Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 358 - 77 Fire! Fire! Fire!_4

Chapter 358: Chapter 77 Fire! Fire! Fire!_4

Commander Jennifer’s vision dimmed, she almost fell from her horse.

This Piegel was actually feigning death, he was feigning death! Commander Jennifer felt she was on the verge of a breakdown, this lumpish Piegel knew how to fake death!

She foresaw the name removal of her two middle squadrons of pikemen and two middle squadrons of archers.

The huddled archers and dragon lancers never dreamed that someone would attack from behind. The resounding "Song of Dorott" abruptly ceased. As if a horse’s hoof stepped into the mud, wherever Piegel passed, the flash of the Wolf Fang Club revealed a shower of blood.

Things happened in a flash, so fast. By the time the other mercenaries regained their senses and started to chase after Piegel, he had already rushed up the twenty-blade-high staircase. The last heavy-armored dragon lancer fell to the ground with his skull split open by Piegel’s sword and was surrounded by fallen bodies.

Even more exaggerated was that Piegel dropped his weapon, kicked up a heavy dragon lance that four people could carry together, and roared as he gripped it in his hand, "Kampas!". The thick dragon lance cast a shadow as it nailed a rhinoceros cavalier, along with his mount, into the ground; half of the seven-blade-long lance buried into the ground.

The rhino struggled with its hooves and screamed desperately.

"Kampas!" Piegel roared, ripping off his armor and throwing off his horned helmet, revealing layer after layer.

Such wild muscles, full of explosive power and wild chest hair, gave everyone an illusion that they were facing a wild, giant beast.

All the warhorses were taken aback by the roaring, constantly stepping backward.

"Let me handle this!" Master Fran ripped open a scroll he’d prepared long before. A lengthy spell echoed in the air mixing with a complex elemental power, with different fragrances diffused into the wind from his fingers.

Red smoke suddenly lifted from the area around the cave entrance where the Piegel warrior stood. The six-pointed star pattern on the ground appeared and disappeared from time to time, and a burst of orange flames sprang up into the sky, instantly engulfing Piegel.

In the magic fire, clear laughter and figure of fire spirits could be seen.

This "Wall of Flames" was indeed high-level fire magic and Master Fran couldn’t help but feel pleased.

The magical flames gradually spread up the stairs, and the smell of burning bodies hung in the air.

"This barbaric Orc is truly honoured to die under the superb magic of Master Fran," Count Totti pulled out a gold-threaded handkerchief and elegantly covered his nose.

"Unfortunately, he can’t fake death this time," Master Fran laughed.

As if in response to Master Fran’s words, a bolt of lightning shot out of the flames, aimed at the two mages and the Count. Although its aim was a bit off, the silver light finally swerved past the followers of the two masters and disappeared into the "Metal Rose" mercenary corps, finally flying into the bamboo forest.

After a series of blade cutting "clang" sounds, a neat row of people and a neat row of bamboo fell together simultaneously.

The two mages were frightened, their bodies drenched in cold sweat.

That was a moon blade launched by the Birdwing Crossbow Car, the gust of wind brought by the spinning Serrated Crescent Blade made their legs cramp and their hairs stand on end.

Heavy casualties among the followers of the two masters, the high-speed spinning sharp moon blade, some warriors who were cut open in the abdomen were still crawling on the ground, the two masters looked on bleakly.

Fire spirits in the "Wall of Flames" at the entrance of the cave disappeared, the flames enveloping the surroundings disappeared instantly.

There stood Piegel, like a phoenix, standing intact where the big fire had burned, still smoking and smelling of burnt flesh. On his shoulder, he carried an ancient bronze bird wing crossbow car, a cigar in his mouth, piercing gaze, his robust frame bathed in an almost invisible layer of emerald fire.

"Sacrificial?" Master Fran nearly vomited blood with rage.

Was there a Beamon priest hiding in the cave? Master Fran just wanted to strangle that guy outright.

Only after a Beamon warrior is covered by the gloriole of "Sacrificial" and protected by the fire of the altar’s soul, he could temporarily possess the ability of "absorbing flames", unaffected by fire magic.

If it wasn’t for this meddling priest, how could Piegel possibly stand here, intact under the burning of magical flames, and even sneakily shoot a moon blade, wiping out half of his followers!

How could this discovery not make Master Fran almost suffocate - an expensive magical scroll was wasted and even provided a cover for the opponent’s attack.

Master Fran actually misunderstood Piegel. The range of fire avoidance pearl was only five meters. Considering the massive physique of the Mammoth Powerman, Piegel made Guoguo, who was ready in the cave as backup, hold the "Fire in Winter" - "Sacrificial War Song Scroll", making full use of the "Sacrificial"’s ability to absorb flames to increase safety factor.