Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 430 - 93 - The Age of Miracles_4

Chapter 430: Chapter 93 - The Age of Miracles_4

Guoguo was lying next to its belly, posing in the same way. The parrot, known for its foul language, was having a nap, its neck shrunk in lazily beside them.

Old Liu was modifying the "Double-powder Gourd" nearby, a big group of Musketeers watched curiously on the sidelines.

Initially, Old Liu wanted to dismiss them over concerns for their safety, but none of them were willing to leave.

Starting from when the "Double-powder Gourd" failed to explode, Old Liu had realized where he had gone wrong. His prior experiences on the battlefield left a deep impression on him, and his fixed mindset had constrained his ideas.

"Morading’s Fury" indeed can explode and produce light, but it’s not a bomb. The insides of "Morading’s Fury" are just imbalanced elemental gases. Its explosion is similar to that of a punctured balloon, it could never produce a spark.

Old Liu was too fixated on igniting the gourd through an explosion and overlooked this simple principle. It was such an oversight.

Fortunately, while seizing the supplies of the Shalba family last time, they also obtained four thousand phosphorus rockets. Having witnessed the power of these rockets, it gave Old Liu a good idea to remodel the gourd bombs. The principles behind the phosophorus rockets suit his needs perfectly. The very low ignition point of phosphorus merely requires a few dozen pounds of friction to ignite it, just like striking a match. Hence, Old Liu decided to wrap the torpedo-shaped bombs with a linen cloth filled with arrowheads, carefully secured them in a bamboo basket by the Musketeers, and wrote "Handle with Care" on the outside. These were then moved to the fourth-floor cave to be stored.

Old Liu believed that this gourd could not fail to explode when dropped from a high altitude this time.

Daisy watched Liu closely as he worked, without uttering a word.

"I never knew you were so smart," Daisy praised him after he finally finished his work.

"Of course." Liu responded as if it were obvious.

"I haven’t finished speaking yet, don’t you feel you can be too barbarous at times? Always choosing brute force, why not use your brain a bit?" Daisy went on, "I believe you have the potential to use strategy, rather than just fighting blindly, advocating life-or-death charges."

"Using strategy means you’re afraid," Old Liu responded with a smirk. "I haven’t met an opponent yet who instills fear in me. I find it quite easy to defeat them. Look at those Berserkers, they aren’t as strong as us, their weapons aren’t as good as ours, our swords are longer than their height, and we can also go berserk. Why do we need strategy?"

"That’s because your militia comprises the elite forces from all over Bimon Kingdom! What if your militia was fully made up of the Vassal Clans? You should know that not everyone in Bimon Kingdom is as brave as the Beamons. Weak races like snails and racoons are the most populous!" Daisy raised her volume.

"I am a priest, not a king. I have no intention of competing for world domination. Why bother with such concerns?"

"Battles lead to injuries. Won’t you feel hurt if Fat Luo gets injured?" Daisy asked again.

Old Liu’s expression turned a bit gloomy and he fell silent.

"This is unavoidable for a warrior. You aren’t a knight and you won’t understand the pride of a true warrior. This battle today will be Fat Luo’s pride for a lifetime!" Gortani immediately stood up to justify for the Overlord.

"I think it is meaningless to argue over this issue which has no answer." Ruona stopped Daisy’s rebuttal, her wisdom earned her Overlord’s approval.

Guoguo suddenly got up and scurried over, checking out Gortani’s pretty face up and down before looking back at its bare feather ribs, then looked at Gortani’s white wings again.

The three mistresses didn’t interfere, simply looking and smiling at each other.

"What is it looking at?" Gortani turned and asked Old Liu.

"Guoguo must be wondering..." Liu modulated his voice to sound speculative, and then in an ’aha’ moment: "If one day all the feathers on your wings fall off, you would end up like the red-crowned crane."

"You little troublemaker!" Gortani’s face turned red. Indeed, some of the Swan Tribe members had experienced baldness. To a beauty-conscious Swan, such a thing was more terrifying than death.

Everyone burst out in laughter.

Gortani stamped her foot, almost on the verge of tears.

"Gortani’s feathers are fake. I’ve known that for a long time." Old Liu laughes heartily, continuing to tease the little Swan.

Tears finally fell from Gortani’s eyes. The Swan knigh at this time looked so weak that it pulled at the heartstrings.

Helen whispered something into Old Liu’s ear. Liu’s loud laughter immediately turned into a cough hiding his embarrassment.

Helen had told Old Liu that it was a very vicious insult in Bimon.

However, mischievous Old Liu couldn’t resist sneaking glances at Gortani’s beautiful and pure face, mumbling to himself, "Maybe the little Swan really is..."

The awakened parrot rolled its eyes, then suddenly shouted in its bizarre accent: "Baldy~"

Gortani covered her face and fled, her neatly combed platinum blonde hair tossing about and leaving behind a trail of shimmering tears.

Old Liu felt he was doomed.

"You might know about this, but you shouldn’t go around saying it..." Daisy’s face was full of slyness: "You either marry her or wait for her father to challenge you to a duel!"