Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 616 - 130 Decision_3

Chapter 616: Chapter 130 Decision_3

"That’s for certain." Helen was the first to react, and the other two Scepter Shamans nodded in agreement.

"No wonder he could easily slay a three-headed hellhound..." Moer muttered under her breath.

"The steam whistle also brings another piece of not-so-good news. The war between the Drow Dark Elves and Moore’s Blood Elves has started again. The pre-war plundering we on Furious Flame Continent will have to face is about to escalate. The steam whistle has seen signs of a large number of troops mobilizing on its way." Trist interrupted the confused thoughts of the Beamon.

"Ah..." Tauren Elder sighed deeply: "What’s meant to come has come."

"Are we going to retreat again?" Duncan, the Antelope Warrior, emitted a heavy breath from his nose, causing his two gold rings to flutter.

"A large-scale plunder?" Liu (Shock) asked, "What do you mean?"

"At this time every year, whether it is Drow or Moore, they will send their troops to our Furious Flame Continent for a large-scale plunder. This is because at this time, the Hidden Moss and berries have just ripened. They call this ’harvest time.’ " The Tauren Elder looked desolated, "Every year, every year at this point in time, countless of our Antelopes and Cave Dwellers would die at the hands of these robbers."

"This land’s complex environment makes pillaging very easy." Liu (Shock) said realistically, "The area of Furious Flame Continent, along with all the various underground well levels, spans at least several ten thousands of square kilometers. Excluding the elderly, women and children among the seven thousand Tauren, how many warriors are left and how many places can they really defend?"

"Sir, do you have any solutions to this problem?" Trist asked, looking intently at Liu (Shock) with a peculiar expression on his face.

"Establish your own cities, protecting a large group of Cave Dwellers with your main forces. These timid, but good-hearted people need the right environment. Simply saving them is not enough. You need to instill in them something." Liu (Shock) pointed to Drow’s scimitar, "The courage to fight."

"There are 70 million cave dwellers on both continents. Those who rule over them don’t even make up one twentieth of that number. If these people learn to resist, no one would have the right to enslave them. They say that in the desert and the Gobi, there is a species of ant. They gather in the tens of millions, and where they roam, even the strongest Magical Beast dares not resist." Daisy also said.

"Boss, let me borrow this thing!" As Gude spoke, he drew a double-edged dagger from Liu (Shock)’s belt, and stepped forward, slapping the dagger onto the chest of a cave dweller almost knocking him over.

"Kill him for me!" Gude grabbed an Eagle-Bull man’s wing, and threw the blood-stained Eagle-Bull man in front of the cave dweller. The honest cave dweller, his hands full of calluses, clutched the dagger, shivering all over as if he had been electrified, his eyes staring blankly at the Panda Warrior.

"Kill him for me, with this dagger I gave you! Think about how he used to bully you, cave dwellers." General Pan educated the cave dweller.

The cave dweller’s hands trembled more and more, the dagger fell to the ground, he looked down at the dagger, then looked at the Eagle-Bull man, and then at Gude, shaking his head desperately.

"Gude!" The little nun raised her eyebrows, "How can you teach others to kill..."

"Shut up!" Liu (Shock) bellowed at the little nun. She was stunned and two lines of tears slowly filled her eyes. Daisy felt a pang of heartache, went up and hugged her shoulders, pulling the little nun into her arms.

"If you’re not brave enough, let me help you." Gude grasped the dagger again, and handed it over to the cave dweller, helping him grip the handle finger by finger. Then, he held onto the cave dweller’s hand tightly, grabbed the Eagle-Bull man’s head, and controlled the cave dweller’s hand to slash the dagger across the Eagle-Bull man’s neck.

A horrifying scream.

This scream didn’t come from the Eagle-Bull man captive, his throat had already been cut and he could only make crowing sounds. The scream was from the cave dweller. The poor cave dweller threw the dagger away and fled as if his life depended on it.

"Ah..." Everyone who still had a glimmer of hope sighed.

"If you can’t change in one generation, then try for two." Liu (Shock) said, "As a race and as an individual, if you don’t help yourselves, others will never learn to respect you."

Upon hearing the words of the Piegel shaman, a glimmer of hope ignited in the eyes of the Dark Elves, resembling a purple pond.

"Sir, your words have enlightened us." Tauren Elder nodded, "In fact, our current actions are pretty similar to your suggestions. In order to deal with the annual large-scale invasion by Moore and Drow, we would gather a portion of the Cave Dwellers’ food ahead of time, storing it in the Difeng Giant’s Flame Mountain Valley, and then intensify our defences of these food supplies. This is because if even the seeds are taken, the Cave Dwellers of the entire Furious Flame Continent would be in big trouble."