Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 682 - 142 Negotiation_8

Chapter 682: Chapter 142 Negotiation_8

"I heard that Drow is very submissive to their female leader, how did things turn out this way?" Liu Zhenhan was so furious that he could explode, what kind of ordeal was this? It was hard enough to pacify Moore, and now Drow pops up out of nowhere!

"Female leader? Ha-ha..." Prince Moore scoffed, "More than ten thousand years ago when they were exiled underground, their queen fled. No one knows where she is now. Nowadays, Drow only has matriarchs, not a queen. The matriarchs are on equal footing, and they just select a Grand Matriarch to lead them each year. Unless someone comes bearing the Seven Degree Golden Spiderleg Crown granted by the Elf Goddess Rose to the Dark Elf Queen, none of those matriarchs will submit to anybody else."

When Liu Zhenhan heard about the Seven Degree Golden Crown, he stared dumbstruck at the Seven-degree Gold Spatial Ring on his finger, feeling a chill running down his spine.

The Seven Degree Gold Crown had been in his possession for half a year and was only smelted into a Spatial Ring before he came underground. If he had the Seven Degree Gold Crown now, Drow’s issue would be resolved instantly. But he had unfortunately smelted the crown.

Just look at this luck.

From a distance, Guoguo was making faces at old Liu, as a Seven-degree Gold Ring shimmered brightly on her little claw.

"We must persuade these Drow! If any of them shoot their mouths off about this, whether to the Hell Black Dragon or the Evil-eye Tyrant, it will cause a lot of trouble!" Prince Moore’s eyes were fixed on Liu Zhenhan.

"Then let’s just take out the Hell Black Dragon and the Evil-eye Tyrant." Liu Zhenhan said determinedly.

"Well... that’s not so easy, they are all over the place," Prince Moore looked at Liu Zhenhan as if he was looking at an idiot, but he quickly realized that Liu was just joking, and continued, "To persuade these stubborn Drow, there is still one way."

"What’s the method?" Liu Zhenhan frowned.

"It’s the ’Sunlight Baptism Ceremony.’ This ceremony can convert Dark Elves into Night Elves who can walk under the sunlight without fear," Prince Moore’s gaze became ambiguous, "This ceremony is also considered the ultimate degradation ritual by the Drow Elves."

"As far as I know, Drow Elves have a ’Dark Absorption Technique,’ and this..."

"Would entail certain death." Prince Moore nodded.

"What do you mean by telling me this?" Old Liu suddenly asked in alarm.

Prince Moore didn’t say anything, he simply smiled.

"Come on, what do you mean?" Liu Zhenhan squinted his eyes, his fingers lightly rubbing his goatee.

"You still have the bloody scent of the Drow Elves on you," Prince Moore said with a mysterious smile, "Every drop of blood hides a residual soul, the blood on you has the angry Drow souls screaming within. Remember, we Moore are experts in drawing magic power from blood, and no one knows blood better than we do. All Elves stem from the same lineage, and I can feel the true identity of this Elf soul by my heart."

"Really?" Liu Zhenhan was a bit skeptical.

"Of course, it’s false, I was just teasing you, and you believed it?" Prince Benitez rolled his eyes, "But I am not bluffing, us Moore Blood Elves do have an ancient ability to analyze blood. We can estimate the blood flow and physique of a person from their appearance, and then calculate how much magic power we can draw from their blood. Do you know what I observed from your appearance?"

"What?" Liu Zhenhan asked curiously.

"You would be an excellent magic extraction target."

"Bugger off." Liu Zhenhan cursed.

"Don’t get mad, it’s normal for young men to come together, it is not weird at all." Prince Moore chuckled.

"..........."

"Buddy, don’t get upset! It is to your advantage, the ’Curse of the Fallen God,’ whoever kills you will have the curse backlash and they will die of a broken heart. This is a typical elvish way of death, very elegant." Moore was promoting this fallen ceremony like a cunning merchant.

"Another curse?" Liu Zhenhan jumped three feet high.

Seeing that the Bimon priest was rolling his eyes and becoming increasingly violent, Prince Moore quickly changed his tactics and explained the benefits of participating in the "Sunlight Baptism Ceremony": "This curse is not against you, it’s protecting you! Take it easy, let me explain. The title of ’Guardian’ not only discourages others from killing you, but also gives you the ability to use ’Shadow Raid.’ This is a superpower to control others’ shadows at night. Whether it’s a human or an animal, as long as their shadow is controlled, their bodies will be likewise controlled... it’s not controlling souls or minds. It’s controlling shadows with no exemption or immunity... of course, the weight of the body under control must not exceed five hundred pounds. If they are big guys like Bimon warriors, it’s definitely impossible."

Isn’t this ’puppet magic’? What an insidious ’Shadow Raid’, Liu Zhenhan pondered, his eyes blinking.

"If you don’t agree, so be it. Ah..." Prince Moore, seeing Liu Zhenhan silent despite his words, sighed and muttered an elvish swear word to himself.

Prince Moore even found his own ideas ludicrous.

"Is there no other way?" Liu Zhenhan asked hesitantly.

"Yes."

"..............."

"No matter what, you are now our esteemed guest." Prince Moore blinked at Liu Zhenhan, "Now, I have to go back and report to our Elven King. It would be best if you come with me. Both we Moore and you, need to negotiate with the Drow. If they don’t leave, we should. Now the question is how to leave without the Guardian Evil-eye Tyrant knowing. This is a big problem. I will communicate with those Drow Elves. They could select candidates from their own ranks and try the feasibility of the fallen ceremony."

"I can’t leave now. There are a large number of Dark Elf troops preparing to attack my Bimon brothers in the Giant Valley in the south, so I have to settle their affairs first." Liu Zhenhan said: "Give me three days. After I have arranged everything, send someone to pick me up."

"I will arrange it as soon as possible." Prince Moore nodded vigorously: "You have already wiped out so many of our elites, don’t let the Dark Elves go. Make it fair and wipe out at least ten thousand of them for me first."

"By the way, Are the Evil-eye Tyrant and the Hell Black Dragon the protectors of you Moores and the Drows, or are you their slaves?" Liu Zhenhan raised an eyebrow and asked: "Why do I get the feeling that you guys are scared of them?"

"Who knows, we’ve been fighting with the Dark Elves for so many years, maybe it’s just a game between these two superpowers." Prince Moore smiled bitterly: "Maybe these superpowers are just chess pieces in the game of the gods."

"Damn it." Liu Zhenhan grumbled.

So even if he gets rid of these two fallen elves, would it help? What about the Hell Black Dragon and the Evil-eye Tyrant? Without targets to receive their tributes, these two leads would definitely turn towards his newly established city. What to do by then?

He must think of a solution. Old Liu’s eyes started whirling.

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