Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 411 - 90: Screaming Reaper_2

Chapter 411: Chapter 90: Screaming Reaper_2

Ruona had recently become obsessed with Mahjong and, alongside Gortani, they were deemed the two top Mahjong players of Feilengcui. With just a few days of playing, the delicate posture of their jade fingers when dealing tiles was already incomparable, as they were able to call eight or nine out of ten tiles accurately.

Back in the day, Old Liu and his elder brother were proclaimed the gambling kings of the two mountains at Cat Ear Cave. Beating these young ladies with his eyes closed was nothing to him. However, his nature was always to confuse his opponent, so for the first few days, he kept losing and even clamored about some idealist theories about how to play the game properly.

Today, Old Liu finally let loose and wreaked havoc on the three beauties, causing them screams of despair. Daisy and Ruona, although from the Dragon Clan, were runaway teenagers with little to no assets. Not only did they cough up the gold coins they had won over the past few days, but they also put up all the cash they had. If they continued to lose, they would soon be pawning off the jade-faced rings on their fingers. Gortani might be from a famous family, but even she couldn’t withstand Old Liu’s continuous, merciless losing streak. Thanks to Katusha occasionally stealing a bag of gold coins and quietly giving it to Gortani, the swan lady knight might have been losing money rapidly, but it only seemed to spur her on.

The sound made by the war horses of two thousand Light Cavalry and five hundred Berserkers of Tel Aviv was like drumbeats. When they got to about ten miles from Feilengcui, it was clear enough to clearly make out. In response to the huge turn of events, the Scepter Shamans and the Holy Temple Knights calmly took the steps to the corridor. They held onto the slope of the second layer of the kiln cave, pulling out their weapons and instruments. Some of the Hao tribe’s archers, followers of the Shamans, quickly climbed onto the platforms, taking control of the high ground of the third layer of the kiln cave.

"Obischillaci! Everything’s in place, we just need the east wind!" Only the boisterous shouting of the Feilengcui Lord on Red Earth Square could be heard distinctly.

"He needs an East Wind for a Thirteen Orphans hand," Daisy grudgingly reminded Gortani and Ruona.

As a result, Gortani played a Blank tile and Liu was astonished when he had won yet again.

"All’s fair in war," Liu teased Daisy, pulling at his eyebrows.

The Scepter Shamans looked at the rolling dust about seven or eight miles away, then back at the dispirited lord of Feilengcui. They didn’t know what to say.

Meanwhile, the other Beamon warriors of Feilengcui were still playing cards or bragging in the winter sun, making the Wolf Riders feel awkward after they stood up and looked at Rovi, unsure whether to sit back down or head to the second layer of Kiln Cave.

The human cavalry drew nearer. After all the bamboo groves were cut down, they could see clearly that the two thousand five hundred cavalry riders and horses galloped across the wasteland. Even the trained wolves sitting on the side of the road lifted their heads and stared into the distance, their blood-red tongues hanging out.

The sound of Mahjong pieces being shuffled could still be heard, but now the faces of the Feilengcui warriors also held a murderous intent.

Unlike the solemn Scepter Shamans with their icy killing intent, the Feilengcui warriors shuffling the Mahjong tiles had a more enchanting and lethal aura.

Upon comparison, the Scepter Shamans felt they had already lost to the rustic locals of Feilengcui in matters of grace.

The hired mercenaries of the tornado stopped their horses one mile away.

Captain Gatuso’s main task to the two squadrons of cavalry was to keep an eye on the enemy. If any of the Feilengcui tried to escape, the light cavalry were to bite down like a leopard dog and not let go. If the enemy chose to defend, the leading light cavalry would patrol around Feilengcui, intercepting scouts and waiting for reinforcements to arrive. If the enemy’s troops were aggressive, the light cavalry had no problem escaping.

Because of the participation of five hundred Berserkers, Captain Gatuso repeatedly warned the two squadron leaders not to start a fight rashly. The destructive power of Berserkers was just too overwhelming. Without the support of priests, cities where Berserkers had fought would always end up as ruins. And the Danze Family needed the five beauties and one Piegel, not spare parts.

The ten Mahjong tables in Feilengcui and the basking Beamon warriors had completely befuddled the leaders of Tornado’s two cavalry squadrons. These Beamon could clearly see the human figures, so why did they keep to themselves in the big Red Earth Square? They made no effort to hide, nor to attack, it was as if they hadn’t seen them at all.

Why is that? The two leaders of the cavalry squadrons looked at each other.

The Tornado cavalry needed to figure out why this was happening, but the Berserkers did not. In their eyes, this was a challenge to battle!

Upon the leader’s furious roar, all Berserkers jumped off the multi-footed giant horses. They are warriors of foot combat, not cavalry. They only ride the giant horses to reach the battlefield quicker.

The two squadron leaders immediately tried to stop the Berserker’s leader’s action. The big-voiced Berserker leader roared and got into an argument with the two squadron leaders.

Meanwhile, the Mahjong in Feilengcui continued while the Scepter Shamans grew increasingly tense.

This was beyond anyone’s expectation! It was actually the Berserkers of Tel Aviv! And five hundred of them! These men, riding giant horses, covered in bear skin, and bearing battle axes were instantly recognized by the Scepter Shamans as Berserkers as soon as they appeared in view.

When King Grecke Sar was young, during his ventures, he acquainted ten Berserkers of Tel Aviv. Currently, these ten Berserkers all serve as instructors in Beamon King’s Imperial Guard "Whip of the War God". Everyone in Beamon knows not to underestimate the Berserkers, whether they learned it from the conclusion of the battle of Heigar a thousand years ago or by observing the abilities of the current Berserker instructors.