Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 741 - 160: Silent Fortune_4

Chapter 741: Chapter 160: Silent Fortune_4

Since the Guard Army has already been dispatched, and it suggests that the Flame Lord could potentially be awakened by the harassment of the hawk Taurus warriors in the small squad, a decisive battle seems imminent. All of the Elves’ air armies are ready to strike, stretching the front line to the skies above the inner circle of the swamp. Although the Lava Swamp makes it impossible for the infantry to push forward, as long as they withstand this round and lure out the Flame Lord, their mission will be considered accomplished.

After all, until now, the corrupted elves have not exhausted all their secret weapons. The four birdwing crossbow cars that the expeditionary army brought have already been set up on the volcanic terrain. The joint-forces of Troll bat riders and eight hundred two-headed chimera knights are also ready to strike. The 1,800 elite air forces are unavoidable unless the Flame Lord suddenly gained an ability to fly.

"Let’s withdraw a bit further back." Liu Zhenhan waved his hand cheerfully and alerted the feilen militia beside him.

Heavy footsteps echoed as they trod upon the surging lava, with the twisted-horned Bato demons and the mighty Salt Frost Giant’s terrifying and massive figures revealed in the darkness. Behind them, the silhouettes of the robust Tauren warriors could be seen. All the elven warriors stared nervously in front, tightly clutching their weapons as they swallowed anxiously.

Liu Zhenhan, along with a large number of militiamen, stood overlooking the battlefield from a slope several hundred yards away. Ruona and Daisy each held a Div Water Crystal Ball in their hands, anxiously recording the upcoming battle from two angles.

Two Blood Elf Mages and about twenty Drow Mages were waiting not too far below the slope. Troops of Dark Slaves and skeleton soldiers replenished the first line’s meat shield under the Drow Mages’ magical chants.

"Oh, spirits of the dark night, please respond to my summon. Show me the beauty of strength and spirit in this darkness, bestowing upon me the exquisiteness of eternal passion and immortal glory..." Liu Zhenhan muttered, following the magical chants of these Drow Mages, shaking his head and swaying his body.

"You actually know Ancient Elvish?" Daisy and Ruona’s beautiful eyes widened at Liu Zhenhan, almost dropping the Div Water Crystal Ball in their shaky hands.

"I am already an honorable expatriate elf." Old Liu smirked and continued, "Upon becoming a ’Night Watcher,’ I have obtained a talent that cannot be mentioned casually, which is the inheritance of Ancient Elvish... After all, I am also a terrestrial servant of Spider Queen Rose. If I don’t glorify Rose to the Drow using the elvish language, wouldn’t that be absurd?"

Even the most experienced mistresses were not aware of the watcher’s reward behind the fallen ritual. Women in love are always foolish. They naively believed Richard’s words that becoming a watcher was just about defeating the powerful servants of Spider Queen Rose.

The "Cobweb Art" and "Shadow Assault" rewards of the "Night Watcher," although not considered extraordinary talents, delighted the mistresses for some time. Now, Old Liu’s unexpected talents in mastering the unpopular Ancient Elvish were a delight. For ordinary Beamon, inheriting Ancient Elvish might be of more practical value than the two rare talents "Wind Catching and Shadow Catching." For a Beamon priest, the advantages of this unusual talent are evident. In a Beamon’s battle song, the final note is either in Ancient Elvish or Dragon Language. Mastering the twisted Ancient Elvish can leapfrog effectiveness, whether teaching apprentices or in self-practice.

Self-practice, for Liu Zhenhan, is clearly a pipe dream given the curse of the "Blood Sacrifice," it has irreversibly eliminated any possibility of his further progress in war songs. However, instructing others is completely feasible--not only in war songs, but this limitation also applies to some pitch scales of Magic as well. Thus, the emergence of a boss proficient in the Ancient Elvish language may not lead to rapid promotion of Fei Lengcui’s priest and Mage. It’s not overreaching to expect some improvement. Just for this reason, everyone was delighted, just as if they had drunk honey, sweet from head to toe.

The cheer was quickly squashed by Liu Zhenhan. This matter couldn’t be revealed to the Dark Elves. There has been no case in history where the Dark Elves successfully completed the falling ritual. Even they might not have experienced the benefits of the falling ceremony as Liu Zhenhan did, who had been through it firsthand. Maybe the Spider Queen Rose would never have imagined that someone in this world could complete this impossible task! Or even less likely, that a Beamon priest, known for his weak physique across the continent, could do such a thing. The minor rewards of the watcher, if acquired by a warrior, would indeed not be of much use.

The three dim-witted palace eunuchs quickly reacted. Fat Luo, with his carrot-thick finger poking at their boss’s chest, scanning with white pupils, remained speechless for a long while. He finally figured out why Liu had insisted on copying the Blood Magic and Sword Manual, written in ancient elf text, and returning the original to Prince Benitez.