Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1338 - 377: The Call of the Storm Horn_2

The parrot perked up its ears on the side, its gaze cunning, while Guoguo covered her mouth and giggled, stealthily flipping through her bellyband.

Liu Zhenhan and the elder laughed so hard they were convulsing.

"Boss! Now that Ji Sikaibi is sealed by me, she won’t grow up anymore! That is to say, there’s no backing out now!" Yitiao, seeing the boss somewhat tempted, continued to strike while the iron was hot: "You have to marry her whether you want to or not! Otherwise, just wait until you and Joan of Arc get married and see, if you don’t arrange it for Ji Sikaibi, watch the giants not take a shovel to dismantle Fersen!"

"Richard, this nurturing plan really ought to proceed!" The Andulan elder opened his eyes, nodding incessantly: "I agree with Yitiao’s opinion, facing the Demon Clan in the future is truly terrifying! At most, Bimon Kingdom is just an egg, the Demon Clan is at least a mountain, and with Fersen’s strength, going head to head with an Otherworld army is just too strenuous! Moreover, you have no choice but to marry Ji Sikaibi, traditions are just too scary! I guess lifting the veil of a desert woman is as serious as snatching our Dragon Clan’s jewels! It’s a fight to the death!"

"She’s still young..." Liu Zhenhan muttered.

"Come on! Playing the innocent? How old is Moer this year?" Yitiao bellowed: "Don’t you guys still share a quilt every night?"

Liu Zhenhan, his face turning red, swiftly covered Yitiao’s big mouth, nervously glancing around.

"That’s nothing! Little Ai’s soul is inside..." The Andulan elder also burst into a sneaky laugh: "Richard, how long until the next thousand times evolution?"

"I really want to beat you guys up." Liu Zhenhan snarled through gritted teeth.

Joan of Arc on the side was covering her mouth to stifle her giggles.

A hedgehog Sentinel quietly walked over, one hand holding a spear, and the other pulling the chain of an armored Tibetan Mastiff, giving Lord Richard a salute, the spikes all over his body causing the Hobbit Halflings beside him to cry out in alarm.

"What’s going on?" Liu Zhenhan’s gaze returned from the river surface, focusing on the Sentinel.

"A Giant has come, asking to see you! He says he was summoned by the Storm Horn, and was almost torn apart by the Mastiffs just now." The Sentinel announced loudly.

"Damn it!" The Andulan elder, Yitiao, and Liu Zhenhan all stood up and cursed at the same time.

"Let’s go!" Liu Zhenhan called out to the elder and Yitiao: "Let’s hurry and take a look..."

In the brightly lit Red Earth Square, currently, the live-action battle of Hu Ye Ancient City was being screened, and the image of the little Giant Iverson startling and knocking over a dozen Camel Cavalry had won incessant screams; the clay-footed Giants were most excited.

Far off in the wilderness, Mulan’s grand Honglu tents were sprouting up like mushrooms after rain, which were temporary homes for the Buddha Giants, immense tent enough to house a family of hundred, also only enough to accommodate one Giant family. freёweɓnovel_com

Since they adhere strictly to ascetic doctrines, these Buddha Giants would each retire to their tents after nightfall, not partaking in any entertainment activities, instead, enjoying their private family life, after all, the Buddha Giant’s doctrine never forbade human relations.

This straightforward attitude of the Buddha Giants made some hypocrites blush behind the scenes, some appearing upright on the surface, but their private lives a mess. Interestingly enough, all the residents of Fersen, including the Andulan elder, seemed to have quickly accepted the Buddha Giants’ free-spirited attitude without any transition, and no one ever gossiped. Indeed, compared to Lord Richard, this wasn’t really fresh gossip at all.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Liu Zhenhan saw in the distance under a cluster of Slat Banana trees, a Giant over five meters tall surrounded by dozens of Mastiffs, his gaze fixed intently on the tents across the wilderness.

The first impression was absurd enough. Liu Zhenhan thought.

Approaching closer.

Liu Zhenhan, the Andulan elder, and Yitiao exchanged glances, inwardly marveling.

This Giant was wearing a floor-length cloak made of moss fiber and animal tendons, clearly in the style of an Aegean Ancient Mage Robe, but the rough workmanship made this robe look more like a fishing net than clothing; it was unclear if it was torn by the Mastiffs.

The Giant was tall and well-built, with high bulging muscles, a face full of dense, curly red beard, dry and fluffy black hair, his complexion pale as gold, commanding presence without anger, and dignified in bearing.

For some reason, his majestic gaze always made people feel involuntarily shorter.

Liu Zhenhan was puzzled.

Grown Giants were often instant magic specialists, so where did this Mage-dressed Giant come from? And with a beard? Damn! A Mage-like demeanor that seemed more like a fierce warrior?

"Greetings, honored Giant! I am the Governor of Fersen, the foreign Napoleon Giant, leader of the three lineage descendants of the Titans, Richard. Zhenhan. Liu, welcome to our land, and I apologize to you for the rudeness of the Mastiffs." This Giant’s imposing manner forced Liu Zhenhan to take a formal diplomatic stance, introducing the elder and Yitiao one by one: "This is my companion Evernight Aurora, and this gentleman is the Chief Elder of Fersen, Andulan."

"Respected Lord Richard, we heard the call of our ancestors in the peak of Tamerlarya and felt evil approaching Aegean! To be able to attach ourselves to a formidable being, and to dedicate our power to you, is an honor for our entire race!" The Giant still looked cool but was very polite: "Lord Richard... I apologize... I am not a Giant, I am a Dwarf."