Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 517 - 111: A Friend Comes from Afar_1

Chapter 517: Chapter 111: A Friend Comes from Afar_1

Faced with the eight magnificent starlit gates, Ferguson Xu’s eyes moistened.

"Which one will he choose?" Ruona counted on her fingers, "Rest, Life, Injury, Stop, View, Death, Shock, Open, shouldn’t he enter the gate of ’Life’ according to these eight words? The meanings of Eastern characters are quite profound, did I get it wrong?"

"If the ’Life Gate’ signifies life, and the ’Death Gate’ signifies death..." Liu Zhenhan laughed, "With that understanding, aren’t you oversimplifying the Eight-Gates Golden Lock Formation? You should know that intellectuals are the most cunning, especially those who play word games."

Everyone’s gaze converged on O’Bese, who blurted out angrily, "Whoever calls me an intellectual in the future, I’ll lose it!" Seeing the Lord’s gaze was clearly leaning towards violence, O’Bese quickly added, "Except for the boss..."

Upon seeing Ning Yu’s eyebrows knit together, O’Bese once again cried without reservation, "And the boss’s wife, of course..."

"Your suspicion reminds me of humans." Ruona gave O’Bese a contemptuous glance, wrinkled her nose, and turned to the Lord, "Aren’t Beamon said to be straightforward? Your thinking is too complicated!"

"Discussing my character is not appropriate now. Let’s talk about Yun Qin’s magic formation. Let’s hear the queen’s opinion." Liu Zhenhan touched his nose and glanced at Ning Yu.

"Ugh..." Ning Yu rolled her eyes patiently at Liu Zhenhan, "What queen... If the Noble Inspection Court hears you speaking like this, they can immediately impeach you for inappropriate behavior. You’re a cleric, why are you so disrespectful?"

Seeing Liu Zhenhan choked by Ning Yu’s words, the people around started to chuckle.

"Why is the Eight-Gates Golden Lock Formation formidable? The first reason is no one knows its secrets, but even if someone did, what good would it do? Trying to find a weakness in the formation is as difficult as fishing the moon out of the sea. Even if someone found a weakness, a person like Mr. Xu still couldn’t crack the formation without a stroke of luck. Unless the original mage who created the formation returns, it is impossible to crack perfectly." Ning Yu gently rested her head on Liu Zhenhan’s chest, not looking at Ferguson Xu anymore.

At this moment, Ferguson Xu slowly walked towards a giant door on the south side of the island. This door was closest to everyone, which somewhat surprised Liu Zhenhan. He originally thought that Old Xu would stroll toward the farthest giant door to buy some time. Liu Zhenhan had even planned to have the Ring Spirit Pegasus carry him a part of the way but now it seemed that wasn’t necessary at all, as the gate was less than two hundred yards away.

Ning Yu whispered in surprise, "The Death Gate?"

"He went into the Death Gate?" Liu Zhenhan was slightly shocked, "I didn’t expect that! Old Xu has some guts after all!"

Old Xu’s steps were somewhat floaty, and he was mumbling something to himself. He seemed a bit neurotic.

"What if this old guy can’t break the formation? Are you really going to have Ruona use the ’Emerald Dream’? That’s quite extravagant, isn’t it?" Moer fired off a Lightning Chain, rushing towards the last Naga. The last Eight-Armed Naga elder really showed outstanding strength, still holding on even though all the other Sirens and Naga had died under the dual attack of the two super-level Warcrafts.

"I’m worried too. If the sea monster summoned by the ’Emerald Dream’ doesn’t destroy the coral reef, we’re cooked." Liu Zhenhan shrugged.

"Boss, you can have Jaina help you. She’s a ghost, she’s not afraid of physical attacks. The falling coral can’t do anything to her." Gerein flew back swiftly dragging the corpse of the Eight-Armed Naga elder, chuckling weirdly.

"Oh?" Liu Zhenhan raised his hand to look at his ring, "What is this sly thing hiding in the ring for? hurry up and die for me!"

The Tide Lord Gerein pointed at the dawn light in the sky with a bitter face.

"Isn’t that nonsense! If we wait another night, where am I going to find the formation’s core?" Liu Zhenhan swore.

"I know what Gerein wants to say. He wants you to give back the Hydra’s Magic Crystal. Only then can the ghost condense into a sea spirit. A sea spirit can still appear under sunlight for half an hour, it’s not a problem." Ruona said.

"There are ghosts that aren’t afraid of sunlight?" Liu Zhenhan found it amazing.

"Nonsense! If the undead couldn’t stand sunlight at all, how would necromancers fight with others, resorting to physical combat? You have not seen skeletons. Such undead creatures are not afraid of sunlight at all." Ruona laughed and scolded.

"It is somewhat a pity, this magic crystal has really good quality." Liu Zhenhan took out Xu Dela’s Magic Crystal. This sea-blue rhomboid Magic Crystal was obviously not ordinary, it was a bit of a waste to give it away.

Such words were nonsense, how could a super-level Warcraft’s crystal nucleus be of low quality? The two Fairy Dragons despised Liu Zhenhan together.

"Quick, look..." Moer grabbed Liu Zhenhan’s arm and shook it hard while pointing towards Old Xu’s figure disappearing into the Death Gate.

As Ferguson Xu’s figure disappeared into the giant door, he was immediately engulfed in a deep, shadowy darkness. Immediately after, the sounds of clashing weapons and ghastly howls that echoed from the gate vanished as the glow reminiscent of fireflies turned off like extinguished fireworks, leaving only Old Xu and the coral reef suspended above his head standing in place.