Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 141 - 10: Misfortunes Keep Coming {VIP - 8}_3

Chapter 141: Chapter 10: Misfortunes Keep Coming {VIP Chapter 8}_3

"You have the right to refuse, but if you do, your promotion as a War Shaman will be cancelled," said the bear-man Vieri, his face expressionless.

"Such cruelty!" Liu Zhenhan pulled over the military parchment authorization, grating his teeth in rage.

"I am more aware than you of the difficulty of this task, Mr. Shaman! Going into the dark lair of the Dark Elves is a daunting prospect, even for the Holy Temple Knights. But my troop is the oldest and most elite squadron in the ’Strength of the Dragon Horn’ legion - a unit that will charge forward even in the face of certain death! You’re in luck this time. Even if you hadn’t come, I would have undertaken this rescue mission alone. Because this concerns the kingdom’s major breakthrough in opening up an external trade route!" The bear-man’s face held a hint of helplessness and schadenfreude.

"In your estimation, has this Eastern Prince been slaughtered by the Dark Elves yet?" Liu Zhenhan wondered why Guoguo wasn’t with him this time - he felt so unlucky.

"Not likely - among the travellers, the prince has three extremely formidable Bimon Squire Knights with him. They are incredibly strong! I’ve never seen such powerful Bimon warriors before!" The bear-man touched a vague scar on his face, as if recalling something.

"As they are all men, the Dark Elves wouldn’t kill them unless they had no other choice. The same would be the case for us if we fell into their hands," said the tall and burly bear-man, looking at Liu Zhenhan.

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When the entire squadron of warriors was called to assemble and informed that they would be heading into the territory of the Dark Elves in the Ink Crystal Valley, everyone’s face instantly turned ugly.

Bimon warriors never lacked battle courage, but that doesn’t mean they were fond of suicide missions.

Going to war against the Dark Elves in their domain meant that the Buer Taurens - the main force of the squadron - would suffer significantly reduced fighting power due to night blindness. This fact caused even the Squadron Leader, Vieri, to display an unmistakable mix of helplessness and agitation on his face.

The only dedicated War Shaman in Vieri’s squadron was a Centaur from the Hausa Tribe named Heinze. Out of courtesy between shamans, Heinze only briefly greeted Liu Zhenhan before heading off on his own to clean his musical instrument: a sand clock rattle embedded with pink Magic Crystals.

His Shaman apprentice - a small Centaur with a runny nose - followed behind Liu Zhenhan, pestering the Dragon Shaman about whether he really owned an "Omen Beast" as a pet.

After receiving Liu Zhenhan’s affirmative answer, the adorable boy ran off excitedly to share this treasure with his master. The murmurings of the War Shaman Heinze carried clearly to Liu Zhenhan’s ears through the wind.

"Stay away from that prodigal lad, do you understand? My dear Rune," Heinze admonished his apprentice.

’Fuck your grandma!’ Liu Zhenhan cursed in his heart.

Before setting off, Knight Vieri let the servant soldiers of the Deer Tribe, responsible for logistics, distribute a bowl of honey to each warrior. This was the most prized product of the Pier Race’s camp and the most extravagant consumable amongst the Beamon nobles.

"You are the soldiers of the mighty Vieri! Today, we undertake a fearful mission! As you all know, the Dark Elves can’t withstand sunlight. They nest in the crevices of the Ink Crystal Valley, and they are as famous for their revengefulness as they are for their brutality! We’re going to rescue the Eastern travellers trapped there a few days ago; a move that is bound to incite their savage revenge." The massive bear-man raised his bowl of honey water: "But we belong to the undefeated ’Strength of the Dragon Horn’ legion. Our glory is the faith that propels us into battle! The kingdom has dispatched the greatest Dragon Shaman, Richard, to aid us! May the god of war be with us!"

"Dragon Shaman?" A slight commotion rippled through the neatly arranged ranks, with squad leaders soon whispering stern reprimands.

Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help admiring this simple-minded bear-man for his strategy of rousing the troops before battle.

"Richard, Dragon Shaman, would you like to say something?" The bear-man turned to ask Liu Zhenhan.

