Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 329 - 69 The Cold Water of the Fairy Dragon_1

Chapter 329: Chapter 69 The Cold Water of the Fairy Dragon_1

"Indeed, it’s not a Magical Beast, just an ordinary large bird with sharp teeth and claws." Gortani nodded, "I have to admit, my father and you, my lord, held the same point of view back then. They abandoned the use of powerful flying magical beasts and switched to ordinary giant birds to carry the Air Knights. Under my father’s command, there were ten of the best elven archers whose bodies were extremely light. One of them had even achieved the level of ’Divine Blade Archer’."

Wow! Liu Zhenhan stuck out his tongue, and a gasp of surprise echoed around him.

Elves are known for their arrogance. What made these proud elven Divine Archers willingly follow Lord Mourinho? That’s too incredible, isn’t it?

Moreover, one of the elves had reached the level of "Divine Blade Archer," a title equivalent to the "Divine Archer Zheqin" among the Beamons. This title is the highest honor of the elven archers, known for producing Divine Archers. A Divine Blade Archer no longer uses ordinary arrows but utilizes the "Moon Blade," a tri-edged hidden weapon. Once shot from the bowstring, it can change its trajectory in the air and inflict significant damage.

"Don’t be surprised. Most of the followers under my father’s command were not Bimon warriors, but companions he made during his travels across the continent. There were human mages and knights, dwarf soldiers, and elven archers. My Silver Sky Dou Qi was learned from one of my father’s followers, Mr. Lampard, one of the top ten sword saints on the Aegean Continent," Gortani casually explained.

Oh... Another round of awestruck voices echoed.

Although they didn’t know the level of human Sword Saints, they presumed they must be much more formidable than the Blade Saints of the Green Party.

"Lord Mourinho truly seems like a legendary hero straight out of a knight novel," Liu Zhenhan sighed in astonishment. The grand master had a handsome face, abundant wealth, noble status, a Phoenix magical pet comparable to a giant dragon, and followers from various races. I’m not only ugly but also lack power and influence. The followers I managed to gather are all Beamons, including prisoners, slaves, sailors, monks, and a group of culture-loving musicians. Despite finally obtaining a dragon pet, it cursed itself before dying. The situation is even more ridiculous now. Guoguo and I are life entities bound together, and the Fairy Dragon pet that I worked so hard to tame is constantly despising me and causing trouble.

I’m really more pitiful than Beamons. It’s so unfair. Liu Zhenhan thought to himself.

Helen, Ning Yu, and Avril also nodded intensely. Recently, they were engrossed in the knight novels Cui Beixi had brought back from Witherspoon when sending the Monk Corps. Avril couldn’t read the Beamon language, so Ning Yu and Helen took turns reading to her. The stories about handsome princes riding on white horses, slaying evil dragons, and rescuing beautiful princesses made her blood boil with excitement.

"Continue, I want to know why Lord Mourinho did not succeed," Liu Zhenhan interrupted the love-struck girls.

"The Griffin couldn’t bear the weight of the Centaur Archers from the Haus Tribe. Elves, on the other hand, weren’t a problem. Our Swan Tribe has the natural advantage of the Sky Banning Song when capturing Griffins, but we really couldn’t make a Centaur Archer weighing over two hundred pounds slim down. So, in the end, my father only formed a small squad of ten elven archers mounted on Griffins. The problem is that other Beamon warriors who use long-range firepower were just too heavy. Gude, what’s your weight?" Gortani looked at General Pan and asked.

"I’m much lighter than Korina, I’m only around five hundred pounds. If I lose more weight, I won’t be able to throw a prism spear," General Pan responded somewhat embarrassedly.

"Obischillaci! Don’t drag me into this!" Mammoth knight Korina was furious. Are you kidding? You want a man weighing over a thousand pounds to ride a bird—What bird could handle that?

"The Musketeers weigh a maximum of a hundred pounds, maybe even less. They are slim, which makes them particularly suitable as air force candidates. Plus, they can use slingshots," Liu Zhenhan pointed out.

Gortani and Cui Beixi’s faces lit up in sudden understanding.

"Training an archer indeed requires talent, but it takes more time. I’ve seen Musketeers killing larks with slingshots, and they are indeed very accurate. They live up to their name as ’shooting’ archers, but it’s a pity that slingshots can only shoot stones. Using stones in war would be laughable to the enemy. If they use ’Moradin’s Fury,’ it might be worth a try. However, we only have about one hundred ’Moradin’s Fury.’ I see you’ve selected forty young and strong Musketeers, so evenly distributed, each would only have three," the Fairy Dragon scorned, "My dear Lord Piegel, I don’t know why you transplanted the oldest ’Gold-pointing Mulberry’ to Feli Chui, but if you want your Musketeer followers to have enough ammunition, maybe you can accomplish it in another forty years."

"Given the current state of alchemy, there’s no possibility of successfully making the Ancient Power Fire Gun. On the other hand, the slingshots’ range used by the Musketeers isn’t far. Each alternative has its own irreconcilable drawbacks. I destroyed the Fire Gun blueprints not because of my arrogance but because I found another shortcut," Liu Zhenhan sneered at the Fairy Dragon with a condescending gaze.

"What shortcut?" The beautiful snake tutor asked in a serious tone.

His disciple often had innovative ideas, and she hoped this time wouldn’t disappoint.

"Tutor, I’ll answer your question later. I want to give you all a lesson first. Can anyone tell me: What is a genuine attack?" Liu Zhenhan responded with his own question.