Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 696 - 145 Meeting an Old Acquaintance in a Foreign Place_6

Chapter 696: Chapter 145 Meeting an Old Acquaintance in a Foreign Place_6

Liu Zhenhan immediately recognized the voice, and with a disdainful curl of his lips, he muttered under his breath, "Ah, my good lord, I reckon even the Rhine Tribe’s racial ability of ’Lion’s Roar’ isn’t as loud as your throat."

Sure enough, it was an old acquaintance.

Lord Mourinho, the chief priest, stood proudly at the gate of Mosoburada City in his orange-golden priest robe. A golden flute pinned to his waist, behind him stood a human swordsman and a Mage. The surrounding Elves parted like waves, revealing him like a prized pearl within its shell.

The male Dark Elves were known worldwide for their handsome appearance, yet by Lord Mourinho’s side, they were like scallions under a towering tree, utterly unnoticeable. The mature and noble aura that he radiated, an accumulation of many generations of Smey Clan, drew all attention solely onto him.

Despite being the ugliest among everyone present, Liu Zhenhan stood out at this moment, for his aura was the only one that could match Lord Mourinho’s.

The two Dark Elf women who had almost been thrown into the moat wriggled free from the male Elf’s arm and quickly rushed into Lord Mourinho’s embrace. They began to sob lightly, their innocent demeanor made one question their true identity.

Liu Zhenhan was caught off guard, wondering what the hell was going on.

The nut in Guoguo’s mouth dropped to the ground with a spatter, a thread of saliva attached to it. His little eyes were fixated on the scene.

The expressions on Rodman and Nedved were no better, while Vieri feverishly rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Was the Chief Priest acting too much like a Romeo?

"What act is he putting on this time?" Liu Zhenhan murmured, watching Lord Mourinho who was softly comforting the two Dark Elf women from afar.

"This Beamon shaman has been strongly demanding the return of all Eagle-Bull people since he arrived in our Mosoburada City. It’s surprising that he has two Fire Phoenix Magic Pets... Fortunately, he was not overly insistent later on, so we’ve been dragging things out." Lady You Yue’er whispered to Liu Zhenhan and Prince Benitez, "From the short encounter with him, this Smey Clan shaman seems to possess good martial skills and excellent physical condition. He would make a suitable candidate for the Sunlight Baptism Ceremony. When your envoy came with your message, Prince Moore, he explicitly stated that Lord Richard would be the candidate for the ceremony. But I would like to ask if we could choose between you two? After all, you’re both Beamon shamans..."

"Absolutely no problem." Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily.

"I get annoyed just looking at him." Prince Benitez glared at Lord Mourinho.

"But I have a question. The ’Sunlight Baptism Ceremony’ is quite risky. Can he handle it?" Liu Zhenhan thought about it and couldn’t help but worry.

Prince Moore heavily patted Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder and spoke to the eight Dark Elf mothers in his loudest voice, "Lord Richard’s nose seems to be severely damaged. You may not be able to tell with your abilities, but as a blood elf prince who has done extensive study on blood... I can assure you, Lord Richard has an absolutely handsome face!"

"Really?" The Dark Elf mothers immediately had gleaming eyes, staring intently at Liu Zhenhan.

Liu Zhenhan scoffed, "Knock it off, Prince Benitez is lying to you. Hurry and give me details about what this Swan Chief Priest has been doing since his arrival. Don’t hide anything from me. Regardless of any grudges he and I may have, just tell me straightforwardly. I’ll support you unconditionally."

"You Beamon are really powerful!" The mother of Mosoburada city said with a love-hate tone, gritting her teeth, "I am utterly impressed with your Swan Chief Priest. Having only stayed in our locality for a few days, he has managed to convert at least a thousand Drow Elves and members of vassal clans of Mosoburada city to Shamanism."

"Most of them are women." The Mother Lady added after a moment’s thought.

"Drow’s beliefs have always been a mess, I’ve said it many times." Prince Benitez was quite gleeful, winking and grinning at Liu Zhenhan.

"Bull!" Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes, shaking his head vigorously.

"Two Phoenix Magic Pets, a warrior, and a mage by his side are already formidable, but I’m confident I can handle the situation. He managed to make so many Drow Elves change their religion. But can he lead them to the surface? Initially, I was considering summoning a Hell Black Dragon to drive him away. However, after receiving the prince’s letter, I finally know how to deal with him."

"You won’t be able to catch him." Prince Moore bluntly pointed out, dashing Liu Zhennan’s hopes, "To catch a shaman who has Twin Phoenix Magic Pets? Even if you eight summoned eight Hell Black Dragons, it wouldn’t be possible. If he wants to escape, he can do so anytime."

"Catching him may be tough, but since this great Shaman is so selfless, I believe using the lives of these Dark Elves who trust him as a bargaining chip shouldn’t be a problem, right?" You Yue’er, the city lord of Mosoburada City, chuckled mischievously.

Liu Zhenhan admired this cunning elf city lord while he shook his head and sighed.

If it were him who came to Mosoburada City to rescue the Bode Beamon, other than clashing directly with the Dark Elves here, there wouldn’t be any other possibilities. However, upon arriving here, Mourinho didn’t provoke conflicts with the Dark Elves but instead preached Shaman beliefs around the city and converted a large number of Warrior believers.

What does this mean? Isn’t this gap too enormous?

Liu Zhenhan didn’t doubt that if any other Shaman from the Beamon Kingdom came here, they absolutely would not be able to achieve what Lord Mourinho accomplished. The title "Legend Shaman" is truly well deserved.

"I support your decision, incredibly wise City Lord." Seeing Lord Mourinho approaching step by step, Liu Zhenhan discreetly whispered to the City Lord of Mosoburada City, "Please."

"Richard, you’ve finally arrived." Before You Yue’er could say anything, the Swan Chief Priest walked over to Liu Zhenhan with a smile. His human swordsman narrowed his eyes to observe the Napoleon-like giant, Iverson.

Iverson was also observing him. The metal bracers on both of their wrists bore the marks of duels, a true sign of swordsmen.

"Chief Priest, the trail you have blazed will forever guide me forward." Liu Zhenhan gave Lord Mourinho a hearty bear hug, "Congratulations."

"What did you say?" Lord Mourinho asked with furrowed brows, "Say that again?"

"I said, congratulations, you are about to return to the human world with your dreams." Liu Zhenhan spoke without missing a beat, "With the dream of finding the Bode Clan."

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Three days have passed, I’m sure everyone will be cursing, hehe...

Today I wrote eleven thousand words, making up a bit for the days I missed. Tomorrow, I’ll speed up my writing. I must make up for what’s missing based on my daily quota of five thousand words.