Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 850 - 191: Frost Giant Dragon_3

Chapter 850: Chapter 191: Frost Giant Dragon_3

"Such a waste of so much Elemental Power! Damn it!" Liu Zhenhan still felt unsatisfied. "So many types of Elemental Power! There was singing power, dragon power, magic power and even ’Catching the Wind and Shadows’! And yet, it all converged for them but failed to become Cocktail Magic for the attack. It stubbornly transformed into some kind of Transformation Ability!"

"There’s no helping it; the Transformation Magic of the jianzui is all-encompassing. Once transformed, all Elemental Power is completely shielded! No matter how much Elemental Power you provided, what use could it have? Jianzui only knows this one kind of magic! If used, it means all Elemental Power disappears with the Transformation Magic! Stop dreaming about your Cocktail Magic!" Elder Andulan laughed to death: "They even had their ability to absorb Blood Power blocked, which is really . . . . . ."

"That’s such a pity." Several proprietresses shook their heads together, deeply feeling the waste.

"Elder, how are you so thoroughly familiar with these legends?" Liu Zhenhan gazed intently at Elder Andulan. "You have traveled the world for five or six thousand years, and rightly so, I shouldn’t be asking this, but the Phoenix Clan never participated in the wars of the Aegean Continent. How do you know these insider details?"

"You’ve wanted to ask me this for a long time, haven’t you?" Elder Andulan gave a desolate smile. "Suspicious glances have never disappeared from your eyes, my Richard."

"That’s not it. Regarding your character, I have always believed in your noble sentiments as firmly as I believe that Mount Tamerlarya stands forever on this plain," Liu Zhenhan said earnestly.

An awkward silence ensued.

Liu Zhenhan squinted his eyes as he watched Elder Andulan’s expression change unpredictably.

"Now I, indeed, am an old but not dead Damai monk." After contemplating for a while, Elder Andulan’s mouth twitched into a dry expression and he slowly began to speak. "I used to have another title; everyone called me ’the Dancer of Frost,’ Astonvila. Actually, my full name should be Astonvila Andulan Parker."

After Elder finished speaking, his body showed no signs of decadence and aging anymore, but instead a majestically unchecked boldness took over, his murky eyes flashing with an overpowering authoritative demeanor. This daunting and imperious glance was as elevated as Mount Tamerlarya itself.

There was dead silence all around.

Several little creatures continued to laugh and play carelessly, completely oblivious to the abnormal silence around them.

"Dragon Priest Kochis in the Millennium War, the last life tribute recipient’s Dragon patron, thereafter died on the battlefield." Liu Zhenhan’s cigar slid gently from his mouth, his mouth corners trembled involuntarily. "Are you the living legend, the lost Fifth Order Frost Giant Dragon Astonvila?"

"That is a past not worth recalling." Tears glistened at the corners of Elder Andulan’s eyes. "Young man, you can’t understand; for a dignified and wise dragon who was four thousand five hundred years old, suddenly having to fight a cherished Knight to the death and killing him was an agony! Our Dragon God has a life pact with the Beamon Clan, and this pact flows in our blood. But who is without feelings? We dragons might be powerful, but we are not tools of war! Never!"

The Elder’s voice, strained with emotion, even became a bit hoarse.

Several proprietresses were somewhat unable to accept this transition, still standing there stunned.

"I can understand this feeling." Liu Zhenhan’s eyebrows twitched violently. On the battlefield, he was a soldier. If the commander ordered him to shoot, regardless of who the target was, he would shoot without hesitation, as that was a soldier’s duty and instinct!

But what if one day, the commander ordered him to shoot his brother? What would he do after firing the shot?

The commander would never order him to shoot at his brother, but the "Dancer of Frost" Astonvila, burdened with the ’Life Tribute’ transference ability, could not escape this fate. Dragon Priests generally commanded from behind; seldom would there be someone like Liu Zhenhan who engaged in close-combat atop his magic beast. If Priest Kochis had been a close-combat type like Liu Zhenhan, the ’Life Tribute’ might not have been very effective. But precisely because Dragon Priest Kochis was a traditional rear-commanding priest, capable of holding his own ten-to-one in battle, he could make the human Dragon Knights suffer severe injuries from ’Life Tribute.’ If not for the sufficient number of Dragon Knights, and Kochis and his followers holding them back for a while, all ten main Dragon Knights might have been utterly annihilated.

The Frost Giant Dragon Astonvila personally killed his own Dragon Knight, then watched helplessly as his new master, Dragon Priest Kochis, was killed. The psychological chasm from heaven to hell could nearly destroy any dragon’s nerves.

"After the Heigar Battle, although I regained my freedom, I did not know where to go, nor did I understand what it meant to continue living; I became lost. Hence, I took residence at the peak of Mount Tamerlarya, hoping the sacred snow could enlighten me." Elder Andulan’s eyes streamed with old tears. "Over a century later, I met my mentor, a Damai monk named Apennine, who had fled to the Donau Wasteland to escape the great religious purge of the Saint Paul Church. Master Apennine was a true sage, he, with his 8,000 years of experience and compassionate heart, changed this sin-ridden dragon. The monk’s teachings of repaying evil with kindness awakened me. Shortly after, my mentor passed away, and before his demise, he transmitted to me all his profound knowledge and life’s lessons in a moment of enlightenment. From then on, I took vows and succeeded the deceased mentor’s mantle, becoming a Damai Monk Andulan, and the world lost a blood-soaked Frost Giant Dragon, Astonvila."