Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 718 - 153 Ruthless_1

Chapter 718: Chapter 153 Ruthless_1

"They dare to act so arrogantly here!" Upon seeing a few Bimon warriors glancing at him, Prince Benitez felt somewhat humiliated as he watched the wolf-legged spider chariots disappearing into the distance, disdainfully spitting: "If our main Moore cavalry with saber-toothed beast chariots were here, I wouldn’t be Rafael of noble surname, Prince Moore, if I didn’t trample them all flat!"

"Your Highness, I absolutely believe in the Moore warriors’ battling prowess and bravery. I’ve experienced it personally," Vieri flattered the prince with sugary insincerity: "However, as your friend, it is my responsibility to remind you, to my knowledge, in the Aegean Continent since ancient times, only Goblin traders have the secret technique used to rear giant beasts. Even the beast trainers at our Bimon Temple seem somewhat lacking in this aspect. Due to their faith in the Spider Queen Rose, the Drow’s wolf-legged spiders are more convenient and faster in their rearing and training than the Moore’s tamed saber-toothed beasts. Perhaps I shouldn’t put it this way, but changes in quantity can lead to changes in quality..."

"What you said makes sense," Prince Benitez too was a bit pensive: "So far our chariot unit has no more than two hundred and fifty, a large amount of Moore lives are sacrificed each year to train the saber-toothed beasts, however those damned Drow boast of a thousand of these wolf-legged spider chariots!"

"A ratio of one to four is still acceptable," Vieri consoled the prince while simultaneously secretly taking note of the opposing cavalry force in his heart.

If this idiotic chariot unit is in the Donau Wasteland, they will have to pick their paths carefully come autumn. If they cross over an area with wild grass as high as a person, the grass stems will undoubtedly jam the chariot’s wheels. Vieri thought cunningly.

I wonder what would happen if they clashed with the Korina cavalry troops? Vieri’s mind conjured up a scene in which a mammoth elephant tramples the wolf-legged spiders into smithereens, causing him to nearly burst into laughter.

"The Drow’s spider mounts aren’t bad, stable and efficient with their eight legs. I have yet to find a suitable mount for myself," hearing Vieri and the Prince discuss the cavalry, the little giant, Iverson, was reminded of past grievances and started to sigh.

"Marshal also doesn’t have a mount, quite a pity. He has acrophobia, otherwise this time for sure, he would have a two-headed Chimaera," Fat Luo felt somewhat disgraced. Two of the four dragon imperial guards to the Feilengcui Lord were disappointingly unmounted.

"There is a type of giant sword spider here at the Drow’s that would suit your size. Each Rose Temple keeps one to watch and guard the premises. Why don’t you ask your boss to help you with that... hmm... although it might be a bit difficult, after all, it is the property of the temple." Prince Benitez glanced at Iverson, the prince found it strange that the dwarf would ask for a mount. The surface dwarves are indeed fascinating.

Little did Iverson know, after tidying up for his boss, nobody actually recognized him as a pure-blooded giant anymore. Lost in delusion about mounts, his eyes lit up upon hearing the prince’s words. Perhaps, he, himself, hadn’t expected that there could be a mount suitable for his size.

"What’s the point of asking them? We can think of other ways..." Fat Luo rubbed his chin, shooting a glance at the little giant and made a meaningful face.

The three misfits exchanged a brief, silent, and understood glance, laughing like thieves.

Prince Moore Benitez did not notice this minor detail. His attention was attracted to the wax demon at the entrance of the Rose Temple. Acting as the hourglass for the fallen ceremony, the flames on the wax demon unwittingly turned dark blue. Although just a bit of wax was left, on the brink of burnout, this cluster of dark blue flames had notably lost the rapidity and force of its initial burning.

This sudden change left Prince Moore somewhat puzzled. He had never heard of such a thing occurring during Drow’s fallen ceremony! Richard still hasn’t come out after such a long time; could it be that the fallen ceremony might actually succeed?

Prince Moore’s heart suddenly drummed harder, his fingers subconsciously reaching out to grasp something. Turning around to say something to the three Feilengcui guards, he finds that the three guileful figures have already stepped onto the steps of the Rose Temple. Two stalwart figures hold up the elven priests at the entrance for a nonsensical chat, and a small figure sneaks into the temple through their gaps.

Prince Benitez raises an eyebrow.

The dark blue flames lingering on the ground from the wax demon flickered twice before finally extinguishing. A faint blessing sound resonated above the Rose Temple, a white beam of light piercing through the sky. This light refracted towards the deep horizon in all directions, droplets of star-like glitter descended like unseen snowfall, sung about in the hearts of the fallen elves underground for countless years.

It’s a miracle! It’s an absolute miracle! Prince Moore’s mouth agape in a big ’O’, while joy came so unexpectedly, and also so unbelievably. Although eagerly longing for this news, upon its arrival, even the Moore as an outsider—blood elves—felt they had not mentally prepared enough for such a divine blessing.