Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 705 - 148: The Wall Ladder was Dismantled_1

Chapter 705: Chapter 148: The Wall Ladder was Dismantled_1

"I am very satisfied with this explanation," Prince Moore nodded.

"Your Highness, this suggestion might not be the best one, right?" The Drow matrons immediately objected, "We Drow are not leaving the underground, why should you Moore rush to the surface first?"

"Then you should quickly hold your ceremony! Then you can come out with us," Prince Benitez angrily said, "We Moore can’t always be dragged down by you, could we? We’ve signed a pact of mutual watchfulness and assistance, but you Drow always delay things. Isn’t that a bit too much?"

"The choice for the Rite of Fall must be made carefully!" The Drow matron You Yue’er’s tone was also very confrontational, "It seems the Drow don’t need guidance from the Moore in how we go about our business, do we?"

Prince Moore got up abruptly. Initially, the conversation was cordial between the two sides, but just after two or three sentences, the harmonious atmosphere became tense. The Moore and the Drow began a fierce exchange, with several of the Blood Elf warriors even drawing their Calyx Longswords, and a few Drow warriors also unsheathed their curved blades in response.

"Stop it!" Lord Richard kicked the tea table in front of him and roared angrily, "Carry out the fall ceremony first. You don’t agree to bring a portion of you back to the surface, and yet you don’t trust your kind without yourselves. What on earth do you want to do? If this really won’t work, then forget it! Pretend I never said anything. Stay in the underground and waste your days! I’ll take all the Difeng Giants and Taurens away and not disturb and you self-important people!"

The Drow matrons and Prince Moore were in the middle of a heated argument, when they saw Lord Richard’s face change and reveal his fury, they gradually stopped speaking. Lord Richard glared fiercely at the Swan priest, whose few words had completely messed up the stable situation here.

"After all, you have not understood one thing to this day," Lord Richard stared at the big group of fallen elves, "For you all, returning to the surface is a great and unreachable dream, but for me, it’s as easy as a flick of the wrist! The Turtleman from the Mordel clan can live for ten thousand years, while you elves only have a lifespan of two thousand years. For a Turtleman, living for two thousand years is as normal as taking a nap. Everyone envies the Turtleman, but do you know what that means? It’s innate advantage! It’s divine favoritism! To me, using a magic teleportation array to bring you back to the surface is as normal as the ten-thousand-year lifespan of a Turtleman! Perhaps this point is astonishing in the eyes of other races."

"It’s just this simple reason, I don’t understand why you can’t get it!" Prince Moore was beaming with delight.

Seeing the eight Drow matrons nod in agreement, Lord Richard couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just as his heart was about to settle, Lord Mourinho spoke up again.

"The underground is a rich world indeed! My Ladies and Your Highness, there is not so much open-air metallic mineral deposit on the surface of the Aegean Continent! I, on behalf of the Bimon Kingdom as the Swan Clan’s hereditary tribe leader and one of the twelve primary priests, politely invite the Drow Dark Elves and Moore Blood Elves to select a location on the southern bank of the Sanggan River in the Donau Wasteland! The Wasteland, thousands of miles of fertile land, has the freshest air and the bluest sky, and the beautiful coniferous forest at the foot of Mount Tamerlarya could provide both of your elf races with the best city location," Lord Mourinho, knowing exactly what to say to completely disrupt Lord Richard’s plan, spoke solemnly.

"Primitive Ancient Origin?" Whether it was the Drow or the Moore, their impressions of the Donau Wasteland stopped over ten thousand years ago, so upon hearing the Swan Priest say this, their brows furrowed deeply.

"Respected Swan Priest, your intent seems to be far less considerate compared to Lord Richard. Lord Richard advised us to choose Mount Azeroth in the plains of Kalimdo, which seems to be more suitable for elves to live in because it is obviously more prosperous and beautiful than the Donau Wasteland," the Matron You Yue’er chuckled.

"The plains of Kalimdo are now surrounded on all sides by powerful human nations. If this decision was really made, it would be too abrupt and careless for the matrons and princes who have not had time to understand the current world situation on the surface." Mourinho certainly knew what to say at this time, "My Ladies and Your Highness, do you know what stage human technology has reached now?"

"Humans...hehe...I know they are actually Mank monkey men of your Bimon race. I have heard a bit about them, according to the Bimon who came to the underground, the Mank and the Bimon Kingdom went to war and it seemed like the Bimon were beaten quite badly," Matron You Yue’er looked at Lord Richard, then looked at the Swan Priest, a mocking smile on her face.

"The strengths and weaknesses of humans are equally obvious. They are tenacious, creative, and ambitious. This is a race where heroes are bred in abundance. Humans use their strong reproductive ability to guarantee the prosperity of their own race and ensure that heroes are born in every period. Among the four major tribes of the Bimon in the past, the Beast race Mank doesn’t have strong bodies nor particularly boastful wisdom. However, they use their collective strength to now dominate the entire continent. If you say that they do not have extraordinary places, do you believe that, My Ladies and Your Highness?" Mourinho scoffed, "Do you know how high the shooting radius of human crossbows and catapults are? Do you know how strong their armored cavalry is? Do you know how many branches their mages have evolved now?"