"It is my honor to fight alongside everyone!" Liu Zhenhan downed the honey water in his wooden bowl in one gulp, smashing the bowl in a dramatic way: "Those Dark Elves are nothing! Don’t they bleed when stabbed? Don’t they have a single head on a single shoulder? Today, you guys will show these fools what invincible Beamon warriors look like!"

"Kampas!" All the warriors in the squadron gulped down their own honey water, smashing their wooden bowls just like the Dragon Shaman did. Cheering loudly, they startled the numerous birds in the forest.

"Richard, Shaman, don’t you think you were a bit vulgar?" Heinze, the War Shaman, frowned.

"Without being a bit vulgar, can one howl?" Liu Zhenhan said with a smile.

For this statement, Vieri, the bear-man officer standing next to him, stared at Liu Zhenhan for a long time.

The entire Ink Crystal Valley looked as if a large crevice had suddenly opened up in a flat ground, covered with verdant plants on dark green quartz sandstone. The rock layers were fractured, an unknown origin waterfall gushing straight down from the cliff top of the valley, majestically, its tendrils of mist rising up from the valley floor and drifting amidst the dense jungle. Countless caves stood among them, deep and bottomless.

Liu Zhenhan was surrounded by a group of powerful Tauren warriors. These Tauren warriors were chosen by Knight Vieri as his personal guards, each commanding explosive physical power, their strong hands gripping their totem pillars as if they were mere bean sprouts.

Vieri was very puzzled that a shaman like Liu Zhenhan did not yet have followers. Upon seeing Liu Zhenhan draw out the big beehive stick wrapped in animal hide, Vieri’s perplexity deepened.

Having traveled along the valley stream for half a day, the army met up with the Deer Tribe scout leading the way, an extraordinarily tall deer-man appearing to belong to the giraffe-faced deer-man species.

The valley reached a demarcation point here. Ahead of the stream in the middle of the path was a huge cave. At the entrance, a mound of skull heads was piled up, with a peeled spruce stuck in the middle and a line of blood-red words on it saying, "Welcome to the Dark Elf Kingdom".

The sky above the cave entrance was obscured by the protruding hawk beak-shaped rocks of the mountains on the left and right side. Only a small amount of dim light managed to filter in, casting eerie spots of light on the looming skulls.

Even the wind whistling through the rock crevices seemed to be sobbing.

"Dark Elf Kingdom?" Liu Zhenhan asked the bear-man curiously.

"It’s called a kingdom, but it only has five to six hundred inhabitants. The life spring produces new life in exchange for their own life essence," Bear-man Vieri explained.

Knight Vieri stared at the cringing long-necked deer-man scout, his lips moving as though to curse, but no words came out.

"Move on!" The bear-man finally simply waved the wheel battle axe in his hand, signaling the deer-headed man to fall into the formation.

More than ten torches lit up, illuminating the unseen depths of the dark cave. The sound of the burning resin contrasted sharply with the careful steps of the men, creating a tense atmosphere. The Tauren’s night blindness led to frequent blunders, often colliding with their comrades in the ranks. The Centaurs of Hausu Clan were also very nervous. The darkness greatly affected these divine archers. Under the urging of their superior, the Centaurs formed a flanking formation, though it looked somewhat chaotic and amateurish.

Walking and walking, Liu Zhenhan somehow found himself at the front of the line, even the Buer warriors who were originally escorting him had gradually lagged behind.

"Damn!" Liu Zhenhan cursed quietly. The dark gloominess gave him a sense of discomfort. He had a Night Pearl in his pack, and was considering whether to pull it out.

Without any warning, a barrage of arrows erupted and more than ten torches were snuffed out instantly. The arrows, with their wild whooping sound, precisely blasted off one group of sparks after another.

It was the legendary archery technique inherited by the Elves!

Liu Zhenhan’s barrier, forming at his will, appeared instantly, blocking several arrows that could have been fatal.

A wave after wave of low groans echoed. The robust bodies of the Tauren warriors, swallowed by the darkness, became the best targets. Vieri’s roars echoed non-stop in the narrow space. Although the Centaurs had excellent archery skills, the darkness had left them thoroughly disoriented.

Beads of sweat trickled down Vieri’s face. The Dark Elves hadn’t even cast their dark spells yet and his army was already in disarray. Is there any chance they could still win this battle?

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