient Power Muskets, the only option for us would be to flee."

The militiamen suddenly felt the boss had become timid, which was not his usual style.

"Help me with my armor, I want to charge and try it out, just me alone." Liu Zhenhan squinted his eyes, staring intensely at the goblins on Razor Mountain through the heavy snowstorm.

He put on three layers of armor - a rattan armor on the inside, a copper armor stripped from an earth badger in the middle, and finally the heavy armor of a cave giant bear on the outside. All under a massive bronze helmet with bull horns.

The militiamen looked at their boss who now looked like a mini version of a Golden Figure.

"Forget about Ancient Power Dwarf Muskets, even a dragon wouldn’t be able to hurt the boss." O’Neal was itching to write another poem. Just these three layers of armor alone weighed at least one thousand five hundred pounds, coupled with a Wolf Fang Club of over a thousand pounds. Considering the cheerful and agile way the boss was moving around, it left even the mammoth strongman astonished.

Seeing the boss’ powerful muscles robust enough to only leave a few fine lines when hit by copper bullets, everyone was slightly terrified.

What was even more astonishing was that the boss had actually entered a state of self-initiated Berserk. Vieri was taken aback - seeing a Beamon use self-initiated Berserk as casually as eating was a first for him.