Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 374 - 81 Greed, You Are My Favorite Original Sin_3

Chapter 374: Chapter 81 Greed, You Are My Favorite Original Sin_3

"Master, should we retreat back to Dorott first?" Master Fran asked cautiously.

"I can’t bear to give up so easily." The Earl shook his head in frustration, gazing across the river, where all he desired was within reach, separated only by the Sanggan River and a group of incredibly dangerous river soldiers.

Beamon warriors across the river roared in cheers, and countless warriors began to climb aboard the vine boats and bamboo rafts once again, preparing to counterattack.

The Earl watched, dazed, as the Beamon warriors began to paddle. It was only then that he realized it was true.

Such a good deal? The Earl rolled his eyes incredulously.

The Earl quickly made an accurate estimate: it was likely that there were only about five or six hundred Beamon warriors, and there weren’t many vine boats and bamboo rafts. The most they could transport across the river at a time was about two to three hundred. The Komodo War Behemoth’s gigantic size made it unsuitable for action in the river. The raptors and mammoths could swim, but the two mages still had abundant magical power and could use fire magic, which the mammoths feared the most. On their side, they still had around one thousand six hundred people, of which one thousand were light cavalry, who could eliminate the Beamon as soon as they landed, plus fifty heavy scythe-wielders and five to six hundred infantrymen.

This ratio made the Earl’s heart pound.

Without the natural defense of the Sanggan River, they were so confident. Is it another conspiracy? The Earl began to calculate the other possibilities quickly.

As if to confirm the Earl’s suspicions, dozens of vine boats appeared out of nowhere on the surface of the river, seated with countless Beamon warriors.

"Damn it! It’s just an illusion! My Lord, what should we do now? Don’t be deceived by this light manipulation magic," said the two mages, who seemed eager for action. Even such learned mages could not escape the human nature of desiring victory.

"Everyone, get ready!" The Earl gritted his teeth: "Line up, get ready for the enemy!"

A slightly unusual "king"-shaped battle formation opened its jaws again on the muddy shore below the river embankment, where the "Emerald Green Toll Station" was located.

Five to six hundred servant soldiers spread out in a horizontal line at the forefront, together with over three hundred Shalba tribe slavers and over one hundred laborers behind them, occupying the widest muddy shore on the northern bank of the Sanggan River. The compact phalanx was made up of heavily armed scythe-wielders, the Earl, and dozens of skilled guards. Even a dozen black slaves were armed and followed closely. Thousands of light cavalry spread out on the flanks behind the Earl. Two mages and their apprentices sat ready on a makeshift platform of bamboo behind the cavalry.

This layered structure, when put bluntly, had a layer of the Earl’s own forces at each level, hinting at a supervisory unit.

Why put the poorly-equipped servant soldiers at the forefront? In addition to their lives being seen as expendable, the arrangement was a deep scheme devised by the Earl and the two mages after thoughtful consideration - this battle was truly a learning experience. After a series of setbacks, the mages were becoming adept at thinking calmly.

Count Totti felt more confident about victory as he surveyed the terrain.

This was really a good place. The mudflat was about a hundred yards from the river bank and beyond the river bank, two hundred yards away, was the burning Red Earth Highland, offering a great view. This mudflat was vast. The part they occupied was a wide open space about forty yards long and nearly two hundred yards wide. It was the only large river mouth. In other places, the river banks were too narrow and steep due to river erosion. Only this place looked like it had taken a blow, with a large collapse forming a natural port.

If these stupid Beamon choose to climb up from the steep riverbank, the cavalry can swiftly rush over and kill each Beamon warrior as they show their heads. The dense reed bush on the mudflat was chopped down by the servant soldiers and stacked at the riverside to set fire to block the mammoth cavalry. The entire mudflat had become as hard as iron due to winter, perfect for a cavalry charge. He had a thousand cavalry! The Earl thought, even if he had to exchange two cavalrymen for each Beamon warrior’s life, it was enough.

Everything was ready, the Earl’s palms were sweating.

The two mages resumed their competition with the two shamans. The magical beasts’ attack magic had a range of two to three hundred yards, so the mages still held some advantages. The mages knew it was impossible to sink a ship before a mermaid and two shamans who could use Alina’s Banishing Song, but they had to try anyway.

The vine boats, real and illusory, merged together. Without the gemstones and magic crystals the mages discovered later, they were nearly helpless against these cunning Beamon warriors.

The distance was about two hundred yards. The swimming raptors began to rage in the river. Master Fran and Master Otigha began to be hit back. The magical beasts’ instant magic was formidable. The two masters symbolically shielded the heavy scythe-wielders a few times before running out of power. The two masters’ arrangement worked as the servant soldiers protected the heavy scythe-wielders and slavers with wooden shields. Wood had a clear effect against the raptors’ Chain Lightning attack – it does not conduct electricity. Although the servant soldiers suffered some losses, the Earl could accept this result.