Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 516 - 110 Breaking the formation_6

Chapter 516: Chapter 110 Breaking the formation_6

"Our Ares Sea Clan is situated beyond the Cape of Narun, while the lands of these fallen elves in the Xiang Pa Sea Country are in the western sea of Bimon Kingdom, much closer to us," the Siren lady countess rushed to say.

"I’ve got my answer, thank you." Liu Zhenhan waved his hand, the firecrane and Gerein immediately pounced on the few sirens and the naga, and a shrill scream instantly rang out. Old Xu sat down on the ground with a pale face, especially at the sight of the Tide Lord’s eating appearance.

"Southern Cross Star Forest?" Ning Yu frowned and asked.

"Remember... Liu Zhenhan hugged Ning Yu’s slender waist: "Many years ago, our Beamon once had an Aquatic Race, mysteriously disappeared in the Sea-Land War, and many years later, an outstanding priest, in the trial process of the Southern Cross Star Forest, found the only remaining trace of this race, an unhatched egg."

"You’re talking about..." Ning Yu didn’t continue.

"If I can give Wuise to insect-shaped Beamons, why can’t Medusa give Wuise to the child in the egg?" Liu Zhenhan laughed loudly: "The mysteriously disappeared Medusa clan? The only mysteriously disappeared Beamon aquatic race in the Sea-Land War? If it was mixed with ordinary two-armed naga, even other sea nations’ sea clan people might not recognize who are the naga and who is Medusa, right?"

"Indeed, it cannot be distinguished. The fallen elves are xenophobic and very warlike." Moer said.

The dawn had already risen one moment ago, now a new soul is in charge.

"What about the communications?" Old Liu suddenly smacked his lips, thoughtful.

"Apart from via water routes, for long-distance communications, albatrosses are a good choice, not worse than pigeons. According to the records of the Sea-Land War era, that’s how our army kept in touch with the sea then." Moer said.

"Medusa is the pet of the war god! It is the race of heroes! It is..." Ning Yu shook her head bitterly.

"It could also be Shaman Wei An, he also came to Felan." Daisy said.

"Don’t worry about who it is, no one will trust the Felan people in the future." Liu Zhenhan sneered: "Although clergy are not allowed to compete for the king’s throne, anyone who wants to tamper with the Beamon Kingdom must try if their head is harder than a Felan knife, even using me! Damn!"

"You can compete for the High Priest position." Moer’s tone had completely turned into Little Ai’s: "Take the first place in the Olympics next spring, then go for the chief priest position. If there is no chief priest position, you have to create one."

"Silly girl, anyone who’s above the Scepter Shaman level gets promoted based on connections, not skills." Liu Zhenhan laughed.

"Helen will be heartbroken if she knows." Daisy sighed.

"It seems you have overturned your previous conclusions." Old Liu raised his eyebrows.

"She wasn’t interested in fame and fortune before, but this time she seemed overly enthusiastic about Shaman Wei An’s position, which seemed a bit unusual. Also, during the war, she was indeed not in Felan, but in the temple." Daisy smacked her lips and shook her head: "It’s hard to say... If Helen finds out... she won’t believe it..."

"If I tell her, she will believe me, but she will definitely be heartbroken, so don’t tell her." Liu Zhenhan told the people around him: "Keep these words to yourself, we can’t use it."

"Absolutely no one will believe it." Ning Yu also sighed deeply.

"Who are you guys talking about?" O’Neal "flipped" his eyes in confusion, his face full of mischief.

"Don’t play dumb with me!" Liu Zhenhan stared at the hippo poet, his eyes sharp: "I’ve killed those nagas, and the naga didn’t admit anything! Even I, I hope it’s not true, O’Neal, you should know what to do, right?"

"I know." O’Neal didn’t dare to play dumb anymore.

"You, come here..." Old Liu pointed to Ferguson. Xu, whose legs were trembling, said: "Go on, choose one of the eight gates, break the formation, and you’re free."

"I’ll do it." Figo emerged quietly.

"Get out!" Moer, with a frown, swore, looking just like Avril.

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