Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 878 - 200 Not a Fierce Dragon if it Doesn’t Cross the River_2

Chapter 878: Chapter 200 Not a Fierce Dragon if it Doesn’t Cross the River_2

"Prince Richard, Your Highness! I am willing to follow by your side from this moment on, to dedicate my youth and blood to you!" While Old Liu was lost in his boundless daydreams, a Garfield Clan shaman stepped forward. This cat-person shaman, about forty years old, was clad in a black Scepter Shaman robe, sporting the six signature whiskers of the cat-people.

"I too am willing to follow by Prince Richard’s side! To use my life to defend your honor!" A young Rhine shaman also stood up, wearing a white robe, as a War Shaman.

Again, there was a buzz of surprise.

Just as there are those who marry into a family, there are also men who marry into the wife’s family. In the Bimon Kingdom, shamans could have warriors follow them, and warriors could also have shamans as followers. However, the likelihood of a warrior having a shaman follower was far rarer than the other way around.

In the entire Bimon Kingdom, with a population of six million, there were only nine hundred officially listed shamans. Including the qualified civilian shamans, it would take at least four to five thousand Beamons to produce one qualified shaman. With such ratios, one could count on one hand the number of warriors in the entire kingdom who had a shaman follower.

Could it be that he plans to pit Magical Beasts against the opposing mages? The observing shamans whispered among themselves, their hearts not without some dissatisfaction. They thought that Prince His Highness and Prince Lionheart were being a little too brazen in using their power for personal purposes.

What shocked the shamans even more happened next.

Two Prairie Elf Magicians decked in green robes walked out from Prince Kahn’s line and silently stood behind the two shamans who had pledged to follow Prince Richard.

Among the Bimon’s five main army corps, the only one with mages was the "God of War’s Whip" Imperial Guard, totaling four. Within the Royal Palace, there were also four mages, all Prairie Elves. - On the vast expanse of the Donau Wasteland, spanning tens of thousands of square kilometers, there were seven Prairie Elf Tribes. Since Grecke Sal’s coronation, he instituted a policy of friendly and good-neighborliness that gradually bore excellent results.

That these two Elf magicians were the followers of these two shamans in question, even a fool could guess the answer.

The two Pier Staff shamans, Lord Remel and Lord Deshang, were extremely angry but helpless. Even though they were close personal friends with Richard the Shaman, there was, after all, no precedent in the kingdom for shamans to follow shamans, so they could only stand by and grumble.

The situation was becoming increasingly interesting. Many of the shamans were speculating on how the Piegel shaman would handle this scene.

A slight smile finally spread across Prince Liger’s face, as robust warriors, guided by those with an interest, occasionally stood behind the two shamans who had pledged to follow Prince Richard.

The four great guards, Bellamy, O’Neal, Xiao Cui, and the Banilou Warrior Figo walked over to the Overlord, and the four Imperial Guards pulled their mounts from their rings.

"Oh my-" A chorus of gasps rose in unison.

Crystal Spider, Thunder Beast, Two-Headed Chimera, Three-legged Gold Toad, and a handsome Liger - to the surprise of all, there were five bona fide Knights, especially that three-legged toad. Even though the shamans had never seen such a Magical Beast before, their long years of study allowed them to recognize at a glance that the toad was at least a high-level Magical Beast!

And that giant spider, its body rippling with a strange dark power, was surely more formidable than any overlord spider! The Two-Headed Chimera wasn’t a pure Three-Headed Chimera, but with a body length of ten meters, judging by its size alone, it was also considered a top-grade among mid-level magical beasts!

"This is a ragtag team? It couldn’t be more elite!" the shamans cursed among themselves enviously, for the vast majority of them did not have such powerful magical pets!

Gortani also leapt onto the back saddle of her Iron Cross creature mount, quietly wielding her silver cross knightly lance, and joined the ranks of the Emerald Green Guards.

The little nun, Joan of Arc, shyly peeked out from the crowd, nervously touching her "Death Lord Shield" and "Watcher’s Horn," while the Owen monk squeezed into the throng, clutching a string of beads made by Frang and holding a Serrated Broadsword in the other hand.

"Good heavens—" Gasps were heard once again.

The most extravagant event of the year finally took place, as the militia took out a series of huge, ancient-patterned iron chests and took out suits of armor, swiftly donning them.

This type of hedgehog-like Crown Battle Armor, one could tell at a glance, was the ancient "Crown Thorns Armor"! This kind of battle armor should only exist in the songs of Bards, and to be able to see them today with one’s own eyes, not only did the warriors’ eyes burn with passion, but the shamans too were full of envy and jealousy. Even the deeply cultured Swan High Priest and the Archbishop beneath the rainbow couldn’t help but flash looks of amazement at the sight of such armor.

Marines, Heavy Infantry, Heavy Cavalry, Magic Cavalry, Navy, Mages, Shamans, Nuns, Monks, Magic Archers!

Not a single one was missing; could such an organization be considered ragtag? Could those in the ancient Crown Thorns Armor be misfits? Such a team was likely unique throughout the continent. Damn, this was the standard, the dream combination of followers that all the shamans were crazily jealous of.

Master Otigha flamboyantly waved his Crystal Wand, releasing the high-level Magic Shield "Wenna Flame Barrier" stored in two Top-grade Magic Crystals, casting a faint red flame light over all Emerald Green fighters. A translucent, invisible fire shield like firefly light flickered on each Emerald Green warrior.