144: Chapter 12 A New Life {VIP Chapter 10}_1 144: Chapter 12 A New Life {VIP Chapter 10}_1 The Dark Elves, snapped from their trancelike states, were sincerely terrified by the formidability of this Pigiel.
Wave after wave of dark fog exploded open, as one by one, ominous-shaped silhouettes vanished into the mist, their footsteps chaotically fading away.
Honestly speaking, if the Dark Elves chose to retreat without a fight, Liu Zhenhan really wouldn’t have had any way to deal with them.
Despite his rage over the Dark Elves destroying one of his Yungin puppet Golden Figures, logic told him that entering the deep and sinister lair of the Dark Elves was not an intelligent act.
Liu Zhenhan may have been unable to cope with the Dark Elves, but that didn’t mean others couldn’t.
Among the four haggard-looking travelers, someone suddenly began to chant, short but mysterious syllables, their arrogant voice was undeniably oppressed.
The air seemed to breathe a contraction and formed a semicircular pale silver barrier.
From there flew out water arrows, dense like a flock of ravens over a wasteland.
Like the sudden blooming of a peacock’s tail, strands of water arrows, shimmering and flashing spectrally, pursued into the vague dark fog.
Liu Zhenhan could feel a chilling wind sweeping across his upper body.
Haunting screams echoed within the lonely cavern.
The cigar in Liu Zhenhan’s mouth quietly slipped, burning a scorch on his chest as it fell; his grip loosened, and the robe just pulled up drooped down again.
Knight Pier’s wheel-axe clanged to the ground.
They stared at each other, eyes filled with shock, as if their jaws would dislocate.
This was the magic that continued to inflict pain on the Orc Kingdom even after a millennium since the Battle of Heigar!
Liu Zhenhan had witnessed magic before; Avril’s large-scale water element magic, “Water Arrow Barrage”, summoned from a magic scroll made of seashells.
Yet, compared to the “surging” magic water arrows used by the Eastern travelers today, even the Mermaid, supposedly adept with water elements, would probably die of shame on the spot if she were to observe this.
The dark fog gradually dispersed.
Liu Zhenhan peered forward under the light of the Night Pearl; the cave walls littered with small holes, a massive heap of Dark Elves lay dead on the ground, one panther twitching its limbs in spasms.
Streams flowing underfoot at first only had a few traces of blood swirling like thin smoke, gradually turning red, deep red.
Liu Zhenhan could feel the stream turning into soy sauce beneath him.
“My lord.” A bear-man helped Liu Zhenhan pull up his priest robe.
All four travelers were looking at him, the kingdom’s great Dragon Priest.
It would be too embarrassing otherwise.
“I am grateful for the generous assistance of the Bimon warriors.
I am the Prince of the Tang Zang Empire.
Your valor will always be etched in my heart.” The leading human prince among the travelers spoke, wearing a simple bamboo hat and a set of noble but worn-out silk robes.
His dashing face stylish enough to rend hearts, age seemed an eternally unsolvable mystery on him.
His wise eyes made him come off as mature and charming.
His gaze was unique, filled with tranquility; when he looked at you, it felt as if spring sunlight was shining upon you.
In his eyes was melancholy, which could make anyone involuntarily feel pity.
By the Prince’s side was a robust white horse with flowing mane and sturdy legs covered in fish scale-like armor plates.
Helping those in distress is a lesson every noble-hearted warrior must learn.” Liu Zhenhan courteously replied.
He had a good impression of the prince – the prince’s handsome face and his brother shared a striking similarity, especially the deep melancholy in their eyes.
As he spoke, Liu Zhenhan’s eyes were sneakily scanning the other Eastern Bimon. This content belongs to N()velFire.net
His glance froze on one.
The first thing to catch his eyes was a Bimon Beastman resembling a gorilla, disheveled hair all over his body.
Besides a tiger skin covering his body, he wore nothing else.
This Bimon, similar to a barbarian, had scattered white hair at his temples, but emanated a unique charm – a purely wild allure.
Liu Zhenhan’s eyes stuck to him, unable to move away.
This barbaric-looking Bimon emanated a magnetic attraction.
The gorilla-like Bimon noticed Liu Zhenhan’s gaze, humbly gripped his iron rod, and with a noble grace that didn’t match his brutishly rough body, nodded in return.
He was flanked by a tall and burly man, with a shaved head and a necklace made of skulls around his neck, and gill-like slits on his cheeks.
Undoubtedly, this was a powerful warrior from the Sea Clan, a part of the formidable Eastern Empire.
But Liu Zhenhan could not guess which tribe he belonged to.
Supporting a drum-bellied figure of the Pigiel race, this Sea Clan warrior held a Pigiel who was on his last breaths.
His windmill-like ears and shivering hands hung limply, his face showed an expression of pain.
Silence prevailed, but the heavy breathing flowing from his large pig nose testified to the intense pain he was suffering.