Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 666 - 140: Making a Comeback_4

Chapter 666: Chapter 140: Making a Comeback_4

"Can you guys give me some time? When my wizard returns, I’ll let this expert demonstrate to you what a ’Teleportation Magic Array’ really is." Beamon Liu shook his head with a wry smile. "If I tell you now that I can use a magic teleportation array to teleport you to the surface world outside, you definitely wouldn’t believe it. I have to let the facts speak for themselves."

"If you can verify what you say, we might consider the proposal you just made. To eradicate this annoying shackle that imprisons us underground, I think I could represent all Moore and have a good discussion with you at that time." The Moore mages also began to believe Beamon a bit. After all, whether the other party was blabbering nonsense or telling the truth could partially be discerned from their expression. This Beamon seemed very sincere on his face. Besides, if they were joking, it wouldn’t mean much as the captive.

Of course, Liu was very sincere. He didn’t care what kind of plans these Blood Elves and Dark Elves harbored, whether they wanted to return to the surface, dominate the continent, sweep across the Aegean, or rule the seven seas. It was none of his damn business. Right now, all Liu knew was that they wanted to return to the surface, and that wasn’t such an outrageous demand.

A hundred thousand Moore, fifty thousand Drow, three hundred thousand Gray Dwarves, two million River Immortals, and a total of six hundred thousand Cow-Eagle People: altogether, they only had a population of three million. Even if they made it to the surface, what would that amount to?

Nothing!

If there was a big alliance of the Elf families, with the Divine Archers of the Prairie and Forest Elves, the priests of the Moon Elves, plus the Forest Druids of the airborne infantry battalion that had already broken off and ideally adding in the dualistic Na’vi of the Abyss who were good at both magic and martial arts, and the Blood and Dark Elves, they would have a full set of naval and air forces. Such a luxurious line-up might stir up a little froth on the Aegean Continent, but... if it just depended on these two fallen elf forces that hadn’t seen the outside world for ten thousand years... Hmph...

Thinking about it now, Liu couldn’t help but want to laugh. After so many years of ruling the Cave Dwellers, were these foolish fallen elves getting a little over-confident?

Liu wanted to use the Magic Teleportation Array to help them return to the surface, not to take them to the Donau Wasteland. Look how vast the vicinity of Mount Azeroth, where the entrance to the underground in the Kalimdo Plain was! That place was much vaster and open than the Donau Wasteland. The populations of the fallen elves were only three million; even if they doubled their population, there would still plenty of room for them to settle near Mount Azeroth.

What Liu valued most was that the nations surrounding the Kalimdo Plains on the surface were so powerful, and the terrain was completely unfortified. It was a perfect place for training.

Among the ten human nations surrounding the Kalimdo Plains, no one had a population of less than three million, excluding the Vatican in Saint Devansi. The standing army of Saint Francisco Empire alone was four hundred thousand, not including its four vassal states. The Pompeii Empire might have a slightly shorter border with the Kalimdo Plains, but the fallen elves were so lewd and attractive. As descendants of Viking pirates, Pompeii Empire would certainly be willing to stir up some trouble.

The Fallen Elf nation with a population of three million VS a dozen human nations, just thinking about it is quite interesting.

Instead of letting the fallen elves continue to wreak havoc on the honest Cave Dwellers here, it would be better to let them have a fair match-up against the current rulers of the Aegean Continent - the Beamon of the Mank Tribe. Even imagining the expressions on the faces of the fallen elves when faced with this situation made it fun to Liu.

The population of the Beamon Kingdom is six million, standing army is just five corps, a hundred legions of a hundred thousand troops. They are only safe thanks to the natural barrier of Mount Tamerlarya. The total population of these two fallen elf factions is only half that of the Beamon Kingdom. Even if they, like the strong races of Beamon, do not engage in production and all are soldiers, they would not dare to bully humans on that great plain. It would be nice if they were not bullied by humans.

According to the stubbornness of the elves, they won’t retreat and live a peaceful life underground until they get hit by humans. However, once their elite force is worn out by the humans, and they want to return underground...

Kids, if you can return underground in the future, I’ll definitely invite you to a big meal... Liu stroked the stubble on his face, looking at the Moore mages, his smile was even more sincere and attractive.

O’Neal carried a bundle of leather cords over and gave the Moore mages a meaningful once-over. There were five special binding methods that, once used, would disable anyone who was bound for more than two hours, if they didn’t die first. After the master Otigha had escaped once before, O’Neal decided that from then on every mage he caught would be bound with this special method to lock the joints, even at the risk of breaking their bones completely. His soft heart no longer had a place.

O’Neal didn’t get the satisfaction he wanted. Not only did Liu arrange for the Moore mages to rest in a giant house, but he even had the monks treat their injuries a little. As to how much effort they actually put in, that was another story. With Fat Luo guarding the mages, they weren’t afraid of them rebelling---------- Even if these Blood Elf mages weren’t injured at all, close range combat with a swift blade was enough to handle them, let alone the fact there were only four mages. Even a reinforced squad wouldn’t be enough to handle the blade.