Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 672 - 141 Foreign Blade Saint_3

Chapter 672: Chapter 141 Foreign Blade Saint_3

Moore’s discussion was practically deciding the future of the native inhabitants of the Furious Flame Continent and Liu Shock’s dream of acquiring land at this most critical moment. Everyone was holding their breath, the militia gripping their weapons tightly, relaxing, and then gripping tightly again.

Originally a discussion between two Moores gradually drew the participation of other Moores. Across the river, these Moores seemed to be arguing very fiercely.

A smile appeared on Liu Shock’s face, the argument indicated that the Moore he let go hadn’t blabbed nonsense, it seemed those Blood Elves were indeed persistent in their belief of returning to the surface.

Soon, the Moore Elf who had been sent back as a peace envoy approached Fat Luo with a satisfied smile on his face. Although his steps were still weak, his face was full of triumphant smiles.

Fat Luo raised his eyebrows at this Moore Elf and gave a small smirk.

All the Bimon warriors on the riverbank smiled at each other, it seemed they had a chance!

Everyone seemed to have underestimated the cunning of the fallen elves, no matter whether it was Liu Shock or Fat Luo, they were happy a little too early!

Without any warning, perhaps the command of Moore to fight was very subtle, several Troll Bats hovering over Fat Luo’s head, at least five Calyx Longswords wrapped in red light were shot out in this instant, going straight through Fat Luo’s forehead.

Being surrounded by the enemy camp, Rodman was constantly on guard, not daring to slack for a moment. But at this moment seeing the Moore mage who came with him showing a seemingly successful communication demeanor, he let out a sigh of relief.

Even though they were caught off guard and thrown into chaos, they were still experienced warriors, and didn’t lose their heads. A graceful slide resulted in three clanging sounds, several cold lights erupted, sparks exploded on the thick iron curtain in the air, and these Calyx Longswords were all cut into several pieces of scrap iron by the Vajra long knife.

It wasn’t until then that the furious Mammoth Knife Saint realized that the cunning Moore mage was tricking him, he wanted to rush over to deal with this damnable Moore mage, but he suddenly got hit twice in the back, a huge shock hit his chest, his eyes went black, and he couldn’t hold it any longer, he opened his mouth and spat out a spray of bright red blood.

One of the Moore mages waved his hand and the fresh blood spurted out by Fat Luo was like a writhing snake, quickly drawn into his hand by him, amalgamating into strings of blood pearls, shot towards the long swords in the hands of the Sword Chanters riding atop the pig-face Troll bats in the sky.

Blood Draw!

If one was attacked by their own blood, all the blood in their body could potentially be drawn out! This kind of offbeat magic has its own viciousness!

"We need your magic teleportation array! But we also don’t want to give up our hatred!" the released Blood Elf mage laughed: "As long as we catch you! We naturally have ways to make you make a magic teleportation array for us!"

"Obischillaci!" Liu Shock opened his clothes with a snarl, the Ancient Power Firegun in his pocket was glowing captivatingly.

The heavy blows that Fat Luo got in his back, only the Bimon on the opposite bank of the river could see clearly--------------------- The King of the Hill Dwarves took advantage of a moment when Rodman had his back turned, and attacked him treacherously. The weapons used in the sneak attack were their bone mallets in their hands, shining with a grayish-white light. Driven by the powerful force of the two Kings of the Hill, the two bone mallets flashed like an electric spark, and with a burst of silver-gray energy, they viciously hit Rodman’s strong back.

"Damn Storm Hammer!" Chief Diffen roared, stretching a great distance with both hands, a meteor the size of a ball slowly condensed, flashing with a flame light.

These two Storm Hammers that hit Rodman were indeed very overbearing, the amount of physical force possessed by the Hill Dwarf King was truly amazing. Even with Fat Luo’s physique and muscle strength, even if Korina’s electric gun hits his chest, it would take at least seventy percent of her power to make him spit blood. Yet these two Hill Kings managed to do so just with two mallets! Even more unbelievable was the fact that these two so-called "Storm Hammers" clearly had a dizzying effect. After Fat Luo took two flying mallets and spewed a mouthful of blood, he immediately began to stagger like he was drunk, turning in circles, the three Vajra knives in his hand and nose fell weakly to the ground, "clanging" and stirring up a large cloud of dust.

Dwarves can be said to be the most insensitive race to elemental power. For the King of the Hill to have such a performance, he really is a rare anomaly among Dwarves!

The moment the Moores ambushed Fat Luo, Nedved immediately retaliated.

The Moore mages did intend to ambush Rodman as well, a series of sharp Annihilation Armor arrows were launched creating a fan shape in the sky, piercing their already opened magic shield, just like passing through a skewer, running through the front row of mages, leaving them chilling, in a blink of an eye, about ten Moore mages fell, all of them shot together by feather arrows, each with a small window open in their chest and back, it even had an ice effect, absolutely refreshing.

The surrounding Gray Dwarf Soldiers swung their shields and rushed over, the rest of the mages all shamelessly lay on the ground, because only by taking advantage of the dwarf’s height can they evade this kind of long-range attack.