Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 652 - 137: Coming to the Ground to See the Rain in Winter_4

Chapter 652: Chapter 137: Coming to the Ground to See the Rain in Winter_4

They have now changed their approach, ready to kill Tauren and Difeng Giants, destroy the guardian god and the food rations officer of Cave Dwellers in Furious Flame Continent. There are only two possible inferences. The first possibility: They no longer need the cave dwellers, no longer need to keep milk cows for milk, so they are ready to sharpen their knives; the second possibility: Their militaristic thoughts have started to overflow, and they can no longer bear to see their army blocked outside by the enemy.

As for the first conjecture of the Overlord, most held reservation. The arrogance of the fallen elves is a well-known fact. Without the support of the cave dwellers, what would they eat? The fallen elves and their gathered tribes, be it the River Immortals or the Gray Dwarves, have had no connection with the earth since ten thousand years ago.

In fact, all foreign races in the Underground World are dependent on the cave dwellers not only is this relevant to the two factions of fallen elves and their subordinates, it also includes the Tauren of the Buer Tribe. None of the other races know how to plant fern crops and mosses on the volcanic ash in the underworld---------------------the knowledge of farming in the underworld is not as simple as hosting a dinner. Especially in the faintly illuminated Dark Region, people have got used to receiving food from cave dwellers for ten thousand years, without them, what will everyone eat?

As for the overlord’s second conjecture, there is some possibility. Perhaps the king of the Blood Elves has changed to become more hard-nosed, unable to tolerate any failure in his army and therefore ready to engage in dead battles. However, this also brings up some questions that are difficult to explain. Grey Dwarves and Cow-Eagle People of the Vassal Clan, for the fallen elves, have never been a concern for them traditionally.

The discussion was intense, but the outcome resulted in nothing significant.

After another half-day long wait, the third attack of the Blood Elves finally began, giving the strategists who had been talking without acting for a long day an opportunity to unveil the truth.

After rushing out of the hut, all of the Beamon warriors and Difeng Giants were surprised to find on the cliff of the distant circular mountain, there stood a row of Blood Elf Mages’ silhouettes. They numbered twenty!

Twenty Blood Elf Mages with golden-red light orbs swirling around their necks; this was no ordinary force!

A great number of gray dwarf soldiers wearing high-quality steel armor and wielding war hammers rushed into the valley. Nobody knew if any gray dwarves were in an invisible state. What caught everyone by surprise was not the grey dwarves, but the hundreds of Blood Elf warriors bearing Calyx Longswords in their hands, running at the forefront. These Blood Elf warriors moved rapidly, leaping agilely. Especially admirable was the red magic halo that formed one after another in their other hand. The magic flow branched out into several forks, casting a sheen on the sharp long swords in their hands. During the run, a series of resonating and pleasant chants come from their mouths. The powerful chants even drowned out the heavy footsteps of the grey dwarves. At the end of the singing that was neither a hymn nor a song, their elegantly exquisite Calyx swallowing mouth sharp long swords, under the pull of another hand trailing the blood-red magic halo, as if controlled by a strand of magic light, glided in the air around them, fluttering up and down, just like a mischievous hummingbird circling around a flower to gather nectar.

"Damn! Sword control technique!" Liu Zhenhan licked his lips, remembering a swordsman novel he had read before.

"This is the Blood Elf Sword Chant! The elite warriors of the Blood Elves!" Xiao Cui’s sudden shout corrected Liu’s mistake.

The Moorish Army rolled in like a destructive storm, and at this time, standing on the front line were only eighty Undead Tauren warriors controlled by Soul Wanderers. The others were all stupefied in place, each of them looking at Liu Zhenhan.

Liu Zhenhan suddenly felt a chill on his face. He stretched out his hand to wipe it and found that it was rain. It wasn’t drizzling; the rain was heavy enough to wet Liu Zhenhan’s half a palm.

