Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 701 - 146: A Thief’s Bite Imprints Deeply_5

Chapter 701: Chapter 146: A Thief’s Bite Imprints Deeply_5

The Black Domain Continent, where the two fallen Elven tribes settled, is the only continent in the three tiered Underground World that doesn’t have any Super-level Warcraft. This is possibly a main reason why the Fallen Elves had settled here. In Liu Zhenhan’s sinister plan, even if he successfully occupies the Underground World, the first place he will likely develop is the Furious Flame Continent on the first layer. Naturally, Liu couldn’t tolerate any powerful magical beasts being stationed in the first layer of the Underground World. If the Hell Black Dragon or Evil-eye Tyrant had a fight with the Six-winged Flame Demon or the Flame Lord, damage would be inevitable. Liu Zhenhan, with the possession of the Fairy Dragon, Benitez, Gerein and other strong generals, would inevitably run into conflict against the Hell Black Dragon or Evil-eye Tyrant eventually. Be it weakening the Super-level Warcraft on the Furious Flame Continent of the first layer or the Poso Continent of the third layer, it could only benefit him. He could even pick up the leftovers, an activity he was adept at. The only regret according to the Soul Wanderers is that Acathurte, who resides at the edge of the desert of the Furious Flame Continent, had gone to the Surface World through the Gang Wind Trench and the three-headed hellhound had been killed by Lord Mourinho. This indirectly helped Liu Zhenhan, but also made him feel a little regretful.

The malice from Liu Zhenhan did not stop there. A significant reason prompting him to propose this to the Fallen Elves was the six hundred thousand Eagle-Bull men under the Fallen Elves’ command. These Eagle-Bull men, even if their fighting power was far inferior to that of standard Goliaths, still represented a vast air force. How could Liu let the Fallen Elves return to the Surface World without any losses?

’I’ll have you suffer some losses before we say anything.’ Liu Zhenhan secretly sneered.

As for whether the magic teleportation array required Magic Crystals, Liu was convinced that these Fallen Elves’ understanding of magic was already outdated. Not deceiving them seemed a waste, he had no big use for a few more top-grade Magic Crystals, but Helen certainly did.

"Any battle of this scale is bound to have risks. Both the Hell Black Dragon and the Evil-eye Tyrant are clever creatures. They aren’t foolish." After a long hesitation, the Drow Matriarchs shook their heads.

"So what do the Hell Black Dragon and Evil-eye Tyrant do for you ordinarily?" Liu Zhenhan wondered.

"They enjoy the food we tribute." The Drow Matriarchs looked at each other, somewhat reluctantly admitting, "Under normal circumstances, they would first gauge the power of their opponents. Unless they are directly provoked, they would not take any rash risks."

"Interesting." Liu Zhenhan laughed, "So your protectors are just that – an idea. I can’t imagine what situation could arise in the underground world that would require their assistance."

"Sometimes life is helpless." You Yue’er, the Drow Matriarch, said softly, "But if we return to the Surface, it wouldn’t be a problem. Hell Black Dragon and Evil-eye Tyrant are prisoners under the jurisdiction of the Surface Dragon Clan, they don’t have the courage to return to the surface and face the Fairy Dragon and Seven-colored Dragon."

"Lord Richard, do you not possess two powerful magical beasts? Actually, you could take care of the problem of obtaining magic crystals." The Prince of the Blood Elves was quick to take advantage of the situation.

Liu Zhenhan’s cold snort made Prince Moore feel like an idiot.

This scam was getting more ridiculous as it went on. Fat Luo and a few of the other guards exchanged glances, silently praising their boss’s ruthlessness.

As the Fallen Elves both cursed the harsh conditions proposed by their lord and struggled to relinquish this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, there was an awkward silence.

"This condition is too harsh", said the Matriarch of Mosoburada City, an adamant advocate,"unless we could obtain the support of your two Super-level Warcraft."

"Ten War Ancient Trees." said Liu Zhenhan, he had been waiting for this.

"No!" Almost reflexively, the Drow Matriarchs resolutely opposed, but Prince Moore was obviously wavering, his face showing clear hesitation.

After a moment of awkward silence, the fallen elves argued heatedly amongst themselves in Elven language, their faces all red and forlorn. Prince Moore was visibly anxious with veins standing out on his face.

"As long as you can help us hunt the magic crystals and successfully migrate to the surface, we agree to your request." After a period of discussion, Prince Moore, on behalf of all the Fallen Elves, spoke in a tough tone, "But at most only six War Ancient Trees. You did say that if we were to occupy Mount Azeroth, we would need the help of twenty War Ancient Trees."

Liu Zhenhan truly regretted his previous blunders, but he could admit the offered terms were favorable. He almost agreed on the spot, but managed a semblance of hesitation. Maintaining a painful expression, he hid his joy while subtly nodding his head. "Alright, but we must add a condition: two hundred skilled gray dwarf blacksmiths."

"While this condition is a bit difficult..." sighed Prince Moore. "But we Moore elves will overcome any difficulty to support you."

"Don’t be too hasty in your happiness, honorable Prince Benitez." The leading conservative among the drows of Mosoya, Lady Nong of Mosoburada City, scoffed. "Firstly, we don’t have any plan for preparing food or setting up a normal life when we reach the surface. The crops of cave dwellers don’t grow in sunlight. Also, don’t forget the most important thing: we haven’t held the fall ceremony yet."

"Lord Richard, did you know about the two-headed chimaera and the war ancient tree before you came here? How come the conditions you ask for are so coincidental to our situation?" the detail-oriented conservative Drow Lady from Mosolrol City questioned.

"Uh..." Liu Zhenhan broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly recovered: "...it’s like this... originally I wanted to ask for two hundred beautiful elf maidens in exchange. But now... this condition is automatically cancelled."

"So our double-headed chimera and war ancient tree are really not worth anything." A few Drow ladies shook their heads with bitter smiles.

"For freedom, both can be thrown away." Liu Zhenhan said, laughing.

"Now the difficult problem remaining is resolving the fall ceremony!" Yue’er, the Drow matron of Mosoburada City, slowly rose from her seat: "Let’s summon the Swan Sacrificer."

"You need to capture all the naive Drow who are close to him first, otherwise you can’t threaten a Phoenix Sacrificer." Prince Moore repeatedly reminded.

Matron Yue nodded heavily and hinted to the surrounding Drow martial arts masters.

Liu Zhenhan only regretted one thing: he should have asked Nana to use the Div Crystal to make a crystal ball, maybe he could have blackmailed them again.

Then again, it wasn’t realistic. How could the Swan High Priest fall for such small tricks of the Drow? Threatening Mourinho, someone who has fought on the battlefield for years, with human lives was just laughable. If Mourinho was that naive, he would not be the legendary sacrifice of the kingdom.

The Drow still believe that the world is divided into clear camps of good and evil like it was over ten thousand years ago.

The present world is different from the past. It’s no longer about good or evil, but about one’s position.

Unless something unexpected happens, he would eventually have to enter the battlefield himself. Although he came prepared, Liu Zhenhan felt a little worried inside about the huge threat posed by this fall ceremony.

Liu Zhenhan’s eyes moved to the space ring on his index finger, where his secret weapon was hidden.

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