Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 713 - 149 Win-Win_5

Chapter 713: Chapter 149 Win-Win_5

"If these treasures weren’t so good, I wouldn’t have waited here so long. I wonder if Mother Drow will regret it after I leave." Mourinho snapped his fingers at a human mage in the distance, the mage nodded with understanding. Accompanied by another human swordsman, they headed into the inner city of Morsobrada, seemingly to inform the elves chosen by Mourinho for his departure.

The Swan High Priest turned to Liu Zhenhan and smiled, "My Fire Elemental mage has already reached the level of a Magic Teacher. Without this level of skill, it would be impossible to use that damned ’Return Scroll.’ Otherwise, it would be really difficult to take these treasures away. I must envy you though; a magic teleportation array is much more straightforward."

"Share one Birdwing Crossbow Car with me. I will study its framework and then return it to you," Liu Zhenhan pleaded. He has a Prehistoric Flea, and Nedved’s longbow only extracted one of its leg tendons, leaving five more.

"Study? Heh, this elven weapon supposedly has a one-of-a-kind inner gear structure. Even if there are skilled craftsmen, I fear it would be impossible to replicate, especially considering prehistoric fleas aren’t easy to find. I suggest you forget about it. But... it doesn’t matter, I can give you a Birdwing Crossbow Car," Mourinho looked at old Liu for quite a while before generously smiling. "With the vast reserves of mining deposits providing a solid foundation, the weapons and armor produced by Razor Mountain’s blacksmith shop should not be forgotten by today’s charity."

Seeing my current strength, even the way he speaks has changed. Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but smile in his heart, wondering if the High Priest would still be willing to give him a Birdwing Crossbow Car after finding out that he has the Difeng Giant’s allegiance, powerful military industrial research, and the imminent Mechanical Gao Cen joining him.

No matter how much one plans, there are always unexpected factors that the Swan High Priest couldn’t foresee. Perhaps if Mourinho stayed in the Buer Tribe a little longer, he could learn about the tempting diamond-like value of the Difeng Giant.

Liu Zhenhan found it even more interesting that if, as Master Puskas said, the Silent Moon landed precisely around the Sanggan River then if he could take control of this floating city that can fly in the sky; Who could threaten him in the future?

By then, even if Mourinho exhausts all his mind and effort to instill the underground elves at the foot of the snow mountain, how will they find a way to control me?

Thinking about these things, Liu Zhenhan doesn’t think the situation is too bad. After all, he can’t take all the benefits, letting the old swan have a share is fine. As for these fallen elves, no matter how numerous they are, would they dare to challenge the world by starting a war with a Beamon priest in Beamon territory?

Don’t forget that Drow will also gift 800 two-headed Chimaeras! With their gigantic bodies, carrying Antelope Warriors equipped with returning darts, though they might not be able to compete with Eagle-Bull people in terms of long-distance charging and mobility, they shouldn’t be underestimated in stationary defense, right? Even if their magic power isn’t great, the physical strength of these two-headed chimeras and the Antelope Warriors’ returning crescent blades make them formidable in a battlefield, especially when combined with Gerein, fiery crane, and Pegasus. Even if every Blood Elf bat rider came, what could they do?

If the Dark Elves knew the current aerial force of the Surface World was so weak, and yet they still gave these two-headed chimeras to me, would they regret it to the point of vomiting blood? Liu Zhenhan maliciously anticipated the future faces of these Dark Elves, with a bright smile on his face.

"I must leave, I have to take advantage of Mother You Yue’er’s absence and flee." Mourinho’s cheerful voice interrupted Liu Zhenhan’s inner glee.

Liu Zhenhan looked in the direction the High Priest was looking, four two-headed chimeras were under the control of elf knights. Fluttering their massive meat wings, they were slowly unloading four Birdwing Crossbow Cars from the sky to the city gate location with cables. An ancient war tree next to the drawbridge let out a huge wooden groan, a wooden root foot as thick as a tree was pulling out of the earth like a carrot, leaving earthworms and centipedes scrambling everywhere.

Fat Luo and the others chatting in the distance were shocked, looking surprisingly at the War Ancient Tree walking like a man. The elven guards on the city wall were also puzzled at the sight of the War Ancient Tree and the Birdwing Crossbow Car at the city gate.

"I pray that you will have a smooth fall in the fallen ceremony!" Mourinho nodded to Liu Zhenhan, and deftly stepped onto the drawbridge.

"Wait a minute!" Liu Zhenhan called out, "The magic coordinates of your Return Scroll must be within the mansion of the Southwest Province. Where am I supposed to find you for the Birdwing Crossbow Car? Deliver it here!"

After ten minutes, the scolding of Mother You Yue’er trembled the ground.

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Here is a recommendation for a new book.

About the old swan, please don’t express any opinions about this character. I always planned to sculpt him as a heroic character. If he doesn’t have Liu Zhenhan’s intelligence, then it wouldn’t be a story about legendary priests. Of course, though Liu is a little impulsive, he is definitely not a simple person. Most importantly, this book’s protagonist is him and the author is me.

About the Space Ring, in this book, it is just a trash bin and a crane. There won’t be any long-distance marching scenes in the later Chapters, Liu doesn’t want to dominate the world after all, so there is no problem of overpowered props.

Many brothers doubted the Grey Dwarf’s combat power, wondering why the dwarves were suddenly so powerful. First, I must clarify that the dwarf warriors at the time were all elite centenarian fighters, and the dwarves are not a weak race. They are indeed high-level figures in fantasy novels. Besides, the strong fighters like Mammoth Hippos were all four to five metres tall, so just imagine how hard it would be for them, the size of your house, to bend down and fight with a dwarf only 1.2 to 1.3 metres tall. This is especially true when the dwarfs employed human sea tactic against them, as for those rookie Mastiff People who just got on the battlefield, they can’t be blamed.

As for the heavy casualties of the Medusa warriors, it couldn’t be helped. They can only blame themselves for not being able to resist. Being a mercenary, they should be prepared. If they don’t have vajra, they can’t take on porcelain work.

Three Chapters have been updated today, I wonder if you guys can forgive me for the mistakes from the previous days? I have been awake all day and night.