Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 620 - 131 - Encounter with Misfortune_3

Chapter 620: Chapter 131 - Encounter with Misfortune_3

The Beamon nobles from the surface began to notice a peculiar thing. Whether it was a coincidence or not, as they journeyed from place to place, they discovered that in the sky above each hill inhabited by a Cave Dweller was suspended a "Underground Sun" covered in crows that cast fluctuating gold and silver radiance.

Only after asking Xiao Cui and Elder Tang Jin, Liu Zhenhan discovered that without the rays of this Underground Sun, crops of the underground—Hidden Flower Moss and Snakeberry Bush—couldn’t grow. The vegetation here also needs weak photosynthesis. Any inhabited places in the underground select regions illuminated by the "Underground Sun" because only areas where plants grow will dissipate the toxic gases spewing from underground cracks. Apart from the River Immortals, no one enjoys staying in the dark for long. Even the Drow Elves dislike "pure darkness".

This Underground Sun brings a hint of dim light to the gloomy region, while also acting as a beacon for all the bandits who came to loot. The raiders on the Black Domain Continent simply need to follow the regions where these Underground Suns appear. Cave Dwellers don’t have wings, nor do they possess the speed of the Eagle-Bull people, and they certainly lack the robust physique and courage of the Antelope Man, thus it is no surprise that they are treated so harshly. Thus, it’s true that the Sun is their savior and also their downfall.

As they continued their journey forward, several groups of Tauren, who were part of the Underground Wanderers, joined their caravan heading towards Flame Mountain Valley. In a long span of a thousand years, the Tauren who were originally night-blind learned to navigate and search in the pitch-black world through heat sensing, which greatly amazed Liu Zhenhan. Learning is the innate instinct of every Wisdom Race, and each militiaman followed suit, learning the art of blind fighting from Tauren and young Drow Elves without being told.

The young Drow grew up very rapidly. Both Marshal Nedved and Blade Saint Rodman took a liking to this eager learner, an Underground Ranger. This Dark Elf possessed a heart that yearned for freedom, yet his eyes occasionally revealed a melancholic and sorrowful gaze. Such a look held too much confusion and cluelessness. After all, despite being a Drow, he held a stance contrary to his own race. For a noble-hearted Dark Elf, this internal struggle wasn’t something that could be comforted with a few words.

Liu Zhenhan, this brute, could only say, "the descendants will have their own blessings." After carefully considering, he decided to take this Dark Elf out of the underground world when departing, allowing the outside world to teach him existing principles that could unravel his internal conflict.

After passing through the region with twinkling stalactites, Liu Zhenhan and the group gradually set foot on the darkest area of the Furious Flame Continent. There were no plants or light here, only severely fragmented land. It would take three days to cross this underground desert. After crossing it and moving on for two days, they would reach Flame Mountain Valley, guarded by the Difeng Giant.

According to Elder Tang Jin, the fringe area of this underground desert was occupied by a family of Acathurte Scorpion-tailed Lions. Every year when passing through here, they couldn’t make loud noises to avoid provoking this irascible Acathurte.

Liu Zhenhan wasn’t afraid of any Acathurte, of course. Along the way, they did encounter some ignorant underground beasts. Yet, minor beasts remained minor beasts. These tracks of beasts didn’t even stir up Liu Zhenhan’s fighting spirit. If he could really fight against Acathurte, it might not be a bad thing.

Therefore, Liu Zhenhan and a group of militiamen sang "the wind blows the fragrance of chaerophyllum on both banks," passing through the underground desert noisily. Not even a shadow of Acathurte was seen, much to the disappointment of Liu Zhenhan, who had anticipated acquiring one or two top-grade magic crystals.

After crossing half the desert, Liu Zhenhan noticed a strip of light appearing in the darkness ahead, moving faintly along the horizon at a slightly slower pace.

Elder Tang Jin insisted on changing course to avoid contact with these light strips as much as possible. The more he insisted, the more Liu Zhenhan inclined towards the light. After the elder’s repeated persuasion, the higher authorities, the two Pier priests, reprimanded the elder angrily. However, the elder resolutely requested to shift direction, trying not to coincide with the light strip.

In terms of being stubborn, Liu Zhenhan surpassed even the bull-headed temperament of the Tauren. His subordinates - a bunch of militiamen and a few old wives - like stirring up trouble, they were naturally keen to see what’s happening over there.

Just when they were about to meet the twinkling light strip, Liu Zhenhan’s group was attacked first. The Night Pearl’s light was brilliant, but its range was limited after all. The seven to eight hundred strong group stretched into a single file line. Although everyone held torches, it was still a bit difficult for those at the front to see clearly what was going on at the back.

A sound like a roaring growl drew everyone’s attention to the rear of the line. The Antelope Warriors were at the back, while the Feilengcui militiamen were at the front. This roar sent everyone’s hearts into their mouths.