Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 343 - 74 The Tactician Who Goes With The Flow_1

Chapter 343: Chapter 74 The Tactician Who Goes With The Flow_1

Count Casano’s nightmare horse was indeed a good steed, covering the fifty-mile journey almost in the blink of an eye. The Count finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that no matter how fast the bear-men on their two legs ran, they couldn’t possibly be faster than a horse. Despite not engaging in formal combat, the brave Count still broke out in a cold sweat from the chill running down his spine.

The equipment of those Beamon warriors haunted the noble count like an overdose of ginseng, making him sweat coldly whenever he thought about it. Thankfully, he still had his family’s private army of three thousand people, the great court mage Fran, and two squads of Giant Scythe-Hands. The equipment of the Pompei Heavy Scythe-wielders alone required a whole convoy to transport. The thought of how rich his own resources were finally began to calm the panic-stricken Count.

The crisis was over, and the Count no longer whipped his warhorse to run as he had just now. The intelligent warhorse also began to gradually slow down.

Like every other proud human, the Count was somewhat ashamed. After all, even in the skirmish just now, where even the scouts knew to support each other, he, as the commander, had fled first, which was against the code of the knight.

Fortunately for the Count, after this brief encounter, there was no one left who had seen what he had done, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

As if responding to his worries, a Frost Snow Pichu Beast, riding a Vajra Parrot, once again flew over the horse, turned a corner, and disappeared.

The Count’s pupils froze.

He saw the Frost Snow Pichu, wearing a bear skin hat and a leopard skin loincloth, sticking its red little tongue out at him.

Count Casano rubbed his eyes in disbelief once again, but he found nothing.

Just as the Count was about to make a self-deprecating comment, a giant bird, neither an egret nor an avocet, brushed past his speeding horse.

Like a whirlwind sweeping past, the Count only felt a chill wind seep through the gaps in his chain armor, and his expensive gold Milanese helmet was blown away by the wind. The giant bird stirred up the wild grass and airflow in the sky, heading straight for the clouds.

The Count saw a muscular Beamon on the back of the giant bird, smiling back at him.

"Oh, God!" Count Casano, who never believed in God, broke out in goosebumps and prayed desperately, becoming even more devout than a seasoned priest. At the same time, the inherent stubbornness of humans made him continue to spur his horse forward.

God would not appear, but Liu Zhenhan, wielding his Tiger Head Hook, did appear in front of him.

Count Casano’s nightmare horse was also a very sensible creature. It did its best to avoid this route, but contrary to its wishes, the giant crane circled above it all the time. The wind from the crane’s wings forced the horse to lean to one side, forcing it to keep running along the predetermined route, no matter how hard the Count whipped it.

Count Casano had originally planned to charge at it with his horse, but the sight of those huge Tiger-head hooks in the hand of the Piegel made him abandon his original plan. He had to pull back the reins, and his horse let out an impressive neigh and reared up. The Count’s fingers quietly moved from the reins to the crossbow cylinder on the saddle pommel.

"Honored Mr. Piegel, I am a diplomatic envoy. Could you tell me why you are blocking my way..." The Count tried to show a gentle and aggrieved face, pulled back his boot spurs slightly, and the nightmare horse walked slowly forwards with light steps.

"Put down your weapons, human," Liu Zhenhan said this and first laughed himself, because it sounded a bit strange no matter how he heard it.

"Sir, I am the diplomatic envoy of the Dorott Duchy! I am here to deliver a message from my country!" Seeing that Beamon laugh suddenly, the Count’s spirits were greatly lifted. He began to fully display his camouflage skills, trying to make his words sound as just and unyielding as possible.

All of a sudden, even the wind on the wilderness began to become passionate.

Count Casano did indeed have a royal decree in his bosom, which was genuine and undisputed. With this decree, signed by his uncle and also the chancellor of the Duchy, Capello, he managed to gain the trust of the Beamon border guard with ease, and assassinated the sentinels at close range. After this hunting plan was complete, it would be impossible to know that it was performed by the Shalba Family, creating a perfect guise.

Even though the Shalba family was arrogant, they hadn’t reached the strength where they could challenge the entire Beamon Kingdom.

"Let me see." Liu Zhenhan gestured with his hand.

The Count’s face was full of the glow of a herbivore, and his nightmare horse slowly moved forward.

Only ten yards left to that Beamon. The Count’s smile turned into a grinning one. At this distance, not even the gods would be able to escape the good shot of a repeating crossbow.

Accompanied by the Count’s smirk, all the bolts from the two crossbow cylinders were fired at the Piegel standing there. Every scout carried two repeating crossbow cylinders, each one equivalent to the price of an excellent warhorse. This time, the Shalba family had really splurged.

The deadly poison on these bolts also filled the Count’s smile with self-confidence, but this smile quickly disappeared.

A beautiful mermaid, seemingly emerged straight out of a dream, appeared in mid-air, blocking all the fired bolts with her body. In the moment of contact, the Count actually saw splashes caused by the bolts.