Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 675 - 142 Negotiation_1

Chapter 675: Chapter 142 Negotiation_1

When a deeper level of violence reigned over them, the backbone of the Moorish Army, the main fighters in the war—the Gray Dwarf warriors who had always been fascinated and worshiped violence—began to panic.

In the eyes of the naturally strong Gray Dwarf warriors, the King of the Hill is forever their revered idol. No one can resist the "Storm Hammer" thrown by the King of the Hill! The King of the Hill, is always the bravest warrior in the world!

Rodman’s long sword and the crossbow bolts made the Gray Dwarves realize the world is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

A ridiculous scene emerged on the clearly demarcated battlefield. The Moorish Army, whose number was ten times that of the enemy, hesitated to attack.

The Moorish mages now all bore woeful expressions.

Archery loosed like a swarm of locusts, coming from just one person, Nedved, had given the Moorish mages a hard time. The Moors could not possibly understand how the range of an archer could be so high, able to easily break the magic shield!

Not that the range matters much, but being able to break the magic shield as easily as a hot knife through butter, was a huge psychological blow to the mages! It’s like a group of warriors in heavy iron armor being poked by an enemy’s wooden stick—this contrast made fear even more palpable than death.

Could they still poke their heads out? The Moorish mages were quite frustrated. Hastily protected all around, they quickly moved their front line backward.

With the help of the Senmiao warriors Ao Lazhuang and the whale warrior Figo, the dizzy Fat Luo finally got ashore. The "Storm Hammer" exerted by the King of the Hill was deflected by the "Holy Armor" and had fifty percent of its strength knocked back, but the negative forces like paralysis and dizziness could not be deflected. Fat Luo had been hit by the King of Hill’s bombardment three times on his back, he had no strength left to use "Mirror Image" to get rid of the bad effects. The only option left was to let the boss lady Helen perform an Alina Dispersing Battle Dance.

Korina affectionately patted Fat Luo’s head along with other Mammoth powerhouses. Fat Luo’s performance made the Mammoth Clan incredibly proud!

Old Liu thought for a while and realized it was scary. It was fortunate that Fat Luo was the one who was dispatched. If any other militiaman was subjected to that malicious "Storm Hammer", there would be no way to quickly get rid of "dizziness". They would have been knocked down by the King of the Hill’s axe. Once these Blood Elves are left unchecked and they start to get carried away, these bullies would definitely become wolves.

Fat Luo’s display was spectacular! Helen also made great contributions!

Liu Zhenhan affectionately pinched Helen’s little face and said, "Give big brother a kiss."

"Stop messing around." The shyer Helen appeared, the more charming she became.

"Kiss! Kiss!" Daisy and Ruona also chimed in, even Guoguo came over, sticking out her lips towards Helen.

"Angel’s Twelve Tones, how many pieces have you learned now?" Liu Zhenhan quietly asked a formal question, without holding up anything.

"It’s difficult, more so than a war song. Almost a month has passed, and I’ve only just learnt "Holy Armor", which can deflect close combat damage. It’s a good war song. I don’t know how the little nun learnt so many songs. I want to rename this war song, what do you think we should call it?" Helen pouted her lips as she spoke.

"You will get there slowly," Liu Zhenhan smirked.

Liu Zhenhan and Ning Yu both began to laugh.

While they were teasing each other, the Moorish Army was feeling awkward. As the Gray Dwarf warriors stared at the towering Beamon warriors across the river who resembled gods, they felt frustrated and timorous. Just one Beamon warrior was formidable enough, and there were so many more just like him on the other side!

This was an undefeatable situation! Each Gray Dwarf warrior was somewhat dispirited.

The Cow-Eagle warriors, who had usually moved freely in the Underground Continent, were not doing any better. Facing the glaring gazes of the two super-level war beasts from across the river, their courage wilted like a snowman under the scorching sun. In the aerial battle of Tennessee, initiated by Beamon and humans, the Goliath warriors—Bird-man warriors, Golden Eagle warriors, and Vulture warriors—were all stout and no less than the Buer Tribe’s Taurens. Yet, they still utterly succumbed to attacks from the group of Gryphons led by ten Dragon Knights. What to mention now, when they were going up against two super-level flying beasts?

For the Bode Clan warriors in the air, if they didn’t have the robust physical strength of a pure Goliath, then even the spears they threw could not break the defense of the super-level beasts—The lack of strength could be compensated with magic weapons, but unfortunately, the goblin traders known for dealing in magic equipment had already disappeared into the annals of history. Therefore, the situation the Cow-Eagle people were in was quite embarrassing. To a Tide Lord and a Fire Crane, facing a group of Cow-Eagle People with just primitive spears and no magic weapons was no different than facing a swarm of bees with stings in their butts—they couldn’t pose a direct threat.

The risk level of the Elven Sword Chanters riding atop the pig-faced Troll Bats was much higher than that of the Cow-Eagle people. But their numbers were too few and were far from posing a threat to the two super-level war beasts. The only function they could hold was to delay the inevitable defeat—doing so would mean gambling with their lives.