Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 747 - 162: Gold Medal Substitute _1

Chapter 747: Chapter 162: Gold Medal Substitute _1

"Despicable surface creatures!" The Flame Lord roared, raising both hands to the sky, swiftly chanting a string of thunderous magic spells. The cryptic spells gathered the abundant fire elemental energy from the surroundings, and at the subdued ending note, a massive meteor shower fell from the sky. It first penetrated through the dense formation of the air knights, then brutally exploded within the crowd on the ground. With the sound of gigantic hammers pounding the ground again and again, the ground moaned, the air trembled, making it almost believable that one has been transported into a volcanic plateau from primordial times. This severe magic bombardment not only engulfed the Drow soldiers but even swept up some of the Ymir minotaurs and fire-dwelling fish people. The Ymir minotaurs, with their fire immunity, could not withstand this double assault of physics and magical flames, uttering heavy mournful moos as they collapsed. The fiery onslaught of the meteor shower continued relentlessly, the burning flames licked their rightful prey, turning the fat into black smoke.

Liu was stunned early on when the Flame Lord was preparing his spells and had led a large group of emerald centaurs to hide behind the slope. In front of them, the mages of Drow and Moore were desperately constructing a magic barrier. All the high ranks of the fallen elves were gathered here, hoarsely directing the chaotic soldiers. Liu, who was happily spared, repeatedly praised that fire magic is undoubtedly the top-ranked magic in terms of mass destruction, and the underground is indeed where the most fire elements are gathered. A major magic spell was summoned in the blink of an eye.

While he marveled, he clicked his tongue to express his admiration. Gerein had already been taken into Guoguo’s Medusa Badge, and Moer had sent Gerein to hide somewhere unknown. At present, the emerald centaurs were only waiting for one last opportunity to strike and honour their Lord by allowing them to absorb some magic energy with the newly acquired fallen magic, then achieving two ends with one throw, replacing a stronger ring spirit.

After releasing this powerful magic spell, the Flame Lord obviously also expended a lot of magic power, no longer releasing any other fire magic, but instead scooped out handfuls of thick flowing magma from the cracked ground, slapping it onto the wound on his arm.

The range of this meteor rain was extensive, the wide sea of fire that subsequently formed indirectly interrupted the attack route of Ymir’s minotaurs and the magical beasts. Under frustration, Ymir’s minotaurs, with a horde of magical beasts, retreated back to the Flame Lord’s side. By then, the Forest Guardians and River Immortals on the flanks of the volcanoes had been thoroughly wiped out by the Salt-Frosted Giants and Bato Demons. Seeing the enemy forces returning and realizing that the situation was beyond salvation, the Elven Air Forces backed off wisely.

Except for part of the magical beasts that appeared rather unintelligent, still gnawing at the edges of the sea of fire and bellowing hoarse roars towards their opponents across, most of the magical beasts were neatly put down by the mages. The majority of the magical beasts were like docile kittens, cozying up next to the Flame Lord, bravely emitting threatening roars, licking their own blood and others to replenish the rapidly draining energy.

From the depths of the swamp, small groups of magical beasts continued to spring out, replenishing the ranks beside the Flame Lord. Among these magical beasts, many were unnameable even by the Antelope Warriors, fierce in appearance, and seemingly all possessing substantial fire magic abilities.

A brutal battle with no idle chatter cost the original thirty thousand-strong coalition of fallen elves severely. Just the air forces alone had a casualty of close to four thousand, while two allied forces of Eagle-Bull people had deserted the battleground, almost eight hundred elite knights were annihilated, and the overall formation was almost entirely disrupted. In the confined sky, they had to rely on suicide attack tactics, depleting one batch before replacing it with another. Although having an advantage in terms of soldiers, the Elven Air Forces struggled without the advantage of magic. Despite exterminating the Flame Feathered Serpents and Salt Winged Flying Lizards, they paid a price at a five to one ratio. Due to the lack of aerial firepower support, the ground forces suffered even more terribly. Being squeezed in the volcano crevice, tens of thousands of men were crammed together. Furthermore, the enemy being a group of powerful beings, reliant on fire magic, compounded with the disadvantage of close combat, has whittled the original ten thousand River Immortals down to just over four thousand. Among them, around half of the soldiers who died in battle were trampled to death by their own men during the retreat.

Commander Jalincha was almost brought to tears. Merely one confrontation, just one, had cost him almost one-third of his troops, causing the morale to hit rock bottom. And now positioned at their home base, the enemy seemingly has an inexhaustible supply of troops, how was he to continue the fight?

Fighting through brute-force was an option, but any commander who insisted on fighting hard and refusing to retreat under such terrible circumstances would have to bear the responsibility. This is because it’s the lives of people at stake! It would be easier to deal with the Flame Lord, but he is a Flame Lord who breeds magical beast fighters, and that’s going to be a problem.

Commander Jalincha was caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Despicable creatures! Even the Hell Black Dragon and the Evil-eye Tyrant might not dare to agitate me. What gave you pathetic bodies the audacity to challenge my, the Flame Lord, Basturk’s mighty reputation?" The Flame Lord’s dialect was heavily accented with goblin-speak in common continental language. However, the voice was too enormous. These ultra-level magical beasts that enjoyed devouring lacked any language talent. Just like Gerein, as long as there was a vocal component, they could extract any language knowledge they wanted from the living sacrifices’ memories.