Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 812 - 179: Lofty Ambitions_2

"Sometimes, a strong man is lonely. Life is but a hundred years short. To lose is to lose openly and honestly, to win should also be to win naturally and carefree. If one were to avoid a strong opponent, that wouldn’t be my style." The Swan High Priest spun the flute in his hands, casting a circle of gold, dazzling light: "You are now worthy to be my opponent."

"Heh heh, if I usually can’t beat someone, I definitely choose to join forces with them." Liu Zhenhan suddenly felt a bit moved. This feeling of openness instantly emptied the ravines in his heart, and honestly, he was a bit tired of the days spent scheming against this Swan High Priest.

Although the covert battle had long been in existence, Liu Zhenhan still preferred the feeling of putting all the cards on the table clearly.

"Is there such a person? Besides me, could there be a second one whom you favor?" The High Priest smiled faintly: "Actually, you are very proud. No matter how much you pretend to be worldly-wise, the pride of a strong man shines through your bones, and this pride has already been deeply imprinted in your heart."

"The person I hate most in my life is the sneaky coward who stabs in the back while pretending to be all coy on the surface." Liu Zhenhan vigorously flicked the cigar ash: "Love is love, hate is hate, but such true and pure men are far too rare. Fortunately, you are one of them, otherwise no matter how powerful you might be, I would always despise you."

"I was also once young and had thoughts like yours." Lord Mourinho laughed heartily like someone who had been there: "Old now, I’m truly old. Being told by you like this, looking back, I realize that I am no longer pure, and my childhood dreams of heroism have drifted further away, although in the eyes of others I have become a legend."

"Legendary heroes like Dragon Priest Kochis, or Komodo War Behemoth Shaman Tyson, what were their days like back then? Did they also have the same troubles?" Liu Zhenhan exhaled a long breath and leisurely fell into reminiscence.

"Reality and fairy tales always have irreconcilable contradictions." Lord Mourinho chuckled: "The Sea Clan has a saying that has captured everyone’s lips............- ’Where there are fish, there are rivers and lakes’, this saying can also be applied to us terrestrial creatures, where there are people, there will definitely be rivers and lakes! Once there are differences and hierarchies between people, there will inevitably be scheming and power struggles! Many sworn enemies, in the eyes of others, are very outstanding individuals, humble, polite, brave, and also kind and persistent. When encountering evil, they will always draw swords to rise for justice, valuing it more than life itself. In knight novels, brave heroes only fight the evil overlords, which isn’t reflected so absolutely in reality. For the sake of their stance, many people with excellent character are suppressed while defending their beliefs by even more outstanding individuals."

"The real losers are those kinds of people." Liu Zhenhan pointed to Earl Wolf Garnett in the distance. The earl had woken up. Although Guoguo had burnt the fleas to death, the miniature golden chariot was not damaged. Presumably training a new flea-pulling chariot shouldn’t be difficult, so the earl once again began to flutter around the ladies, showing off his talents.

"That kind of person is just the trash among trash, even with a distinguished family background, he cannot become a true noble." Lord Mourinho glanced disdainfully at Earl Garnett who was speaking eloquently in the distance: "If His Majesty the King appoints such nobles to communicate with you, then he is pushing you into the arms of the Taige Clan."

"Actually, I have no interest in becoming the Great Shaman Wei An, Uncle Mourinho, how about we make a deal? If you transfer that War Ancient Tree to me, I might just slack off in the shaman contest, allowing your two children to rise to the top with ease." Liu Zhenhan, true to his nature, said with a sly and opportunistic gleam in his eyes.

"Competition is sacred, how can you slack off!" Mourinho sternly said: "If Golinny and Gomes lose to you fair and square, then it is due to their lack of skill. If they rely on your slackening, can they truly be the best in their lifetimes? And besides, is the Desert Empire really so easy to conquer? Do you truly believe that establishing a new Main Temple in the Desert region is a done deal?"

"If the kingdom is so confident, there shouldn’t be any problems, right?" What Liu Zhenhan actually wanted to say was: Damn it! With me going in, isn’t it a sure thing!

Mourinho shook his head with a wry smile: "Desert warfare is not like plain warfare; the concepts are different. Last year’s army of the kingdom only swept through a few Nomadic Tribes and couldn’t even find the location of the enemy’s capital. Just by adding a bit of Aerial Scouts and special troops, the kingdom is being too optimistic with such a beautiful judgment, isn’t it? In last year’s war, our troops did not encounter the enemy’s main force, but instead suffered heavy losses due to thirst and the extreme cold at night. Without solving these problems, aiming for a minor victory could perhaps be manageable, but hoping for a decisive outcome, I think it’s a bit dubious."

"What about the princess? As we mount such a grand offensive, can we still rescue the princess alive?" Liu Zhenhan asked.