Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 901 - 208 The Show Begins_3

Chapter 901: Chapter 208 The Show Begins_3

The Bimon Kingdom had accumulated honey for ten years, which ultimately saved the lives of at least 20,000 to 30,000 Bimon warriors. After successfully clearing the Barbarian nations, His Majesty also led the army to confiscate some of the honey raw material from the Jungle Walker tribe, and nearly four thousand Jungle Walkers, young and old, were forcibly integrated into the southern province under Pier control. As for the twenty-years’ supply of honey promised by His Majesty as a reward, it naturally vanished into thin air. It looks like in a few years, it’s possible that the first batch of young Jungle Walkers might even join the Bimon Army.

Honey from the Pier Race has always been one of the few economic pillars of the resource-starved Bimon Kingdom; there was no way there could be a thirty-year stock. His Majesty’s revisiting of this history evoked dusty memories for Liu, shocking him once again. This seemingly simple campaign had once been highly praised by Daisy for a long time, and Liu was forced to reassess the unremarkable-looking king before him.

The "Southern Star Battle" displayed the valor and reputation of the Beamon, curtailing the previously restless enemy races on the borders—a clear proof was the absence of wars in the Bimon Kingdom for many years.

Every Bimon king strove to prove his valor during his ten-year reign by aggressively expanding territorial conquests. But such consequence was the protracted inability of Bimon to recover its vitality, and the cultivation of the shamans never made any progress. During His Majesty Grecke Sal’s twenty-five years of rule, only one minor "Southern Star Battle" occurred, which saw little loss. Both shamans and warriors flourished over this quarter-century.

Such an achievement should have been trumpeted far and wide. Many kings with little to no military achievements would still portray themselves as all-wise and invincible, but surprisingly, the Bimon officialdom never intentionally exaggerated the king’s wisdom in the "Southern Star Battle." If it were due to the king’s broken promises that they refrained from propagating it, it would be absurd. Knowing how a scholar’s pen could glorify with historical narratives, such a minor issue should have been easily whitewashed with any excuse.

The only reason for such an outcome must be that His Majesty’s ambitions were undoubtedly not limited to the mere satisfaction of this small campaign.

Such strategic foresight and ambition, if not considered deeply, might go unnoticed. But now, with a little reflection, Liu couldn’t help but be profoundly moved.

His Majesty’s meticulous introduction of Helen, which included her parents’ names, titles, and hometown, and the details of the raid by the Desert People, moved many emotional Beamon to tears.

Moer seized this chance to return to Liu’s side and gave him a firm bear hug. The young girl playfully tugged on the long silver braid trailing from the back of Liu’s head and giggled.

"What were you up to all night in the palace? How come you didn’t come back?" Liu pinched Moer’s nose.

"Just eating and dancing," Moer responded, still unable to contain her laughter at Liu’s punk hairstyle.

"What did you eat? Did you have any saury?" The philistine Liu was mostly interested in this detail, his face showing eager anticipation.

"Yam, radish, and vine," Moer said while fiddling with the huge skull necklace on Liu’s chest.

"What?" Liu was outraged. "Is the king feeding pigs here?"

"Gotcha, we had saury and large shrimp," Moer said with a smile that revealed her dimples, pointing to the skull necklace. "One shrimp was as big as this skull!"

"And then?" Liu gulped down his drool and asked, "Didn’t the king say anything to Helen?"

"That was it, mostly just official clichés," Moer pursed her lips and nodded. "I have to say, His Majesty is truly unique. Whether talking or dancing with him, there is always a feeling of being refreshed, very approachable."

"I personally think that there’s a difference between the king’s appearance and his inner self," Moer whispered.

"I also have inner beauty," Liu argued with a pout, laughing haughtily.

By this time, Helen and the Kangaroo High Shaman Ali had been introduced by the kingdom and were enjoying applause from all around. The iron fence leading to the arena’s stairway had been opened by the Royal Guards. Protected by several Royal Guards, Helen walked from the main stand down the aisle toward the stairway.

Liu and Moer quickly ran to the side of the aisle, and when Helen passed by, he and she exchanged a tacit glance.

"I beat up Prince Richard yesterday, did you get the news at the Royal Palace?" Liu asked Moer.

"You beat up Prince Richard? Aren’t you picking on Helen’s new brother?" Moer couldn’t help but laugh, "We haven’t heard a whisper of it in the Royal Palace, you’ve really made a scene this time."

"I’ve wanted to beat him for a long time," a glint of a fighter’s nature flashed in Liu’s eyes.

The Kangaroo High Shaman Ali didn’t take the stairway to the arena, but summoned his magic pet, the Morlando Giant Eagle, and rode on its back, soaring down from the main stand.

This entrance was perfectly suited for a temple High Shaman’s demeanor, winning countless waving handkerchiefs from the stands.

"Damn, show off much?" Liu rolled his eyes fiercely at the kangaroo High Shaman; however, our certain Piegel didn’t realize while saying this that he was countless times more vain than the High Shaman.

"Exactly, exactly," another little follower chimed in agreement with the great Shaman, unsurprisingly.

In the center of the grand arena, there was a stone platform five meters tall and an acre in size, known as the Golden Crown Gladiator Stage. Unlike regular gladiator matches that happen on flat ground, this stage was specially designed for the annual Golden Crown Gladiator finals. However, the iron railings had been removed today, making the place seem even more expansive. The Kangaroo High Shaman Ali directly landed on this gladiator stage with the Morlando Flying Bird.

Four Royal Elf Mages, using their proficient Wind System Spells, hovered around the gladiator stage, casting an amplification magic on the entire stage.

In the gentle breeze, Helen, dressed in a Peacock Feather ceremonial robe, stepped onto the Golden Crown Gladiator Stage one step at a time. With rainbow lights shimmering and her enchanting figure, the beautiful and captivating face of the vixen and her ethereal silhouette instantly silenced the surrounding stands.

"Awooo~" The moment the Base Dragon was released from the Medusa Badge, it raised its huge head and let out a roar, making the arena echo with its rumble.

"Wow~" A uniform gasp arose from the stands.

The Shamans in the booth all frowned simultaneously.

The common Beamon, unworldly as they were, only noticed the massive size of the Base Dragon, which was at least much stronger than the Morlando Giant Eagle, and since the head of the Base Dragon bore obvious Sub-dragon characteristics, to the common Beamon, Sub-dragon Magical Beasts were quite formidable. However, the seasoned Shamans knew all too well how useless these Earth Element Sub-dragon Magical Beasts from the great plains of Kalimdo were--------Magical Beasts without offensive innate Magic talents, whether Sub-dragons or not, were unsuitable as bodyguards for a Shaman.

Fortunately, this time it was merely a War Song rehearsal and not a battle of magic pets, so every Shaman quickly refocused their attention on the imminent War Song Halo competition. This pure contest of song power revealed a Shaman’s cultivation most directly, and all the Shamans were eager to see for themselves how powerful the cross of dance and song could be.