Liu Zhenhan calmly surveyed the sky. There were no Cow-Eagle People lunging frenziedly in the air. Tthose airborne killers were now standing on the backs of the surrounding mountains, not yet taking off. The only thing in the sky was a growing number of rain lines rapidly expanding in his field of vision.

The heavy rain cascaded down from the sky, unexpected.

"Why the hell are you still stunned? All of you, get inside the house now!" sneered Liu Zhenhan, pointing at the utterly stupid Difeng Giants, practically yelling until his voice was hoarse.

Difeng Giants absolutely can’t fight in such heavy rain. They have an innate fear of water; too much rainwater can cause severe harm to them.

The body of the Difeng Giant was so massive that when it collided with the many Antelope Warriors crowding at the entrance of the shack, they all fell into chaos. In front of this formidable enemy, Duncan cried out desperately, "Hold steady—hold steady—"

Stabilize? Who could in the face of the Difeng Giant’s collision? The formation of the Antelope Warriors broke completely.

"Where is all this rain coming from? How can it rain in the Underground World?" The Fire magic Mage, Master Otigha, was dazzlingly staring at the sky, profoundly exclaiming, "Damn it! I am a Fire magic mage! This will reduce my magic power!"

Master Otigha’s question was probably something no one could answer. At this point, most people were literally racking their brains on why it was raining in the Underground World. Remel, the Raccoon Shaman’s magic pet, was a Nine-Tailed Fire Fox, also from the Fire Elemental. The torrential rain that made it almost impossible to open one’s eyes also made Pier, the Shaman, roll his eyes fiercely.

Liu Zhenhan did not believe this rain was natural. However, he also could not figure out why the Moorish Elves, who use Blood Magic, could cause a heavy rain, and "just happened to" launch an attack when the powerful force of the Difeng Giant had to retreat.

The Lord, who loved pondering, had no time to waste thinking. The first magic attack of the Blood Elf Mage and the oncoming Moorish Army had arrived. The Cow-Eagle People finally spread their wings and pounced from the cliff. This time, their feathers were all drenched, so they flew very low and heavily.

The Golden Crow on the small sun in the Underground World had been startled by the unprecedented heavy rain. The Musketeers’ crossbows sounded simultaneously. Their shooting, accompanied by a string of water droplets, poured down on the Cow-Eagle People, like a torrential downpour.

In the valley filled with war cries, one could only see the dense Moorish Army in the dense curtain of rain. The Antelope Warriors were in complete chaos, their faces looked at each other in dismay, they were soaked by the heavy rain and dumbfounded, because they had never seen "rain" before.

The smiles of victory had already surfaced on the faces of all the Blood Elf Sword Chants. Their opponents were utterly disorganized, and a significant force had been driven away. The Blood Elves had every reason to smile. The unorganized fight had already decided victory and defeat. The Blood Elves had already gained complete control of the situation.

However, if they knew that among their enemies, there was a regiment renowned in the Surface World of the whole Aegean Continent for being the best at bayonet charges and countering charges, would they still be smiling so radiantly?

"Sound the charge." Liu Zhenhan calmly wiped his face, withdrew a Vajra long knife from Fat Luo’s shoulder, and nodded at Nedved beside him.

By his side, a small Vanguard formation was already in place, the Mages and Shamans in the back were tightly surrounded by two Scepter Shaman followers and twenty River Poets.

With a flick of his finger on the bow string of the flea tendon crossbow at his side, Jeckin, the Haus Tribe’s archery master, loosed five Ice Lamented feathered arrows with a mournful whistle. They sliced open numerous curtains of rain and went straight for the chests of several Blood Elf Mages on the far-off hill.

Upon hearing the summons to sound the charge, a giant umbrella-like water column sprang up from the Strait of Gibraltar, and an amiable man, like a heavenly god, waving a long-handled anchor in his hand, instantly burst out of the water.

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Due to my rushed and slow schedule today, I updated 2 hours late. I sincerely apologize and promise to post punctually before midnight tomorrow.