Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 542 - 114: A Heart-Stopping Smile_1

Chapter 542: Chapter 114: A Heart-Stopping Smile_1

"A hero is always a hero, sometimes, it’s destiny" An elder of Andulan once said.

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After the second defense campaign of Feilengcui, the victory, branded with a fierce Beamon-style, spread at an astonishing speed within the Bimon Kingdom.

After sending Rovi on a suspiciously timed trip to visit family in the Southeast Province, Liu Zhenhan sent Vieri to his hometown - the territory of the Pier Race in Southern South Cross Forest, a day later. There, he spread the thrilling news about a route to Mount Hyjal. Liu Zhenhan provided Vieri with plenty of Gold Coins to enable him to recruit some idle hands along the way and spread the news as widely as possible.

Besides the adult warriors, the bards of the Hippopotamus Tribe took up their canon harps once more and began spreading songs of the formidable Lord Richard along the banks of the Sanggan River. This time, the Hippopotamus bards were no longer the despondent performers of yore. Their bulging wallets, matching their robust muscles, afforded them the luxury of considering their singing a hobby rather than a means of subsistence.

Counting the already dispatched Wolf Cavalry, Holy Temple Knights, and various holy officials, Liu Zhenhan had four different directions of propaganda teams at once. This was the very strategy the Elder of Andulan had advised him to employ.

"How does one become a hero? The first step is to build up fame, then build it up some more, then build up even further! What you need to do now is to seize every opportunity to improve your reputation! It’s the old adage of’ a pound of bull and ten pounds cow.’" The Elder of Andulan gave an example. Even a strong hero in human history couldn’t possibly kill as many enemies as ten Mages casting ’Sea of Fire’ at the same time, could he? But why then does the hero become renowned instead of the Mages? It’s because he commanded the battle and the group of Mages!

If they solely relied on the dissemination of news by the Wolf Cavalry and the temple, it would not cause a significant outcry across various provinces in the Bimon Kingdom all at once. Hence, the Elder insisted on sending out more bards from the Hippopotamus Tribe. The sphere of influence of these bards couldn’t be underestimated. Even though the distinguished Beamon nobility would barely invite roving poets to their luxury banquets and afternoon teas, among the commoners, the songs from the Hippopotamus Tribe bards were popular topics of conversation and a welcomed diversion from their monotonous lives.

The elder worried that if they didn’t take control of the narrative, the credit would go to some important figure from the temple and be leveraged for temple propaganda. The hero sung in the Beamon Kingdom wouldn’t be Lord Richard, the brave warrior in the bloody battle, but possibly someone else. At that juncture, such propaganda would completely be taken out of their hands.

While the elder’s thoughts may seem a little cynical, they were not entirely baseless. Without quickly gaining tremendous popularity among the populace, the upcoming negotiations with Lord Mourinho in the hierarchy of sacrificial ceremonies would become increasingly difficult. Even though they had no concrete evidence to suspect the swan chief priest at the moment, Liu Zhenhan felt it essential to be cautious.

The power of propaganda is fearsome. Every wisdom Race has the tradition of worshiping and respecting heroes, even the most cunning human nations are no exceptions, let alone the Beamon.

In the eyes of Beamon, while the Altar Sacrifice holds a high status, it is not quite the same as a real hero. The Sacrifice is an embodiment of wisdom and not a warrior who could laugh in the face of a spattering blood rain and a setting sun. The Beamon respect Sacrifices but don’t exactly worship them. Becoming a Sacrifice requires high intelligence, which is often what most Beamon lack. On the other hand, becoming a valiant warrior is not an unattainable goal for most Orcs.

The arrival of Lord Richard, the Altar Sacrifice, perfectly fills this gap. An idol who is both brave and wise could be the target of admiration for all Beamon.

Within the ten days since the propaganda teams set out, a group of passionate young Beamon warriors journeyed to Feilengcui to visit their idol with awe-inspiring reverence. Most of them were descendants of nobility from small towns in the Northeast Province and the powerful Witherspoon in the Southeast Province. Due to the law of primogeniture, they couldn’t inherit titles but still led prosperous lives. The knightly upbringing they had since childhood filled their hearts with a deep longing for heroes and becoming heroes.

They were profoundly proud and joyful about their visit, as they had received a warm welcome from their idol. The embroidery and badges on his Star Robe dispelled the last traces of their doubts. After witnessing Lord Richard’s renowned "over hundred invincible" followers up close, and then perusing the remains of the annihilated Berserkers— the Battle Axe split into two, bear skin, and the equipment left by the Heavy Scythe-wielders, touching the silver base armor of the Saint Francisco Empire, was quite enough to send the young Beamon warriors into raptures.

The power of the Feilengcui Warriors was so impressive that it made the young Beamon warriors hesitate to express their wish of following Lord Richard. They felt that making such a request would be an insult to the Altar Sacrifice.

This memorable and pride-worthy journey, accompanying these young warriors, spread further away, drawing even more curious and admiring eyes to the heroic tales: defeating the Dragon Knight, two Berserk battles, the legend of the seven defining arrows, Saving the Bug Clan. Of course, a factor that can’t be ignored was that many young Beamon Knights were attracted by the dazzlingly beautiful Butterfly Clan women.