Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 700 - 146: A Thief’s Bite Imprints Deeply_4

Chapter 700: Chapter 146: A Thief’s Bite Imprints Deeply_4

"Give me half, I have two cities." Liu Zhenhan thought, if I can’t plant them here, then I’ll plant them on Razor Mountain.

"If we return to the Surface World as you suggest, even if the Great Elf Empire really disappears and there are no more foolish and righteous elves to bother us, we still need to consider self-preservation. The Surface World is, after all, a place unknown to us. We gifted the Two-Headed Chimaera to you because the Eagle-Bull people can replace them, and our troops are very efficient. But the War Ancient Tree can’t mature without three thousand years of growth. Even though we have seeds, the time and difficulty of planting make it impossible for us to bear." You Yue’er, the queen mother, shook her head firmly. "The War Ancient Tree is as important to us Fallen Elves as your Sacred Fire altar. Would you give your Sacred Fire to others?"

"Then ten! Ten!" Liu Zhenhan’s eyes were bloodshot. The War Ancient Tree looked like a fixed turret, and he can’t let such a good thing slip away.

"We can only offer you two War Ancient Trees as a token of goodwill." Prince Moore also chimed in, his face showing a pained expression.

"Eight!" Liu Zhenhan continued to negotiate with a lower price.

"Impossible!" The queen mother of the Elves flatly refused.

Guoguo stood on Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder and raised its little paw high. It pondered for a bit, then raised another paw, showing two fingers.

"This is impossible, you can’t ask for too much." Prince Moore shook his head vigorously.

"Damn it!" Liu Zhenhan’s previous gentlemanly demeanor was long gone. He roughly tugged open his collar, put his foot on the chair, and snarled, "At least this many! Even one less and I won’t agree!"

"Ladies, let’s stop discussing the ownership of the War Ancient Trees for now. We haven’t decided whether or not to return to the Surface yet." The conservative Drow queen mother also spoke up.

"Let’s not rush that! Once the terms of negotiation are confirmed, it’s never too late to discuss. The crux of your argument lies in choosing a guardian for the fallen ritual and the success rate. We have to try this sooner or later." Liu Zhenhan stared at each of the queen mothers.

Seeing the conflicted expressions on the faces of the fallen elves, Liu Zhenhan emphasized, "I’m providing you with an exit to the Surface World located in the vast plains of Kalimdo. The area is sparsely populated. With your strength, you can first occupy Mount Azeroth and defend yourself. Twenty War Ancient Trees will definitely suffice! Then, you can gather the scattered elves, whether they are fallen or good, druids too. Alongside the mutual guardianship of Beamon Kingdom and yourselves, you can both attack and defend. By then, no one will underestimate you!"

Upon hearing these words, all the fallen elves, including the conservatives, were clearly moved. More than ten thousand years ago, the plain of Kalimdo was owned by the most powerful nation, the Bimon Empire, and most elves resided in deep forests. They could only dream about settling down in the fertile land of Kalimdo.

Although there were several doubts, the fallen elves were mostly filled with excitement! Excitement! Excitement!

"Sorry, but we cannot agree to your request. You can propose another exchange condition, such as, we can give you a hundred of our most beautiful elves." You Yue’er, the queen mother insisted, "The War Ancient Trees are ten thousand years old. Even the Great Elf Empire of the past didn’t possess such ancient War Ancient Trees. Our bottom line can only be two trees, which already represents our utmost sincerity."

"A forcefully taken fig is tasteless. If you really disagree, then let’s forget about it. We can discuss the elven beauty later. Let’s talk about practical matters now. I need materials to construct a magic teleportation array." Liu Zhenhan had just seen the fervent gaze of these fallen elves and hardened his heart, pushing his demands to the extreme, "Due to the complexity of the magic teleportation array, the manufacturing process requires top-grade magic crystals for power assistance."

"What level of top-grade magic crystal do you need?" Prince Moore hastily interjected. The Blood Elves weren’t subjected to the sunlight punishment as the Dark Elves were and were thus most enthusiastic about returning to the Surface World. Having just rejected one of the conditions set by Lord Liu, Moore felt somewhat apprehensive.

"I need magic crystals of the Super-level Warcraft level. We need two for a two-way magic array." Liu Zhenhan’s eyes rolled around, full of craftiness.

The fallen elves immediately stared blankly. Super-level Warcrafts have high physical and magic resistance. It’s terrifying just getting close to them, let alone slaying them. They would require a huge number of casualties to achieve that. What’s worse, most Super-level Warcrafts can fly. If they are losing, they can escape, rendering ground troops useless. How would it be possible for the Eagle-Bull people of these two fallen elven races to hunt down Super-level Warcrafts? Bat knights and Chimaera knights may stand a chance, but their numbers are too few for a decisive kill. Instead, they might end up being pummeled into mush by the Super-level Warcraft.

"This is unrealistic; how dare we disturb the Hell Black Dragon and the Evil-eye Tyrant." Prince Moore immediately shook his head.

"Are you joking with us?" A group of Drow queen mothers also frowned.

"Why must you go to the Poso Continent? There are four major Warcrafts on the Furious Flame Continent. The Hellhound and Acathurte have disappeared mysteriously, but the Six-winged Flame Demon and Flame Lord are still there. You Drow queen mothers can summon Hell Black Dragons to assist in battle, and Prince Moore can summon the Evil-eye Tyrant. You already have a large number of troops in the Molten Giant Valley, so what’s the big deal with dealing with these two Warcrafts?" Liu Zhenhan said with a smile.