The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 291: Volume 4: Turbulent World - 17: Bimon (2)

Chapter 291: Volume 4: Turbulent World Chapter 17: Bimon (2)

Shami Tagore’s words won the approval of those present; no one liked dealing with those vile and ugly mortals, who had hearts filled with a hundred schemes and only conspired in the shadows. In the Beastman Kingdom, where martial power was revered, the various acts of mortals could never win the favor and blessings of their worshipped and protected deity — the War God Mars. However, they couldn’t do without mortals; the desolate Mogan Wilderness was both rich and fertile and, from another angle, barren and impoverished. It provided the beastmen with endless forests and prey, which was their place of origin. The wilderness also held countless mineral deposits and fertile lands, but the beastmen were still subject to the constraints of the mortals; without salt and spices, their people would fall ill, and without spices, they couldn’t preserve their meat.

The beastman nobles craved the various luxuries of the mortal world, such as jewelry, accessories, silk, tea, and artworks. According to ancient legends, without these offerings to the War God Mars and the Hunting Goddess Artemis, who had always protected the beastmen, they would suffer great disasters. After offering enough tribute to the deities, they also longed to enjoy this luxurious life from the mortal world. And all of this could only come from their continual conquests to the south.

As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Carter Wolfe considered himself as wise as Shami Tagore, but he also knew that Tagore’s broad-mindedness was unmatched in the entire beastman race; even Carter himself had to admit that. This was the main reason he was willing to recognize Shami as the Thirty-second Beastman Alliance King.

"Shami, do you mean that we stop here?" the Wolf Tribe Leader finally stopped rubbing his hands and fixed his gaze on the other’s broad face.

"Winter is coming, and the mortals to the south are very well prepared. Until we see the second batch of goods they send, I don’t think we need to continue moving south. What we have obtained this time should be enough to explain to the elders of our tribes. Of course, we need to maintain our deterrence at the boundary line to prevent the mortals from rebuilding their castles and fortresses, so that next year we can have a larger strategic development space." Tagore’s opinion was quite stable, and Carter had to admit this was the wisest choice under the current unclear circumstances.

"Christine, how is your research progressing?" the burly man turned his gaze to the languid woman curled up in the wide chair. Her fiery red explosive fluffy hair, the finely groomed eyebrows above, a pair of fire-red pupils shining with a diamond-like splendor, and the bright red lips looked more like a random touch of a painter’s vermilion brush on a silver platter. Her body was soft as boneless, with a pair of pale, delicate legs stealthily poking out of the mink apron — even imitating the get-up of those mortal noblewomen with toenails painted blush red, which even had flowers and butterflies drawn with fine feathers, supposedly the painstaking work of a famous beauty therapist among the captured mortal slaves.

Like the other clans where the kingship had always been taken by men, the Fox Clan’s kingship had been firmly controlled by women for hundreds of years. Christine Fox was the worthy Fox tribe queen of this generation and, besides successfully acting as the lubricant that united the several tribes, Christine’s Fox Clan had taken the forefront in learning from the advanced civilization of the mortals.

"Shami, I am sorry to disappoint you, but our people couldn’t retrieve much from the damaged battering rams, let alone reproduce them. However, we do have some gains. These battering rams are quite exquisite and are definitely not the output of any ordinary workshop. Many of the metal parts require quite professional processing to be made, beyond what ordinary smelting workshops can handle. We have reason to believe that the mortals capable of producing such equipment must possess the power of at least a city or even a kingdom to do so, especially that most crucial rotating spring. Our researchers can’t believe that such a small item could generate such great power, not to mention figuring it out." The Fox tribe woman’s every move was so enchanting that even the Bear Clan Leader, who was usually indifferent to such allure, couldn’t help but sneak a few extra glances at her, and the others couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.

A look of disappointment surged almost simultaneously on the faces of the men, most notably on Carter’s. As the main force of light infantry in the army of the beastman race, the Wolf Tribe Soldiers had always been the top choice for sieges: "Christine, does that mean we really can’t replicate it? Won’t we have to be subject to those mortals for life?"

"Carter, do you think those most fragile of mortals could become the most powerful dominators of the Continent so easily? If solving this type of problem were that easy, I think our ancestors and other tribes such as the Elf Clan and Barbarians would have completely eradicated those mortal scum from the Continent a long time ago." A clucking giggle, the voluptuous Fox Tribe queen quivered, and her robust peaks swayed gracefully. Everyone’s gaze retracted as if burned by fire, and for a moment the temperature in the tent seemed to rise by several degrees. "Whether it’s smelting technology or metalworking techniques, or even the level of timber processing, we are not able to replicate it at our current stage. To produce such a complete item, I personally think it is very unlikely in our generation. If it’s just about getting used to the techniques involved, that’s easier to achieve."