Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 82 - 82 11 Good Morning Donau Wasteland_1

82: Chapter 11 Good Morning, Donau Wasteland._1 82: Chapter 11 Good Morning, Donau Wasteland._1 The Sea Clan continued to follow the “Penglai” ship’s voyage, forming an indomitable procession, their presence grand.

The majestic silhouette of Mount Tamerlarya revealed itself on the third day, and the Donau Wasteland was finally in sight.

The ship carefully skidded around the drifting icebergs, Gude, who was steering, became more serious.

Liu Zhenhan stood at the bow of the ship, with Guoguo above his head, and they gazed at the cold and mysterious Mount Tamerlarya.

Clouds swirled at the end of the mountain, distant and unreachable.

“Why is the rich Donau Wasteland on the other side of Mount Tamerlarya, instead of a frozen world?” Liu Zhenhan asked Helen a question while scanning the vistas.

“The warm currents brought by the Andes wind can’t surpass the high Tamerlarya mountains and the horizontal Tanggula Peak.

It leaves the spring to the Donau wasteland, leaving the cold forever on the other side of the mountain.” Helen breathed the familiar air and opened her arms.

The old sacrificial robe fluttered in the wind, and a flower-like smile hung on Helen’s face.

“If the devastating Forbidden Curse magic by the great human mages was used to blast a large hole in the middle of Mount Tamerlarya, wouldn’t it allow the warm and humid air to cross the insurmountable snow mountain and turn the other side of the mountain into another Donau Wasteland!

How great would that be!” Liu Zhenhan was full of emotion.

“Your brain is filled with all these bizarre ideas?” Ning Yu could not help but laugh.

She didn’t usually laugh, but when she did, it left Liu Zhenhan feeling boneless and staring blankly.

“He is a pig!

What else could he think of if not these weird ideas?” Avril gave Liu Zhenhan a look and hid behind the deck, only daring to gaze at the snow mountain from a distance.

She felt that she couldn’t face her relatives anymore.

Thinking about this made her hate Liu Zhenhan more.

“The other side of the mountain is the great human kingdom of Tel Aviv.

This is the only human nation that we Beamon respect.

Their Berserkers are the only human warriors who can counter the Beamon army with their bodies and bravery.” Helen, no longer phased by oddities, glanced at Avril and continued: “Our current king of Beamon Kingdom, King Grecke Sar, crossed the supposedly insurmountable Mount Tamerlarya when he was young to reach the Berserkers of Tel Aviv.

He met many brave people there, and ten of the current royal guards, all Berserkers of Tel Aviv, are companions he met during those adventures.”

“How do the Berserkers compare to my Panta Warriors?” Liu Zhenhan asked with high spirits.

“In terms of body size and strength, indeed, they are virtually the same.

However, the Berserkers are adept at using flying axes, not like Gude and the others who use harpoons.” Helen said.

“Our Panta Clan’s panda strength is just superficial brute force.” Gude, who was steering the ship, modestly smiled.

“Look at him, such a nice and humble subordinate!” Liu Zhenhan particularly liked this about Gude.

“Actually, your idea just now wasn’t too bad.” Avril frowned as though she understood something.

“Useless.

The land of the Berserkers have never had a Mage born, they only believe in the god of strength, Odin.

Mount Tamerlarya is a natural barrier, stretching thousands of miles of snow mountains, clearly defining the border between us and humans.

If not for the snow mountains and wastelands blocking humans, Beamon would have disappeared after the Heigar war a thousand years ago.” Helen smiled: “The current human nations are breaking up and merging continuously.

No one can keep up with us anymore.”

“What’s that?” Ning Yu pointed to a giant stone figure near the coastline.

“That’s a sculpture of a goddess, a torch in her left hand, and a law book in her right.

It’s a pity it’s half submerged in water now.

It’s a remnant from the War of the Gods ten thousand years ago, just like the two sword-wielding gods near Nalon Corner.” Seeing the familiar objects from her homeland, Helen’s shoulders trembled slightly, unable to suppress the desire to narrate.

“What a splendid civilization!

Now even its name has disappeared in the wind…” Liu Zhenhan had an urge to recite a poem, but after racking his brains, he couldn’t even complete half a line.

“What are you going to do?” Ning Yu quietly pulled Liu Zhenhan, glancing at the Mermaid.

Various expressions flickered on Avril’s face as she sat dumbly – one moment dejected, then longing, then sighing.

In the past two days, she had been trying to learn to walk, which resulted in her frequently sitting down to rub her feet.

“I really don’t know…” Liu Zhenhan looked confused.

“Don’t return her to the Sea Clan, the mermaid’s importance to them is beyond your imagination – which is tantamount to murder!” Ning Yu’s shell trembled in the cold wind.

“Let’s not return her then.” Liu Zhenhan draped his wolf skin on Ning Yu’s body.

“So what’s your plan?” Ning Yu asked.

“None.”

“You, man!” Ning Yu was nearly faint with exasperation, “Why don’t you use your brain?

How are you going to exchange hostages with the other side?

Do you think the Sea Clan will casually let us go ashore?

They can take your life with just one water element magic spell!

Your size doesn’t mean a thing!”

“I also have two hands.” Liu Zhenhan cracked his knuckles.

“Oh dear!” Ning Yu was utterly speechless, “I can’t understand why someone with such obvious tendencies towards violence, like you, would be favoured by the War God, and you’re even a natural-born Soul Singer!”

“And one that has been cursed by a Magical Beast.” Liu Zhenhan didn’t feel ashamed, but seemed to take it as a badge of honour.

“Your self-created war song is a miracle indeed.

Maybe the War God has her own unique vision.

When we hope you would succeed, you often disappoint; and when we think you are hopeless, you always come up with some strange idea!” Ning Yu spread her palm open.

A pearl the size of a pigeon’s egg rolled around on her pale, jade-like hand.

The pearl emanated a hazy, jewel-blue color, it seemed to contain a distant mountain, blurry and indistinct.

“That’s taken from my shell, isn’t it?” Liu Zhenhan guessed immediately.

“Water Repelling Bead.” Ning Yu leaned in and whispered a few words in Liu Zhenhan’s ear.

“Great!

I have the heavens’ help!” Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily.

“What are you talking about?” Helen looked at them curiously.

“I’m not telling you!” Liu Zhenhan winked and laughed.

A bunch of fists came surging towards him.

Soft fists.

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