Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 386 - 84 Men are like mountains in the jadeite cold, women are like water in the jadeite cold_2

Chapter 386: Chapter 84 Men are like mountains in the jadeite cold, women are like water in the jadeite cold_2

The twenty-blade high step passageway had become a true death tunnel, the melted armor of a platoon of heavy scythe-wielders coated the steps in a layer of silvery iron liquid.

"How can this be? How can this be?" The Fairy Dragon Daisy hovering at the top of the Red Earth Highland was completely stunned by the scene before her.

The resounding chorus of "My Home is on the Red Soil Slope" sung by thousands answered the Fairy Dragon’s question, echoing over the wilderness for a long time.

From a time no one could recall, all Feilengcui citizens, including the slaves, had taken to expressing their emotions through song, much like the Overlord himself.

The Beamon-translated version of "My Home is on the Red Soil Slope" lacked the power of a war song, but the impassioned vocals held a longing for their homeland. For this belief, the citizens of Feilengcui could brave any threat.

The unyielding belief incited by this song was no less compelling than the infectious power of a war song.

The prisoners of war were escorted from the cellar into the cave dwellings, all the spoils of war were hoisted into the storage caves.

The POWs were stunned. Many, disbelieving, fixated on the Red Earth Highland. Many, after being herded into the caves, frantically scraped at the walls. The solid, rock-hard red earth walls filled their hearts with awe.

Even Otigha, the master who wielded the magic, had never dreamed of such an outcome, and he was completely slack-jawed.

Count Totti, lying on a stretcher under solitary guard, had several broken ribs and was anxiously awaiting a fate.

The Feilengcui Lord, having seen no sign of large-scale human military movement on the border today, must wait for the return of the Fair Serpent Teacher tomorrow before knowing his fate.

Feilengcui was once again as it used to be, except the Red Earth Highland was more robust.

A team of Hippo poets and Elder Boji, the Mammoth Clan chieftain, had returned from Razor Mountain.

The Fairy Dragon had been perplexed as to why only half the forty-eight strong Hippo warriors had appeared in the Ice River battle. Now, things became clear.

It turned out that under his seemingly rough exterior, the Overlord Piegel had been cautious about the goblins on Razor Mountain since the beginning of the conflict. Half the Hippo poets and the Mammoth Clan’s old, weak, women, and children, along with twelve Tauren blacksmiths on Razor Mountain, meant the goblins would think twice before acting rashly.

"What a sly Pigeon," Daisy the Fairy Dragon sighed in secret.

Standing atop the ground dozens of blades high, many sharp-eyed Feilengcui citizens had noticed a strange phenomenon in the distant bamboo forest.

The bamboo was flowering.

Patches of light yellow and jade white flowers were mixed into all the Buddha belly bamboo forest, the bamboo forest nearest to the Red Earth Highland that spanned almost three to four hundred acres on either side was already flowering, its plentiful clusters gathered together.

On flat ground, these unusual colors hidden by the wilted bamboo were not easily noticed. Now, standing atop this high place, the distinct patches of color were especially striking.

Gude, holding a cluster of light yellow bamboo flowers, stomped into the boss’s cave dwelling, just as the boss and several beauties were huddled around a pair of Eagle Eye Telescopic Glasses, looking out at the distant bamboo forest.

"Boss... boss... Something terrible has happened! Bamboo leaves are falling like rain in the bamboo forest! The bamboo is flowering! The bamboo can actually flower..." Gude, sticking his big butt up in the air, vigorously shook the bamboo flower he was holding in front of the Eagle Eye Telescopic Glass.

"I saw it yesterday, didn’t expect that in just one day and night it’s spread even wider," Liu shook his eagle eye glass and grinned at Gude: "Using the Eagle Eye Telescopic Glass really helps me observe life from a distance."

"Sir! How can bamboo flower? Bamboo should propagate by sprouting new shoots from their root system! No one knows more about bamboo than us, the Pan! I heard from my tribe elders in the Chesang Continent that bamboo flowering is a bad omen! All the bamboo will die!" The fearless Gude, thinking of the bamboo dying, started sweating profusely.

"Nonsense!" Liu interrupted Pan’s alarmist talk: "Plants also have sensibilities. Bamboo flowering is due to a drastic climate change caused by a cataclysmic magic, which stimulated these bamboos. Added to this was the mad digging of the guinea pigs, which induced bamboo flowering. However, you are right about one thing, bamboo leaves will fall off within two to three days after flowering, and then they will die in swathes. But the ear of the bamboo flower will produce bamboo grains. These grains can be eaten or planted underground, and next year we’ll have a new bamboo forest. Don’t just make things up when you don’t understand. I have had this experience before."

"Edible? What exactly is this bamboo grain?" The beautiful women all stared at Liu.

"After the bamboo flowers wilt, the seeds in the flower spikes become bamboo grains. The bamboo flowers will wilt within two to three days, and then you can harvest bamboo grains. There is no other crop that can be harvested in such a short time," Liu explained.

"Really, is it that exaggerated?" The beauties looked at each other, slightly incredulous.

"Why was I so confident last night? When I said that I would handle the food problem, it wasn’t because I had thought of a solution. While playing with the Eagle Eye Telescopic glass last night, I accidentally discovered that the distant bamboo was flowering. Because bamboo flowering is a large-scale phenomenon, it cannot occur in just one or two stalks. Today, as expected, it has spread in large patches. So yesterday, I just played up the mystery. Our food problems will be solved by the bamboo grains that these four to five hundred acres of bamboo will yield after flowering," Liu confidently hugged Helen around the waist while laughing.