Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 694 - 145 Meeting an Old Acquaintance in a Foreign Place_4

Chapter 694: Chapter 145 Meeting an Old Acquaintance in a Foreign Place_4

The faces of the surrounding Dark Elves and Blood Elves abruptly changed. Immediately, an elf knight riding a black panther spurred his mount, galloping toward the ancient tree with all his might.

Due to the large drop in its parabolic trajectory, the spiny fruit was slow in its approach. Nedved calmly drew his longbow, just ready to aim five long arrows in the air to explode the spiny fruit. But Richard stopped him.

The two guards who were preparing to serve as meat shields consciously stepped aside, leaving the limelight to their lord.

Richard swung his Mithril fist and advanced with a skipping step, landing a hit on the incoming enormous spiky fruit.

An unexpected change occurred before Richard could react. With a violent explosion, the giant fruit was shattered on the Mithril fist, and smaller spindle-shaped fruits like poppy seeds erupted, scattering in all directions. Richard’s Starry Sky Reflection barrier and the Death Lord Shield of the Nun Joan of Arc immediately burst open. Guoguo hastily pulled out a newly made Fascist-style steel helmet from his pouch and put it on his head.

Fat Luo and Wei Heizi, two agile imperial guards, each took out a massive shield made from dragon-turtle and star-tailed turtle shells from their backs, trying their best to extend their coverage to protect those around. The newly installed steel handles of their turtle-shell shields and the small spiky fruits created a succession of loud bangs. The light swords in the hands of the small giant, Iverson, shot out two fiery red rays from their dark golden hilts. He leaped in the air, crossed his swords, and flashed open a fire shield, deflecting the spiky fruits.

The surrounding fallen elves had already moved eight yards away. Apparently, they had prepared for it. The flying fruits did not harm them, only made a series of sparks on the bridge, inexplicably creating fireworks between the wooden bridge and the plants.

As one wave subsided, another arose. Before anyone could react, two dark elf priestesses behind the mothers on the bridge lunged toward Richard - one brandishing a sparkling blue dagger while the other swung a snake-tail whip aiming directly for Richard’s throat.

Elves are renowned for their agility, and the dark elf priestesses are advanced warriors trained in martial arts since their youth!

The elves were fast, but the imperial guards were not vegetarian either. Nedved, who was standing at the forefront near Richard, retracted his six fingers, jumped, and thrust five bundled feathered arrows into the eye socket of the dark elf priestess with the dagger. While still in the air, Nedved pulled out the arrows splattered with bloody ice shards. With a twang of the bowstring, an arrow bisected the snake whip, and another punctured the dark elf priestess sneaking with the snake whip into pieces. Because of the short distance and high shooting speed, a transparent hole first appeared on the body of the dark elf, and then blood mixed with ice shards sprayed out.

All the elves were taken aback. Joan of Arc screamed while Fat Luo held a knife to Prince Moore’s neck. Vieri jumped on the summoned giant tree marmot, ready to wield a huge ax for a savage charge.

"Misunderstanding! Don’t make a move!" The Dark Elf mothers urgently extended their hands to explain.

"I swear on my life! It was absolutely not intentional ..." Prince Benitez was anxious. His guards hadn’t reacted yet, but the opponent’s knife was already creating goosebumps on his neck.

"Hold on for a moment," Richard raised his hand and said to several attendants inside the palace.

After a while, a few black panther elf knights brought back two arrested dark elf women from the ancient tree to the bridge. The two captured dark elves did not resist or struggle, but they kept shouting something to their mothers in elvish. One of the eight Drow mothers waved her hand, and the two Drow elf women were immediately taken away.

"Within the Drows, those who do not agree to migrate to the surface are a minority. Their means are a bit radical." Prince Moore stood beside Richard and apologized for a while: "Honorable Lord Richard, I hope you will not mind this interlude, I will ensure your safety with my very life in what follows."

"This was an accident, a real accident." A mother of the Dark Elves stepped forward, her face unable to hide the embarrassment as she consistently greeted Richard.

"This is definitely why people fear fame..." Richard sneered and spat on his Mithril fist, then wiped it with his sleeve.

Prince Moore laughed embarrassingly, looked at the eight Dark Elf mothers across the way. The Drow mothers looked at each other, whispering quietly.

"Your archer is capable of close combat." Prince Benitez had to mediate himself but, finding no topic, prattled on.

"Quite amusing, this thing is like the Impatiens fruit I played with when I was a child, it can actually explode." Richard bent down and picked up a small spiky fruit from the ground, squeezing it hard, it felt as hard as an iron caltrop.

Richard closed his fingers, crushing the small spiny fruit in his hand. His gaze drifted back to the ancient tree in the distance. This time his eyes were full of genuine covetousness - he had seen two things he wanted in less than three minutes of entering the Dark Elf territory.