Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 318 - 65: The Huge Mineral Deposit Without Veins_3

Chapter 318: Chapter 65: The Huge Mineral Deposit Without Veins_3

"Tell me truthfully, what exactly are you here for? Are you simply here to repay a debt of gratitude to your elders? There is no other special purpose?" Liu Zhenhan squinted his eyes at the Fairy Dragon.

"There is no other agenda, other than providing assistance to the descendant of Master Goblin, who we Fairy Dragons greatly admired in the past, to prevent his further downfall." The Fairy Dragon said sharply, "Not everyone is always seeking to take and to receive in return, such a despicable behavior does not belong to us Fairy Dragons."

"Then how long have you been here?" Liu Zhenhan considered that level of sarcasm to be a waste of breath.

"One hundred years," The Fairy Dragon replied lightly, "But every year I don’t stay here for very long."

"Only dragons with their long lifespans can waste time like this," Liu Zhenhan sneered.

"If Beamon aren’t wasting their lives, then why have they been stuck in the Donau Wasteland for a thousand years? Your ancestral lands are in the heart of the distant Aegean Continent, ah, the vast plains of Kalimdo were once your home! The exit to the Underground World from the lava of the Kalimdo Plain is still there, isn’t it? After all, didn’t a tribe of Buer rhinoceros-men and a tribe of Disgu harpies escape to the Underground World? Why won’t you go and rescue them, help them escape from those dark caves and let them see the light again?" The Fairy Dragon retorted sharply.

With that said, even Hellen and Cui Beixi, who usually had good temper, couldn’t keep calm anymore.

The biggest regret of the Beamon Beastmen is that their homeland in the Aegean Continent was forcibly taken away by humans after the Battle of Heigar a thousand years ago. Now, after a thousand years of reproduction, the human population is hundreds of times that of the Beamon. There are dozens of small and large human states, each with a higher technological base than the Bimon Kingdom. With what can the Beamon Beastmen counterattack their homeland? War is all about logistical support, and it’s all about money and the blood of soldiers. A local war is not a problem, but if they want to retake the Kalimdo Plain, it would be very difficult to achieve this purpose even if there were ten more Dragon sacrificers in Beamon.

"This dragon is quite annoying," Hellen muttered quietly to her mentor.

Cui Beixi nodded in agreement and whispered, "Annoying indeed, but she has told us many things we didn’t know. We previously thought that the Boer Tribe had been wiped out, but it turns out there’s a tribe of Harpies that have escaped to the Underground World, and a tribe of Buer Rhinoceros-Men. Make a record of these things, and we should report them to the temple later."

Gortani stared angrily at the Fairy Dragon, wanting to refute it but having nothing to say. After a while, she managed to say, "What are you proud of? My grandfather was the hereditary overlord of the Boer tribe, and we, the Bird Clan of Beamon, will never sit idly by while the Harpies wander in the dark Underground. I will definitely rescue them!"

"Beautiful swan lady, I’m afraid you might not return once you set foot in a human nation. The lust of humans is even more infamous than that of the Piegel race," the Fairy Dragon giggled.

"Stop this nonsense! I knew it! You’re just trying to cause trouble! Speak! What have you done in the Goblin Tribe on Razor Mountain in the last hundred years? Tell me everything, and don’t let me resort to embarrassing a noble Dragon."

"Only the Goblin King knows of my true identity. In Razor Mountain, my external identity is the military advisor to the Goblin King, and the Goblins respect me. Goblins are not as despicable as you imagine. Under my guidance in the past hundred years, the Goblins of Razor Mountain have ceased their plundering ways. The mountain paths around Razor Mountain, leading to Mount Tamerlarya, are traversed each year by herds of deer and reindeer for reproduction. The Goblins on Razor Mountain only need to hunt a certain number of deer and pick pine cones in the pine forest to meet their needs," the Fairy Dragon said seriously.

"What about the Dwarf Tribe on the Hills about three or four decades ago? I remember that it wasn’t anyone else, but you Goblins from Razor Mountain, who initiated the expulsion of the Dwarf Tribe!" the Anudulan Elder, who somehow slipped in, casually mentioned.

"What kind of creatures does this Beamon Overlord have under his command?" The Fairy Dragon looked curiously between the Damai elder and Liu Zhenhan.

"Answer the elder’s question, don’t dodge it," Liu Zhenhan said.

"That incident was because of me. That Dwarf Tribe wasn’t the Hill Dwarves as you call them; they’re authentic Valley Dwarves," the Fairy Dragon sighed.

"Valley Dwarves? You mean the Ancient Power Dwarves, right?" The Andulan Elder blushed a bit; Dwarves looked similar and it was quite hard to distinguish between them by appearance.

"Without the Ancient Power Dwarves, there would be no Ancient Power Fireguns. That Dwarf Tribe originally lived on the other side of the Bering Mountains. My intent was to have them come here and merge with the Razor Mountain Goblins. I wanted to make use of the forging technology of the Ancient Power Dwarves to attempt to remake the Ancient Power Firegun. This way, they and the Goblins of Razor Mountain could protect themselves and not be bullied by others," the Fairy Dragon sighed. "Who would have guessed that when this Ancient Power Dwarf Tribe came here and saw the abundant mines, they sweet-talked me into handing over the copper foil engraved with weapon designs. Counting on their large number and the fact that I lacked offensive magic, they tried to monopolize these powerful weapons. So, in a fit of anger, I had His Majesty Deko II summon the bandits from the wasteland and we drove them out."