Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 549 - 115 Civilization World_3

Chapter 549: Chapter 115 Civilization World_3

Two Pier Race Scepter Shamans, who were traveling and training, were eager to join and broaden their horizons. Shaman Remel, the Raccoon, had two Centaur archers, one of which had fallen in battle, while the other was none other than Nedved, who had crushed the Beast Elves with his Peacock Spread Arrow.

In fact, they weren’t keen on going, and Liu Zhenhan was about to find a way to trick them into doing so. Now that this idea was proposed, the problem was solved. Even though the Dark Elf Kingdom in the Ink Crystal Valley is also an underground world, it is just an ant nest compared to the underground world beneath the entrance of the Kalimdo Plain. These two Scepter Shamans possess ten followers each, so having a group of superb warriors joining them is not a bad idea.

Upon hearing that Medusa would be coming to their area in the future, the steward secretly took note of this. He was planning to recruit a few Medusa maids to boost Felton’s reputation.

This expedition of Felton surpassed all preceding ones in grandeur. Everyone had three Multi-footed Giant Horses to rotate and rest, because even the Eight-legged Giant Horse, carrying the immense body of a mammoth, struggled.

The steward, Mr. Jabbar, even conjured three carriages. Figo was so robust that he was sent by Moer into the Space Ring. He sat there and chatted with Gerein.

Regarding the staff that Steward Jabbar prepared for him, this time Liu Zhenhan did not bring it because he already had a long flute as an amplifying instrument, which seemed quite similar to a gentleman’s walking stick.

It might be because he had comprehended the silent battle song, or because he couldn’t help but imitate the charisma of Lord Mourinho, that Liu’s musical instruments had changed from string to silver flute.

Under the guidance of Steward Jabbar, the Overlord realized how crude it was to carry a Wolf Fang Club with him, which was inconsistent with a sophisticated Shaman known for his martial and musical skills.

However, he manoeuvred a little. The silver flute was coated with mithril. In addition to serving as a musical instrument, it could also be used as a weapon. Of course, Nana was asked to make a helical groove in the middle.

The Hell Dragon Crystal on the string was given to Moer. After two months of training in magic power, Avril improved rapidly because she had a strong foundation and understanding. She just needed a staff to assist her. Concerning Moer’s musical instrument for boosting her song power, Helen strongly requested a wrist bell. The wrist guard, with a silver bell and magic crystal, looked both beautiful and neat. It seemed that Helen was so unhappy with the drumming that she shifted this feeling to Moer.

Interestingly, within these two months, Moer, following Helen and the two Scepter Shamans, had learned several magnificent battle songs and dances. Although she did not have extraordinary comprehension like Helen’s natural evolution, she was still a rare genius among Shaman apprentices. The two Pier Race Scepter Shamans were very frustrated that they couldn’t find any good apprentice, but now they were actually tutoring for others.

Liu couldn’t understand how Moer could use the Han language battle chant, make progress in Beamon’s orthodox battle songs, and learn battle dance. Although her progress was a bit slow compared to Liu, who couldn’t advance in song power and could only rely on sudden comprehension, she was far better. If Moer continued like this, she would be enough to be his tutor.

Because it was the rainy season, the continuous heavy rain never stopped. That’s why Liu and the others quickened their speed as soon as they set off. Half a month later, they stepped onto the extension of the Donau Wasteland towards the Dorott Duchy.

On the way, there were indeed many native robbers lurking in the grass. But after seeing the banner waving in the rain, the native robbers wisely gave up their original ideas and sneaked away in a panic. A group of bolder savage robbers stood beside the primitive old stone path, bowing their heads to send the caravan away, thus earning a silver coin as a reward.

Although the journey was long, it was fortunate that there were carriages. When there was nothing to do, they could play with ivory mahjong. The days flew by so fast that everyone had enough dry food in their space rings, and they lived leisurely and happily.

As they approached the human border checkpoint, disorder was inevitable. Ever since the night raids by the Wolf Cavalry and the defeat of the Tornado Mercenary Group, the few border checkpoints of Dorott had been constantly shrinking. When they encountered a powerful Beamon team, the human soldiers were a little fearful, even though the other side had the emissary’s symbol made from sheepskin and horsetails. The stories about the Tornado Mercenary Group had spread throughout Dorott like a plague.

They dared not stop them, but letting them go would have also meant facing military law. So they could only follow from a distance, like a small tail. This "snowball" incident got bigger and bigger. By the time they reached the first castle on the Dorott border, more than three hundred border guards had gathered behind the Felton convoy.

Liu was sure that as long as there was a border castle, the Shalba family would definitely send their confidants over after they took power. Sure enough, as soon as they arrived at the first border castle, Yif Castle, the castle lord quickly came out to inquire about their intentions.