Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 991 - 244 Scorpion Dragon and the Ring

Chapter 991: Chapter 244 Scorpion Dragon and the Ring

"Of course, heh heh." Liu Zhenhan chuckled dryly, his eyes darting towards Dragon Knight Gaxia. Gaxia’s mouth curved upward in a wry smile, clearly waiting to see Overlord Piegel’s blunder.

"The Death Lord’s relics are four items in total, consisting of a badge-like shield, a crown-shaped ring, Modrill earrings, and a bracelet-type wrist guard. Only three are known, and the last wrist guard’s whereabouts remain unknown. These items were bestowed by the Witch King Skolari to a ’traitorous’ Magic Cavalry of the Aegean Continent who had surrendered to the Demon Clan during the era of the great war between gods and demons. When the four pieces come together, they can be assembled into a full suit of armor—that is, the number one armor from the Demon World, the ’Ice Peak Throne Armor.’ Crafted from blackened Jing Gold, the armor is nothing special. In terms of material, it’s probably just a notch below Aegean’s top-ranked Mithril Jing Gold Armor from the Goblin shops back in the day. It’s just infamous because it’s a demonized armor with some supernatural gimmick. But as I always say, no armor is omnipotent. The battle still depends on strength. No matter how good the armor’s defenses are, a couple of thumps from a Sky Giant with a giant club could easily end you, not to mention a Magic Tutor casting a high-level spell. That alone would be enough to deal with you," sighed Master Puskas. "You little beast, stop obsessing over such equipment and focus on honing your own strengths. Did you ever hear about a Saint Chiao wearing armor on the battlefield? Metal greatly inhibits magic. If you don that metal armor, you’re likely to exhaust yourself just manipulating Elemental Power. Surely, you must be aware of such common knowledge, right? Sigh... I’m really worried you’ll bring shame upon us Mages."

"Heh heh, Master, forget all that nonsense. Damn it! Just snatch Aymar’s earrings and hand them over to me! I want to collect this set! I can trade something for it—how about the ’Soul-igniting Chain’? Fast mana recovery and self-mana storage, and it’s not too shabby compared to mana-saving equipment, is it?" Liu Zhenhan pleaded with Puskas, his face dripping with eagerness. He wasn’t worried about metal blocking Elemental Power. He’d worn three layers of armor when attacking Razor Mountain and still managed to summon his war songs. With his inherent talent as a Soul Singer and his silent casting ability, why would he worry about such things?

"Damn it!" A guy abruptly stood up, ferociously swinging his fist: "Whether you like it or not you’ve got to do it! If even half a ’no’ escapes your teeth, I’ll deal with you right then and there!"

"Right! We’ll join the Master and get him! He’s turned his back on us, thinking he can use the Death Lord’s equipment? Damn it!" Several burly militiamen jumped out, thumping their chests so loudly it echoed, their faces full of brutal pleasure, speaking terms like ’knocking out cold’ and ’planting lotuses’—professional bandit jargon—without even waiting for Saint Chiao Master’s approval.

"Master, did you just say... he’s also a Mage?" Dragon Knight Gaxia looked askance, first at the passionately aroused militiamen, then at Overlord Piegel, her tone full of disbelief.

"The beautiful Gaxia, I know the fact that Piegel Beamon has become a Mage is quite shocking, but, indeed, it’s true," Master Puskas shrugged his shoulders helplessly and spread his hands.

Both Dragon Knights’ eyes suddenly bulged like nearsighted buffaloes, staring fixedly at Overlord Piegel. Liu Zhenhan quickly struck an extremely cool pose, feeling quite perfect in his self-image.

"As for the ’Death Lord’s Earrings,’ I’m truly sorry, dear Richard, but I can’t help you with that. Greed is the greatest of sins," Puskas said to Liu Zhenhan, shrugging his shoulders and making an apologetic face.

"If you don’t help me with this, you’ll regret it!" Liu Zhenhan instantly transformed from a pious Shaman of Divine Songs into a ruffian hooligan, the speed of role and expression change as swift as face-changing.

"You!" Seeing the malevolent glances Liu Zhenhan kept casting at Joan of Arc, Master Puskas nearly fainted from exasperation.

"I’ve already said we could trade! If the ’Soul-igniting Chain’ isn’t enough, I can up the ante with something else. Alchemists love raw materials. What about adding the corpse of a three-headed Hellhound to the deal? Damn it! That’s nearly a Super-level Warcraft!" Liu Zhenhan’s eyes turned blood-red, and from the look on his face, it seemed he saw Master Puskas as the Alchemist Aymar.

"Heh!" Both Dragon Knights and Master Puskas simultaneously gasped in astonishment; first the ’Soul-igniting Chain’ and now a Super-level Warcraft corpse. To others, the body of such a beast might not be of much use, but for an Alchemist, it’s a prime material for creating Magical Equipment. Besides, it’s not just any creature, it’s a Super-level Warcraft...

"Not enough?" Liu Zhenhan’s eyes roved as he contemplated whether he should also offer the corpse of Kui Niu.

"Enough, enough! My god, young man, you’re quite the nouveau riche! With these two items, I bet Aymar would swap wives with you. A single three-headed Hellhound could forge around ten Magical Equipments in the alchemy powerhouse of the Pompeii Empire! Especially since such a fine ingredient is like gold dust for Alchemists—this deal is done!" Master Puskas let out an irreverent whistle. "Just a three-headed Hellhound can produce about ten pieces of Magical Equipment in the Pompei Empire!"