Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 523 - 112: Stirring up Dust and Controversy_1

Chapter 523: Chapter 112: Stirring up Dust and Controversy_1

The civilian soldiers of Feilengcui were the first to make their appearance, stirring the atmosphere to a climax. Lord Mourinho, who had just taken his seat, and Shaman Wei An, along with the beautiful snake instructor, were all taken aback.

Considering their knowledge of Feilengcui’s strength, they shouldn’t have been so surprised, yet they were still stunned.

They finally got one thing clear ---------------------------------- the strength of Feilengcui, even after just one night, should not be based on previous evaluations.

Twenty Bear Goblin warriors, equipped with three-layer iron tower shields and carrying blood-red giant sickles, marched out in a line holding a banner that read "we are cannon fodder slave warriors", subtly yet arrogantly expressing Feilengcui’s strength.

When Gude, wearing a Mithril armor and a Misha badge on his chest, appeared, the atmosphere reached a boiling point. All the Holy Temple Knights immediately rose to honour the Honourary Knight. The title of Honourary Knight was a title of honour, but it also signified that the bearer had once followed a powerful priest and achieved immense meritorious service.

Wei Heizi and Gortani were both extremely frustrated, but no matter how familiar and friendly they usually were, now they had to follow the rules.

General Pan extended his arm, gave a fascist salute, and paid his respects to all the Holy Temple Knights.

The gazes of Lord Mourinho’s followers tightened a bit, their eyes on General Pan and the Bear Goblin slave warriors were filled with a strong sense of provocation. When strong meets strong, apart from mutual sympathy, there is always this resentful look.

When the panda warriors and mastiff warriors appeared, this gest of provocation turned into recognition. Lord Mourinho’s followers recognized the magic-resistant armor of the Saint Francisco Empire’s royal guards - the Mithril Basest Warriors.

When the Hippo Poets appeared, recognition turned into surprise and anger.

The Hippo Poets wore bear-skin collars, black and white, these collars were whole bear skins with a bear head hanging on them, each bear skin had a hollow bear eye stuffed with gems --------------------------------------- only a berserker from the icy land of Tel Aviv would do this. Adult berserkers had to kill a giant bear with bare hands to leave their homeland, only becoming a slayer of hundred men, they could bear such symbols on their bear skins.

The breaths of the berserkers under Lord Mourinho became heavier, it is a dreadful thing when a berserker goes into a frenzy, so the elven priestess hastened to cast "The Light of Calm".

The appearance of the Mammoth Powerhouses, even compared to "The Light of Calm", was able to sober the berserkers.

Even the frost giants, with their icy faces, melted due to the appearance of the Mammoth Powerhouses. These Mammoth Powerhouses were just too robust, they were taller than standard Orephin warriors, even Frost Giants were half a head shorter than them, and they were also stronger. Each warrior had seven scimitars, even when they were not unsheathed, any seasoned warrior could tell how strong and ferocious these kinds of scimitars were just by glancing at their sheaths.

In the world of humans of the Aegean Continent, there was no such weapon as a scimitar, only some Beamon warriors and Taklamago desert people used curved swords. But compared to the long swords of the Mammoth Powerhouses, their curved swords could only be considered as daggers or children’s toys.

If these forces could still allow Lord Mourinho’s followers to hold on to a certain degree of composure, the appearance of the Banilou Warrior, Figo, undoubtedly obliterated all their expression defenses.

The Whale Warrior made his entrance without any weapons, his arms folded. He regained his usual pride and demeanor as the chief of the royal guards in the Seia court. His six feet plus figure stood there, and all words relate to the robustness came to everyone’s minds. Even Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help wondering whether the red clay slope would be broken under his weight if it wasn’t baked hard by lava.

If the Whale Warrior represented the highest domination of all warriors in the vast sea country, then Figo was undoubtedly the utmost among these dominations. His long beard and the deliberately scratched pattern on his chest armor could prove this point.

Actually, this point was not important. Even if he was not a high-ranking warrior trained in rigorous martial arts, his brute strength alone made him the most terrifying existence. From the perspective of a warrior alone, the Whale Warrior has reached an unparalleled height. This kind of warrior could only be dealt with by a high-level mage.

Rodman, the prankster, was stirring things up again. This time Fat Luo was rather different. He was hunched over, holding a large handkerchief over his mouth and coughing from time to time, looking like a consumptive ghost, contrasting strongly with the robust militia around him.

Many people could clearly see that there was a patch of blood when he opened his handkerchief.

Still coughing, Fat Luo walked straight to the table where the Frost Giants were seated. There were only three Frost Giants at this table. Their bodies were too massive. This table was just occupied by the militiamen. It had those especially large wooden chunks and cups which only they needed.

"Excuse me, could you stand for a moment?" Fat Luo asked.