Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 703 - 147: The Stratagem of Zhang Liang, The Chief Priest of the Swan_2

Chapter 703: Chapter 147: The Stratagem of Zhang Liang, The Chief Priest of the Swan_2

Liu Zhenhan’s jaw dropped, nearly hitting the ground, as the term "intimate" used by Prince Benitez to describe the relationship between the Swann High Priest and the Drow Elves sent his mind racing.

"Prince Moore, your proposal doesn’t seem much like a welcome to a distant friend, does it?" With a faint hint of mockery in his smile, Lord Mourinho looked askance at Prince Benitez, saying calmly, "As a nobleman, I’ll reject your form of extortion, even if it means risking my life."

"Your strength truly inspires us; forgive my underhanded strategy," Prince Benitez laughed heartily, "It is no easy task to ask you to sacrifice your life."

"Prince Benitez, our Drow Matriarchs’ elemental power declines dramatically after initiating the Fallen Ritual. If this Swann High Priest suddenly attacks us while disregarding the safety of the Drow, won’t it put us Matriarchs at risk?" After a brief discussion, Mother You Yue’er seemed to have finally decided on a course of action: "All of us Matriarchs have decided that, if Lord Mourinho hands over your Medusa Badge to us for sealing, all of the Drow Matriarchs promise that after the safe conclusion of the Fallen Ritual, we will return the Medusa Badge intact to the High Priest."

"That’s impossible." Liu Zhenhan, who had been silent all this while, sneered at hearing this absurd suggestion: "Demanding a priest to hand over his badge, how can you even suggest such a thing?"

To the Beamon, who value honor more than life itself, Mother You Yue’er’s proposal indeed seemed somewhat unreliable. This proposal, in essence, is no different than forcing the High Priest to resign in face of difficulty.

"You’ve finally spoken up for me, dear Richard," said Lord Mourinho, looking at Liu Zhenhan with an easy smile.

"We are all Beamon, of course my heart is with you, my Lord." With Lord Mourinho’s comment, Liu Zhenhan was a little embarrassed. He didn’t find it honorable being involved in an internal strife amongst his own people, even though he didn’t believe Lord Mourinho held any good intentions towards him.

"If Lord Mourinho can’t bear to part with the Medusa Badge, then we Drows would rather give up your candidacy for Guardian and choose someone else." It was Mother You Yue’er who had initially been most in favor of pushing Mourinho for the Fallen Ritual, but now she was its most active opponent.

Prince Benitez leaned over and whispered some gossip in Liu Zhenhan’s ear about the Dark Elves and their population. Dark Elves only numbered around fifty thousand, while the Blood Elves had a population of a hundred thousand. Furthermore, the Blood Elves had the powerful Gray Dwarves as their vassal clan. So, in the early confrontations between the Dark and the Blood Elves, the Dark Elves always suffered losses. They used dubious methods over the past three thousand years under the guidance of their Matriarchs to make up for the gap in population and number of warriors, successfully producing new generations of half-elf, half-deer Forest Dryads and Forest Guardians. These half-elves inherited strange elemental powers from Cenarius, especially the Forest Guardians. Although the Forest Guardians and the Forest Dryads could not yet form a large army, there were enough to hold a selection process...

According to Prince Benitez, it seems the eight Matriarchs probably had their own agenda today.

Liu Zhenhan listened with great interest.

"Such a pity, I always thought it would be an honor to serve the Drow Elves. It seems the god of war has not bestowed on me this honor." Lord Mourinho nodded politely. Although these words sounded insincere, coming from his mouth they sounded astonishingly true-maybe it was all real after all.

"There will be other opportunities in the future." One of the Matriarchs presented Lord Mourinho with a seductive autumn smile, sparking with electricity.

If this smile were aimed at Liu Zhenhan, he would definitely believe this Drow Matriarch to be full of charm. But since she was aiming at the Swann High Priest, Liu immediately thought this Drow Matriarch was pretentious.

"I’ve been in Mosoburada City for a while now. If there’s no need for me, I think it’s time for me to go home." Lord Mourinho looked around in all directions with a charming, lethal glance that made all the female elves around him swoon. "I wanted to voice my own request after agreeing to yours, but now that Mother You Yue’er has rejected my volunteerism, I have no choice but to bluntly express my thoughts...you owe me an explanation regarding the remnants of the Bode Clan, don’t you?"

"There are nearly fifty thousand Eagle-Bull people in Mosoburada." Mother You Yue’er smiled sweetly: "Respected Lord Mourinho, Moore and the Drow together have a force of five to six hundred thousand Eagle-Bull and Cow-Eagle people. Even if we were willing to let them go, how many could you take? Don’t forget, our Drow and Moore kingdoms are in the Underground World. You came into the Underground World with your two super magic pets and are yourself one of the three people here."