Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 832 - 185: Internal Affairs Coordination_3

Although the Underground World was unfamiliar, Commander Luo Xi was absolutely aware of how high the price of a wild Nightmare Horse from the Underground would fetch in the human realms. In this Underground World without any other mercenary competition, and backed by such a huge supporter, Commander Luo Xi’s blood was boiling.

The initial agreement the Fierce Tiger Mercenary Corps had struck with the Feilengcui Lord was a profit-sharing deal. The substantial profits inevitably made Commander Luo Xi, who had come to Feilengcui, wish he could sprout wings right then and dive into the Underground. He was already envisioning forming a cavalry unit of Nightmare Horses.

Liu, counting on his fingers over and over, felt that Feilengcui was really starting to take on the form of a city. With the establishment of various types of shops in the next step, the prosperity of Feilengcui was imminent. This sense of achievement made Liu, who had started from scratch, greatly proud.

Prince Moore and a group of Blood Elves mages were staying at Feilengcui tonight. When they saw the Elf Mia, their expressions suddenly seemed a bit off. Mia might have faintly guessed that the others were Underground fallen Elves, and her expression was also clearly a bit wrong.

Liu saw them staring at each other and found it rather amusing inside. Bringing two groups of fallen Elves to the surface, who else in the Aegean Continent apart from himself had the capability and guts to do this?

Regarding the two groups of fallen Elves, Liu still had a worry weighing on his mind. Even though he had dealt with the Evil-eye Tyrant and the Hell Black Dragon, this also made the two groups of fallen Elves fearless, without the latent threats of the Underground. These fallen Elves would definitely station troops in the Underground, and the provisions for six million people would still fall on the unfortunate Cave Dwellers, which gave Liu a bit of a headache.

Liu had treated the millions of Stonemaw Cave Dwellers in the Underground as free peasants, planning to extract a small amount of food as protection fees. If these two groups of fallen Elves got involved, wouldn’t it spoil the entire plot?

Turning against them now seemed unlikely. These fallen Elves would need at least half a year to complete their relocation, so how to scheme against these two groups of fallen Elves was tumultuously brewing again in Liu’s mind.

When Lord Mourinho arrived at Feilengcui with his Moon Elf priestess by noon the next day, Liu was still awake, not because he didn’t have time to sleep, but because he had too much to attend to.

The Moon Elf priestess, brought by the Swan High Priest, was also a great beauty. The inherent aloofness of her race made her face instantly show disgust when she saw Liu, disheveled, coming down from the Red Earth Highland.

When it came to "bezoar for palace peace," which the Feilengcui Lord mentioned, the Moon Elf priestess had also never heard of it. However, seeing him spouting so much, she was also a bit unsure if he was bluffing.

In the Aegean Continent, the Beamon Witch Doctors and human witches are the ones most knowledgeable about medicine. Others, whether clerics, Moon Elf priestesses, or priests, are only adept at using Elemental Power, not medicine. However, Witch Doctors and witches mostly study medicine to create harmful poisons, so Lord Mourinho naturally didn’t trust them completely either.

Deep down, the Moon Elf priestess was very reluctant to admit that her medical skills were inferior to those of an ugly-looking Piegel Beamon. Moon Elf priestesses must be pure Elves to serve, and in dealings with a disease like pregnancy complications, her vague understanding of physiology was utterly powerless. Her healing magic was almost ineffective against such symptoms.

After hearing the account from the Moon Elf priestess, Mourinho finally resolved to have the Feilengcui Lord give it a try. The Swan High Priest was also desperate for a cure. If he knew that Liu was just an amateur, he would certainly kick to death the bluffer in front of him, who was just short of stamping the words "miracle healer" on his own forehead.

The Ice Phoenix had its pregnancy disturbed by a flurry of "Demonic Dance." If it wasn’t for the perennial spiritual aura of ice and frost from Mount Tamerlarya, it might have prematurely perished already. When Liu and Mourinho hurriedly reached the snow cave located a hundred li south of Razor Mountain, they could already hear the painful moans of the Ice Phoenix from afar.

Although the phoenix’s cries were usually so pleasing to the ear, at this moment, they sounded entirely disjoint.

Liu looked up at the towering Tanggula Peak in the north and wondered if the Frost Giant Dragon hibernating there was truly asleep. Normally, such super-level Warcraft had a strong territorial sense. An Ice Phoenix venturing right to its doorstep should have drawn it out to join in the fun.