Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 643 - 136: Unending Treacherous Tricks_2

Chapter 643: Chapter 136: Unending Treacherous Tricks_2

The Taurens had a similar situation, only their "pseudo-berserk" state did not make them convulse and fall to the ground like a seizure would. Instead, their infuriated eyes would glow red and they would wildly charge at their opponents. The "pseudo-berserk" state, coupled with the Taurens’ inherent stubbornness, would make them fearlessly charge at any powerful opponent without any regard for their own safety. This mindset might work in a brawl, but in a battle between armies, this impulsive behaviour of the Taurens would present an unstable element-- a large bunch of Taurens abandoning their comrades in the rear to recklessly attack the enemy without orders. Such negligence could cost a battle that should have been won. The many wars in the history of the Aegean Continent have taught all commanders the importance of "discipline" for an army.

The Taurens of the Black Rhino Tribe were not your average Taurens; they were Golden Ring Warriors, the proudest warriors amongst the Buer Tribe. They were well aware of their own shortcomings. In a pseudo-berserk state, no Tauren would possess a clear mind, but their main goal was to protect the crops in Flame Mountain Valley. To overcome this massive flaw, they had requested the Difeng Giants to chain them up with iron chains to limit their movement range.

All the vulnerable individuals had already been sent back to Felwood. The Antelope Warriors in Flame Mountain Valley no longer had to worry about their rear. There were 294 Antelope Warriors, aside from the few high-ranked warriors who could induce berserk states, and the eighty warriors who had become Undead Soldiers. The remaining Tauren warriors were all chained. The interior of the teapot-shaped valley was wide, with each Tauren spaced apart by five steps, aside and ahead. This scientific formation was obviously for depth and to supplement positions as the iron chains were fifteen meters long. The combat range of the antelope warriors, even if not bound, was only this big – a standard one soldier per spot formation.

Possibly due to the impending battle, most Tauren warriors were already snorting. Their nostrils flared rhythmically, making the golden rings on their noses clink together. Duncan and two self-initiated Antelope Warriors were diligently checking the iron hoops around the waist of the other Antelope Warriors and the fifteen-meter iron chains locked to their stakes, to ensure there were no oversights.

This response seemed more out of helplessness than cleverness. Without it, these Antelope warriors would probably be rushing out of the valley at the first sign of battle, making the protection of the crop seeds virtually impossible.

Although there was no need to protect crop seeds this time, this combat method that had been employed for many years was still maintained. Neither Liu Zhenhan nor Vieri had any objections. In the high ranks of the Bimon Kingdom’s army, how to utilise the Tauren warriors and their combat prowess was always an unsolvable question. If the Taurens had the disciplinary standard of a third-class human soldier, they might have achieved independence from the Bimon Kingdom earlier due to their impressive fighting abilities and birth rates. Even so, the Bimon Kingdom continued implementing the family planning policy proposed by a house tribe elder from a million years ago, which was aimed to restrain the Tauren’s high reproduction capability and combat powers. The "elk gut" used by Liu Zhenhan previously for birth control was a saddening product of its time, learnt from the dwarf blacksmiths of Razor Mountain.

After a short break, the Grey Dwarf warriors and Cow-Eagle people started advancing in orderly rows. The Flame Mountain Valley was separated by the Gibraltar River. Even though there was a huge natural bridge, the Grey Dwarfs’ speed was no match for the flying Cow-Eagle people. Therefore, a large number of Cow-Eagle people were hovering over the Gibraltar River, waiting for the continuous stream of Grey Dwarfs to cross the black volcanic rock bridge.

During this operation, the Grey Dwarfs and Cow-Eagle people did not emit a single bit of noise and moved in an orderly manner, reflecting the style of a proper regular army. The Feilengcui militia had only ever fought with mercenary forces, it was their first time fighting with a regular army. Even though they had never witnessed the grandeur of the continent’s number one human regular army, the Mor Blood Elves troops today truly earned their title of being an elite force.

"Lord Richard, how many enemies are there approximately?" Difeng Giant Chief Yangkele approached with large steps and humbly asked the Bimon Overlord, who was holding the Eagle Eye Telescopic Glass and surveying their opponents.

"The dwarves are not tall, can’t see those on the bridge, but judging from those vague shadows in the dark, there are likely more than three thousand dwarves and two thousand Cow-Eagle people." Liu Zhenhan paused, calculated briefly, and gave a rough estimate.

"The numbers I’ve given may not be accurate, there might be more." Liu Zhenhan added.