Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 642 - 136 Tricks Emerge_1

Chapter 642: Chapter 136 Tricks Emerge_1

I don’t know if war can’t leave me, or if there’s a factor in my nature that chases war, no matter where I go, I will always be shrouded by this luck--------- this is indeed a "happy burden". ------ Liu Daguiren’s self-evaluation.

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Although Liu Zhenhan was yearning for peace negotiations, the war started inevitably.

The magic detection formation set up by Master Otigha, the Fire magic mage, next to all the well ladders leading to the second layer of the Underground World on the Black Domain Continent from the Flame Mountain Valley, played a very important early warning role. Although Xiao Cui had set up several owls in the dark world to serve as messengers, when the raiding army of the fallen Elves appeared on the Furious Flame Continent through the double well ladder, the first alarm was still the dazzling magic fireworks burst by the "Warning Flame" that shot into the sky.

Underground warfare is not the same as surface warfare. Power of any army is discounted in the darkness, even if it’s the legitimate Wolf. Of course, this time it’s defensive counter-attack and there are mages to help. Essentially, it’s not much different from the defense of Heigar.

An army with a mage is different. Even the Wolf cavalry, known as the night belongs to Wolf, rarely has classic examples of night surprises on the encampments defended by mages during the Heigar battle. This time, Liu Zhenhan didn’t give the other side a chance to sneak attack.

Discovering the opponent as soon as possible can seize the initiative. Liu Zhenhan had prepared countless underhanded tactics for these guys. He was really afraid these fallen elves wouldn’t come.

The Golden Crow on the "Underground Little Sun" above the Flame Mountain Valley was also terrified by the pre-war atmosphere, flying erratically, its flapping wings carried thousands of iridescence, shrouding the valley sky.

Through the eagle-eyed glass, Liu Zhenhan found who his opponent was.

Moore Blood Elves!

Only under Moore’s command, one could see dwarf soldier figures as tall as the Earth Shrine. However, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t find a single blood elf figure among the group who were about to engage in a mortal confrontation, perhaps due to the distance and darkness.

The time has been separated for too long, surface creatures now don’t know much about the horror of the Blood Elves. Liu Zhenhan learned from Xiao Cui and Yangkele that this kind of fallen elf is a terrifying species that draws magic. They love to draw residual elemental power from the bodies of their dead opponents to make themselves stronger. If this kind of opponent is on the surface, they are absolutely common enemies of Beamon sacrifices and human mages.

On the south bank of the Straight River stretching in front of Flame Mountain Valley, large groups of figures constantly emerging from the underground well ladders began to gather. The outline in the dark showed how large this army was. Roughly 250 yards in front of the north bank of the underground river Straight is the Flame Mountain Valley. The 200-meter-wide U-shaped gap exposes the terrain of the Flame Mountain Valley completely. The valley, shaped like a potbelly, is clear at a glance. Countless "Underground Suns" floating in the air illuminate this valley in every detail.

These gray dwarf warriors and Cow-Eagle People did not hurry to cross that natural stone bridge like a meteorite but chose to sort out their formations on the opposite bank. Even with Liu Zhenhan’s eyesight, he couldn’t penetrate the profound darkness and know how many troops the other side had brought.

Seeing the Heigar militia self-organize and allocate their defense areas, the Difeng Giants also brought out long iron chains as thick as wrists, using the attached round shackles to shackle all the Tauren warriors around their waists. The other end of the large iron chain was locked onto the thick iron stakes buried behind these Tauren, which is like an iron chain lying across the river. In fact, it was for these strong Tauren warriors to guard the front of all the stone houses and to build a barrier with their lives.

The reason for locking these Tauren with iron shackles and manacles is that Tauren warriors, in normal interactions, should be considered as a kinder and gentler race in Beamon. But once they step onto the battlefield and see the bloody red of fresh blood, these honest and kind Tauren warriors will be stimulated and become irritable, entering a "semiconscious" state which is caused by "overstimulation leading to disease". This defect of screwing up when encountering a major stimulus is not only the privilege of Tauren warriors but also exists in the Goatmen of the Jem Tribe in Beamon: once encountering a major stimulus, such as stepping onto a bloody battlefield or being seriously insulted or on the honeymoon night, Goatmen of the Jem Tribe, have a high chance of immediately entering into a disease termed "sheep epilepsy". Moreover, humans also have this strange ailment of falling apart under major stimulus. While the symptoms humans manifest when ill are very similar to the "sheep epilepsy" of the Goatmen of the Jem Tribe, for the sake of treating each other differently, humans have given this disease another name----------------- epilepsy.

Whether it is the Goatmen of the Jem Tribe or humans suffering from epilepsy, neither the human army nor the Beamon Army will ever demand such young people to become qualified soldiers in their own army. Imagine that when two armies are fighting, blades are flashing with blood. When a seasoned commander needs his soldiers to form a dense formation to confront the enemy, he suddenly finds that his soldiers are falling one by one due to nervousness, foaming at the mouth, convulsing all over their bodies, and even biting off their tongues in severe cases, which commander would want such soldiers? And which commander would dare to have them?