Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 810 - 178: Situation Unclear_4

Chapter 810: Chapter 178: Situation Unclear_4

Every regular Knight of the Order could summon a retinue, so in the end, this Order was bound to be much larger than a single legion, and could very well be as large as five or six legions. With the High Priest setting his sights on converting fallen Elves, the Order could provide him with numerous convenient conditions... Without spending a penny of his own, he profited from a substantial military force, reaping benefits left and right—indeed, cunning and sly.

As for Brut hinting at recruiting Medusa, Liu knew it was unlikely to work in front of the High Priest. If Mourinho dared to let Medusa out, he wasn’t afraid of others trying to steal her away.

"I’m simply engaging in cultural infiltration, my dear Dennis. Don’t be so surprised," the Swan High Priest said with a smile, watching the White Tiger shaman, "Just relying on force will never truly conquer the hearts of the heretics. The Order should not be an organization that spreads the glory of the God of War solely through killing."

This statement immediately drew vigorous nods from both the Fox and the beautiful Snake-women teacher.

Liu sighed and shook his head with a bitter smile. The Swan High Priest was really good at taking advantage of situations and making offhand comments. The fallen Elves would go ahead with burning, killing, and looting, and then they would appear as benevolent messengers. Who couldn’t be converted?

"Richard, your followers are so outstanding, they would be perfect for joining the Order," Mourinho said, seeing Richard look at him with thieving eyes. "Since both are military forces under the temple, Richard, you should not distinguish between ’us’ and ’them.’"

"No way! The Desert People and Helen have deep-seated enmity, so in this upcoming spring offensive against the Desert People, both Helen and I will definitely participate. We need to organize our followers and join the army," Liu shrugged his shoulders. "I’ve already discussed this with the Great Shaman Qi Dan, so we must proceed. But on the other hand, given the strength of the three Vassal Clans of the Smey, do you really need me to provide troops?"

"You just mentioned the three Vassal Clans. I might as well bring it up with you!" Lord Mourinho snapped his fingers in the direction of a Tauren Beamon who was gobbling up food in a distant seat, calling this Tauren over. To Liu, he said, "This is Noveski, the Frogmen chieftain of the Zodanu Clan under my command. Just a few days ago, I transferred him and his tribe, over two thousand people, from the Sunset Marshes to aid Medusa and the Snake-men in establishing a new homeland here. Since the Zodanu are amphibious, I thought of allowing them to create a new harbor home fifty miles downstream of Feilengcui. In a while, I’ll also incite about a thousand Ostrit Birdmen and Modest Turtleman from the Beamon clan to settle here and help with the resettlement work for Caiyu City."

"This guy’s Tauren, right? How did he become a Frogman?" Liu looked curiously up and down at the Frogman chieftain Noveski. This Beamon had a typical Tauren face and a pair of horns, although at a height of around one meter seventy, he was much shorter than the average Tauren, but he was muscular and sturdy.

"I’m a Bullfrogman," Noveski grinned at Liu, pointing with his finger, "This one must also be a Toadman from our Zodanu Clan, right? I did not expect your lordship to have members of our Zodanu in your ranks."

At this, Yitiao, hearing the comment, touched the blisters on his face and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"If you brought the Bullfrog tribe, then who is that fellow?" Liu pointed at a green-skinned Beamon who was currently charming some Birdman dancers with flamboyant stories, and asked Noveski.

The Beamon had bulging eyes, green skin, big cheeks, and a mouth that stretched to his ears, with webbing between his fingers. He was entertaining a group of Modest Turtleman and the Birdman dancers. In such a gathering, dancers had no place to sit, so those who had finished their dances leaned against the walls of the Red Earth Highland, sitting or laying on the backs of the Modest Turtleman, munching on their rye bread.

"Master, that’s the ’Captain’ from the ship, and those Modest are all old turtles," said the Penguin butler Jabbar, who was changing Guoguo’s napkin without even lifting his head. "That ’Captain’ is a Frogman from the Chekin Clan."

"A Frogman?" Liu’s eyes nearly popped out: "Who else is in the Zodanu Frogmen?"

"Bullfrogmen, Treefrogmen, Toadmen, Rainfrogmen, Bullfrogmen..." The Bullfrog Beamon Noveski grinned broadly at Liu, "My lord, we have many, many distant relatives."

"What about Tree Frogmen?" Liu asked.

"I’ve never heard of such a Beamon from the Zodanu," the Bullfrog Beamon shook his head.

"Enlightened," Liu chuckled.

"Richard, you’ve almost never left the Northeast Province, and yet the Bimon Kingdom is vast. Traveling for high priests is very important for cultivation," Lord Mourinho patted Liu’s shoulder gently. "You should focus on that aspect of your training in the future, so as not to let others think our Sky King High Priest asks such inexplicably odd questions like a human would."

"Speaking of cultivation, I’ve been meaning to ask you about something," Liu pulled Mourinho aside and asked quietly, "High Priest, your twin Phoenix Magic Pets hatched from eggs just a couple of decades ago. How could they possibly be pregnant?"

"Every thousand years, a Phoenix will undergo nirvana and return to egg form. I just happened to sign the contract at the right time when that egg housed twins," Mourinho twisted his neck and told Liu, "Your Magic Butterfly has caused me so much trouble. Not only am I still dizzy, but my Ice Phoenix is already distressed from the pregnancy. It’s a real hassle! Your monk may be skilled in medicine but knows nothing about delivering babies. I know you’re full of clever ideas, is there anything you can do to help me?"

"If you had said so sooner! I’m really good at this!" Liu laughed heartily.

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Sorry for being late!