Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 375 - 81 Greed, You Are My Favorite Original Sin_4

Chapter 375: Chapter 81 Greed, You Are My Favorite Original Sin_4

The slave catchers had also begun to use the scavenged bows and arrows to suppress the opponents. However, because they were not professional archers, they were shooting directly instead of using a lobbing technique, causing little damage to the enemy who had plenty of shields. The two leading vine boats were even protected by enormous turtle shells, which served like door panels.

Earl regretted and wished that he had at least one squadron of archers at this moment.

The light cavalry was uneasy, tugging instinctively at the reins of their warhorses, despite no abnormal activity from the animals. They shivered at the thought of plunging into the icy river. Their hands, gripping the lance, felt numb.

It felt like a millennia had passed when the Bimon’s vine boats and rafts stopped about thirty yards from the shore. Even the slow-moving mammoths and velociraptors had halted. They had reached shallow water now, and about a dozen giant beasts were half in water, half in the cold, dry air.

This was a dangerous distance.

The earl and the two mages guessed that this distance was enough for the beautiful sorceress to summon the Komodo War Behemoth and also enough for the Mammoth cavalry to charge. It was also an apt distance to start igniting the reeds.

But the Komodo War Behemoth did not appear. Neither did the Mammoth cavalry, nor the velociraptors rush ashore.

This was simply torture for the human nerves. All small-scale harassment had ceased on both sides. The human forces tightened and then loosened their grip on their weapons, swallowing nervously.

"What are they doing?" wondered the earl, unable to figure out the Biomon warriors’ strategy.

At that moment, all of the Bimons collectively tilted their heads to the sky, and together, began singing a song which sounded like heartrending wail of sorrow.

"A Sanggan River, waves vast and wide, wind blows sedges fragrant on both sides. My house nests on the Red Earth Highland, accompanied by the wailing of north wind and the sight of Mount Tamerlarya. For friends, we have rum to offer, but if it’s humans who venture, they’re welcomed with a sharp spear..."

The song was majestic across hundreds of voices. Sung in widely-spoken human language, the dialects varied, but it did not hinder the human allied forces’ understanding.

"Spear?" The humans were puzzled by this term and began to whisper among themselves.

"The spear is this!" A roar like a thunderclap came from behind their ranks, shaking the ground.

Everyone collectively turned around to see twenty-strong burly Pier bear-men on the ridge about one hundred yards behind the human battle line. Each held two gleaming long spears in their hands; their faces flush with drunkenness. Behind them was the thatched toll booth.

Twenty-two robust Bimon warriors, resembling members of the Rhine lion tribe, stood arrogantly to the left of the bear-men, each holding a copper rod. Also present were forty-five musketeers of the deer tribe, lined up on their ostrich-like mounts to the right-hand side of the bear-men. These musketeers were recognized by many Shalba families.

These Bimon soldiers’ hair and clothing were smeared with notable amounts of red earth. They manifested an air of apathy and confidence.

Human forces were so caught up with the Bimons crossing the river that they failed to spot where this group had popped up from.

"Keep in line! Do not break the formation! If anyone breaks the formation, they will be beheaded!" The earl shouted, using the most forceful tone he could muster. He successfully suppressed a faint commotion among his human forces, where most answered to his commands.

"There are less than one hundred of them, there is no need to worry! All infantry, eyes front! Riders of the Metal Rose, take down these Bimons! A hundred gold coins bounty for each one you take down!" said the earl, putting forth his commands.

The mage masters were observing the vine boats and the mammoth cavalry in the river, as well as glancing back at the Bimon warriors who suddenly appeared. Despite maintaining smiles on their faces, the tightly gripped staffs and magic scroll showed how nervous they were.

The light cavalry of the Metal Rose were about to charge ahead when an unexpected blow threw them into chaos.

The bear-men respectfully made way for seven tall and burly Orephin elephant warriors circled by the stars and the moon, illuminating a tough figure which came into view of the cavalrymen.

What a familiar yet terrifying silhouette it was!

Two hook swords, a Wolf Fang Club slung across his back, powerful and wild muscle, characteristic chest hair, and a 36-ounce gold chain around his neck. A Vajra parrot rested on his shoulder, leisurely preening its feathers. Beside him stood a Frosty Pichu clad in a leopard hide bra and a bear fur hat, and a little piglet wagging its tail. Unbelievably, the Frosty Pichu held two octagonal copper hammers, larger than its body.

Behind this figure stood one Wolf and four members of the Green Party Mantis People, their eyes piercing cold.

The two mage masters’ eyes were dull, mouths wide open, just like singing hippos.

The light cavalry of the Metal Rose would never forget this Bimon! The human forces would never forget him either!

House-flying scimitars! Glittering birdwing crossbows! A flying chopper! Lifting a Woolly Rhinoceros and slamming it down to the ground!

"I am giving you a fair chance, mages and human warriors! I will let you witness firsthand what a real Bimon warrior is!" said the invincible Piegel, "Besides, I am going to etch a phrase into your hearts with your own blood and life!"

A giant Snow Crane flew overhead, accompanied by a trail of shimmering light.

Piegel, the invincible one, was standing arrogantly against the strong wind, his long hair dancing in the wind, his eyes gleaming like a comet streaking across the night sky.

"You are all idiots!" Piegel raised the substantial hook swords in his hands and gave a shout that shook the earth.

The magnificent Vajra sword lighted up the seclusive night in the next moment.

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I have been writing all night. It’s six-thirty now. Time to get up for breakfast, guys.