Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 706 - 148: The Climbing Ladder is Dismantled_2

Chapter 706: Chapter 148: The Climbing Ladder is Dismantled_2

"You all are ignorant." The High Swan Priest mercilessly chided the proud elves, their nonchalance gradually turning into solemnity, as Old Liu clutched his chair tightly.

"I’ve seen Lord Richard’s archers sniping our mages of Moore from a safe distance," Prince Benitez seriously said, "The distance was two thousand yards. The shields of the Gray Dwarf soldiers were too short, unable to provide full protection to the mages."

A collective gasp exploded from the Drow Matrons.

"My archer was an exception. Normally, a human crossbow can’t fire from that far away, and human crossbow bolts cannot be equipped with Annihilation Armor-piercing magic-breaking arrows. Don’t let the high priest’s words startle you," Liu Zhenhan decided against throwing the chair and calmly said, "Creating Magic-breaking arrows is not easy, and no one can mass-produce them."

"Multispecies cover is not a big problem for us. After one or two adaptive battles, or by getting some information about human campaigns, I am confident we can adapt quickly," Prince Moore stroked his chin, pulling a hint of a smile on his lips, "The blood elves under our command have a large number of dwarf blacksmiths, along with the skilled craftsmen among us dark elves. Given time and material, it’s not difficult to mimic new weapons."

"If your chosen home on the surface is the Donau Wasteland, then you’ll have enough time and energy to research everything," High Priest Mourinho casually flicked his platinum hair, "The Donau Wasteland and the powerful human world have only one access point, guarded by our primary Beamon forces, the Wolf Tribe. The vast south bank of Sanggan River is practically unclaimed, only occupied by my vassal clan, and my student, your dear friend Richard, holds the land. Although the Donau Wasteland has a few more bandits, but I think, whether Moore or Drow, when choosing between powerful human kingdoms on all sides or some petty bandits, you will make a perfect choice, right?"

"Your Eminence! Isn’t it inappropriate to make such a move without consulting the Elder Council, the Temple, and His Majesty the King? Even a king does not have the right to privately divide territories," Liu Zhenhan’s pupils constricted as he asked solemnly, looking at the Swan High Priest.

"Dear Richard, although the Donau Wasteland is our Beamon’s territory, you shouldn’t forget that for over a thousand years, south of the Sanggan River, due to numerous bandits, no nobles have been conferred by the kingdom apart from you. This is unclaimed land! Humans have always imposed metal and economic sanctions on us Beamons. You know, the entire kingdom’s Bull soldiers are still wielding wooden totem pillars till now. Only Squadron Leader ranks are equipped with full-body armor. Looking back, at the founding of the kingdom, most of the weapons of the ’Whip of War God’ of our Beamon Imperial Guards were reforged from bronze scraps excavated from the ruins of the ancient gods and demons war!" Lord Mourinho looked seriously at Liu Zhenhan, "Weapons are the basis of a warrior, and warriors are the basis of a country! As long as the two elven races and our Beamon Kingdom reach a strategic cooperation agreement, providing our Beamon Kingdom with a lot of weapons and equipment based on the vast underground metal mines. What’s wrong with demarcating a piece of land at the foot of the meaningless Mount Tamerlarya to build a massive city for the two elven races?"

"How can we allow others to sleep soundly beside our bed? What if your king disagrees and enters a war with us?" A Drow Matron asked sensibly.

"You’re right. According to Beamon values, there is indeed a chance that this assumption could lead to a war. But esteemed Drow Matrons and Princes, you should also remember a fact; after all, I am the hereditary clan leader of the Birdman Beamon Tribes. On the political level, the current King of Beamon is nothing more than the clan leader of the Beast Race Beamon. I do have some privileges in certain political ways. If the Blood Elves and Dark Elves can agree, you can declare to the outside world that you are my vassal tribe ...," the moment the words of the Swan High Priest were spoken, Prince Moore’s face changed immediately. Lord Mourinho waved his hand, not giving Prince Benitez a chance to protest, "I’m sorry, I’m simply referring to the official statement declared to the outside world. We’re doing this to give us all a way out, it’ll look good for the kingdom, and you won’t suffer any losses. As for me, I am always your trustworthy friend."

"Indeed, this is the case. Doing this actually doesn’t harm us at all," the eight Drow matrons were quite open-minded, "In comparison to returning to the surface, a grand event, we care more about the results we get rather than some boring embellishments in a word game. Admitting to allegiance to you doesn’t hurt us a bit. The Drow’s allegiance is always only to the Spider Queen Rose and Scorpion God Nest Farm."

Prince Moore licked his lips, his fingers ceaselessly massaging his temples, his legs shaking as if calculating something.

"False reputations are burdensome, Your Highness. I think for you, you should understand my painstaking efforts," Mourinho looked at the prince and said. Although Prince Moore did not like this High Swan Priest, at this time, he had to nod in agreement.