Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 998 - 248 Shepherd-tree People and Spring of Elements

Chapter 998: Chapter 248 Shepherd-tree People and Spring of Elements

All the Beamons obediently left the inn in order, and soon, the large tavern hall was deserted, with only Guoguo remaining, standing motionless behind Liu Shock.

"What’s this? Left a thug behind?" Mourinho looked at Guoguo and chuckled, "Are you afraid I’d harm your boss?"

The moment these words were spoken, Liu Shock frowned. Had someone else said them, he wouldn’t have gotten angry, but coming from Mourinho’s mouth, the nature and taste were entirely different.

Liu Shock felt this guy was provoking him again.

"Are you fucking stupid? To beat you, do I need to lift a finger? Just one of my boss’s fingers could make you lie face down!" Guoguo wasn’t one to take things lying down, instantly hurling back a phrase that could choke a subterranean dragon.

"Sharp-tongued!" Mourinho’s face darkened instantly, and he let out a cold laugh. With a slight twist, he snapped his fingers. His lips didn’t move, but from his belly came a string of rapid spell chants.

Behind Guoguo was a table made of rosewood. Accompanying the Swan High Priest’s series of short chants, two vines burst forth from the tabletop with green branches and leaves, like an old tree sprouting flowers. The fast-growing green vines tore the table in two, sending wood chips flying. Twining like two spirit snakes then swiftly separating with a swish, multiple green shadows swung through the air, tracing eerily curved arcs aimed directly at Guoguo’s lips—the intent was clear, either to tear off Guoguo’s mouth or to tie it up like a zongzi.

"Damn!" Guoguo, though his back was to the table, couldn’t be fooled by the vibration of the magic elements. Without a second thought, he pivoted halfway and, without turning his head, made a diagonal slash. From his waist hung the Crane Beak Sword, drawing a long, mournful metallic sound as it was unsheathed, slicing a chilling streak of cold light through the air to sever the writhing vines in mid-air.

The two verdant vines, like two snapped hemp ropes, tumbled and leaped in the air. With a flash of cold light, Guoguo had already sheathed his sword, completing the series of movements with a smoothness that resembled flowing clouds and streaming water.

At this exact moment, every green leaf on the two vines turned into lightning-fast sharp projectiles, whizzing through the air, striking at Guoguo’s back. Faced with this sudden change, Guoguo had no time for further reaction, as the distance was too close and the transformation too abrupt. All Guoguo could do was emit a clear whistle, as a massive wall of flames erupted from his back, reducing the flying leaves to ashes.

An overpowering strength isn’t necessarily a good thing; the flames burst out more than a meter, scorching several tables to smoky, charred remains.

"These leaves actually had no killing power. They were just a little application of plant system magic, intimidation, nothing but intimidation." Lord Mourinho elegantly took a seat, wearing a smile full of mockery as he watched Guoguo, whose face had reddened with anger. Managing to toy with such a powerful opponent, even the Swan High Priest felt a bit proud.

"When it comes to sleight of hand, I’m really no match for you." Guoguo chuckled openly and without resentment.

Guoguo stood on Liu Shock’s shoulder, united in animosity. She glared at Mourinho, shaking her little fists fiercely, then like a gorilla, she pounded her little chest repeatedly in anger.

"Magic abilities of both the wind and wood systems! Fuck, you’re really doing quite well for a foreign Elf!" Liu Shock pulled Guoguo into his arms and gave the Swan High Priest a thumbs-up: "Pretty crafty! You’ve earned a senior title, haven’t you?"

"You flatter me." Mourinho’s face bore an expression of indifference to praise or censure.

"You know how to lie low and play your cards close to your chest." Liu Shock made a turtle retracting into its shell gesture and laughed heartily.

"Are you two ever going to stop?" Master Puskas, having watched the drama unfold for too long, could no longer contain his rage: "So, this is how you always communicate? Then what am I here for? Damn it! From now on, we don’t know each other. You go your way, and I’ll live my life!"

"Master, don’t be like that." Both priests felt a bit embarrassed. Both Liu and Mourinho knew that Saint Chiao had kindly intended to resolve their disputes, but once they were together, they couldn’t help but bicker. For some reason, they just couldn’t stand each other, and the feeling was mutual.

Mourinho was feeling extremely annoyed; not long ago, he almost came to blows with Piegel over the abduction of the Witch Doctor, and now suddenly to meet and bury the hatchet, the psychological gap was a bit too much. In fact, the Swan High Priest had thought about coexisting peacefully with Piegel. Outside Mosoburada City, during the emerald nights, including the selfless teaching of the "Great Wind Song," all subtly conveyed the inner thoughts of the Swan High Priest, whose reason told him that becoming friends with the Shaman of Divine Songs was far more beneficial than being adversaries.

Piegel was also a foreign Elf, and Mourinho firmly believed that others might not be able to learn the self-composed battle song "Great Wind Song," made up of Beamon and Elvish language, but for Overlord Piegel there was absolutely no problem—To be honest, using the "Great Wind Song" in public, subconsciously, he still hoped that a priest might learn it.