Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 676 - 142 Negotiations_2

Chapter 676: Chapter 142 Negotiations_2

Besides the two super-level magical beasts, what made the Moorish soldiers more apprehensive was the forty Newton giant birds soaring in the sky above Flame Mountain Valley. In the eyes of all those Moorish soldiers who had never been on the surface, these Newton giant birds, omnivorous animals, looked even more ferocious than the pig-faced troll bats. They had fairly fierce fangs and sticky saliva. Just by their appearance, they were very frightening. Combined with the chilling Ring Spirit Pegasus Knight and the formidable strength of the airborne troops of Feilengcui, at least psychologically, it had an overwhelming advantage.

The Blood Elves of Moore were too pursuit of magical power, ignoring the cultivation of traditional Elven archery skills. This added the most helpless footnote to this invisible comparison------------------- Who would have thought that one day, the Elves known for their excellent archery skills would be suppressed by airborne troops due to a lack of sufficient long-range firepower?

The Moorish commander stood under the blood-red banner, hesitating for half a day, and could not issue a decent command.

Retreat, afraid of being chased and killed by the enemy; if they didn’t retreat, they lacked the courage to attack. The breadth of both ends of the obsidian sky bridge was merely about fifty yards. If the opponent’s warriors were as brave and good at fighting as the one just now, how could they charge past them?

The Moorish commander dumbly looked at the large steel blade presented before him. This cleaver was what the Bimon warrior had just left on this side. Looking at the wide back of the blade and the large chopping curve, the Moore commander’s heart was filled with a chilling feeling.

Seizing the moment! Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, Liu Zhenhan immediately had Naga and Daisy take the remaining three Moorish mages as prisoners through the "Teleportation Magic Array" to visit Feilengcui, allowing them to see what the real surface world was like.

The three Moorish prisoners returned from Feilengcui, their eyes moist under their ink crystal eyeglasses. Each Blood Elf mage was clutching a handful of fresh green wild grass as though it was their new bride’s chest, their bodies shaking violently.

While staring at each other, Liu Zhenhan sent Fat Luo again. Like the owner of a knife shop, he carried seven long knives and escorted two Moorish prisoners to the other side of the Gibraltar River under a white flag. Fat Luo was scared this time. He was a stone-skinned man, but the three flying hammers just hit him hard. This time he wore the "Shield of the Death Overlord" and "Belt of the Faceless Giant Beast’s Power" that the Hausen archer Ma Dashuai had kindly lent him.

Although he had been treated, Fat Luo was still suffering from internal injuries. But this man, who had a strong desire to show off, actually relied on the "Belt of the Faceless Giant Beast’s Power". When he passed the obsidian sky bridge, he tore off two stones from the volcanic rock nest with his hands, just as fearlessly as when playing with "squeaking" at his fingertips.

No one dared to stop him this time. Wherever Fat Luo passed, everyone, including the Hill King who was covering one eye, watched him with wide grins, their gazes filled with admiration, fear, and unease.

The two Moorish prisoners expressed to the Blood Elf commander under the blood-red banner that the Bimon Overlord did not intend to start a war and presented them with grass from the surface, along with the amazing experiences they had just had. Suddenly, all the Moors gathered together like a swarm of locusts, engaged in a heated discussion.

The elegant elves at this moment had turned into clam vendors.

Fat Luo’s scornful gaze was fixed on the Hill King, who involuntarily avoided this aggressive look.

Liu Zhenhan felt that he had expressed his sincerity enough. At least he didn’t immediately decapitate all three of his Moorish prisoners in anger. If these Blood Elves still didn’t know what was good for them and continued to harbour the laughable idea of capturing him alive, they couldn’t blame him for being rude.

O’Neal saw the boss giving him a look and immediately nodded his head. The hippo poets around him formed a circle with their shields, Guoguo held the copper hammer, sat on a striped back, proudly scanning the sky.

O’Neal summoned the double-powder gourds wrapped in cotton and leather pouches from his space ring and began to assemble them with a bamboo basket.

O’Neal did this kind of thing with a particular literary malice. Feilengcui had many lord bath waters sealed in bottles. When the hippo poets made blood tablets, in addition to inlaying Morading’s anger, he also liked to add many other things into the blood tablets, such as iron caltrops, to increase damage from fragments.

Seeing that the Moors were still in a heated discussion and temporarily unable to reach a conclusion, Ruona quickly took the opportunity to report her discovery in the Southern Lava Valley to Liu Zhenhan.

Knowing the urgency of the situation, this striped beast chose a high-altitude flight route all the while and moved at full speed. The Giant Valley was very noticeable------------------ The Tifon Clan has been living on the highest ground closest to the sky for generations. From high in the sky, it was easy to spot, so there were no detours. When Guoguo’s heartfelt induction summoned the striped beast, Ruona had already begun to create the "Teleportation Magic Array" in the southern Lava Valley. Even with the fine magical raw materials of the Malong Crystal, the magic array still took a bit of time, so the return was slightly delayed.