Although the ordinary Taurens do not reject these Soul Wanderers, they also have no intention of accepting them. An obvious barrier formed a parallel line between them. After all, nobody wants their body to be mindlessly controlled after death, turning into a walking corpse.
This traditional estrangement towards undead creatures is, after all, impossible to eliminate.
After traversing this underground desert, the fiery red halo of Flame Mountain Valley was already clear on the horizon. A subterranean river surged forward. This was a mighty river, two hundred yards wide, leading Richard and his party onward.
Strangely enough, whether it was due to encountering the curse of the Goddess of Misfortune "Ben Sabbara" and her Soul Wanderers or not, they encountered numerous attacks by magical beasts along the way, even encountering a fresh patch of poisonous moss. The poisonous moss could spray fog-like spores which wouldn’t kill people but would cause intense itching and pain, much like being brushed by a stinging nettle. Fortunately, Beamon’s resistance to poison was rather exaggerated, thus they moved on without getting really affected.
Later, they even encountered a group of Terror Claw Monsters, which indeed stirred up some chaos. As the elder described, these strange creatures, who usually lingered in underground lava caves, had somehow reached the surface of the Furious Flame Continent.
Having to fight against the Beamon warriors with Shamans is an unfortunate thing, especially when they are assisted by Mages and Mother Theresa-level nuns as well.
This group of Terror Claw Monsters perhaps never understood why a largeheaded creature had such good eyesight.
In the Underworld Sea, the darkness was possibly even more intense than the underground world, very suitable for Figo’s vision.
Thus, while battling along the way without too much delay, Gerein’s belly was also filled quite a bit.
Two days later, when a large group of people arrived at the edge of Flame Mountain Valley, before they could take a look at the valley bathed by hundreds of underground suns, they saw that there were thousands of Merfolk fighting a dozen Giants of varying heights in the river that bordered the valley on the right-hand side.
The entrance to the valley was on the right.
Giant bodies covered with blazing flames turned into meteors with fire, continuously smashing into the river, splashing huge waves. The Merfolk in the river were not to be outdone, they spat water arrows at the towering giants from their mouths. The mist raised mixed with fire and splatters of water lightened the atmosphere.
Doubtlessly, these flame-covered giants were the Difeng Giants referred to as ’friends’ by the Tauren elder.
However, it seemed that these hellfires were being bullied enough by the Merfolk, they seemed to retreat step-by-step.
"Koutao Merfolk?" The Tauren elder exclaimed, surprised and angry as he watched the far-off battle, "Why have these Koutao Merfolk come looking for trouble with us?"
"Are there mermaids underground? Wei’er, were these Merfolk exiled here by your Sea Clan a thousand years ago?" Richard asked Moer, laughing.
"How is that possible." Moer blinked her beautiful big eyes, "Where would underground mermaids come from?"
"They are a very ugly type of mermaid, generally do not interact with anyone, prideful and selfish, and very difficult to provoke. Their water element magic can cause the greatest harm to the Difeng Giants! Let’s hurry up and help!" The Tauren elder hurriedly called out.
"Does this also count as water element magic?" Moer sneered. She snubbed Figo and Gerein, "Go show them and don’t disgrace our Sea Clan!"
"We are here too!" O’Neal roared with laughter while drawing his imitation divine axe, "Fei Leng Cui’s amphibious militiamen, Lord Richard’s bravest warriors, and the Hippo-Poets are here to pay a visit to the underground Aquatic Race!"
"The second bravest." Fat Luo corrected the Hippo’s statement.
"The third." General Pan corrected Luo while touching his black eye circle coolly: "Also, don’t forget, Pandas can swim too."
"Bloody Obischillaci!" Richard cursed with a violent and rude tone, "A mountain is not high if it has a dragon, the sea isn’t deep if there is a hippo, merfolk isn’t ugly if there is a hole! What are we waiting for...?" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel⦿fire.net
"What kind of merfolk are these?" Richard turned and asked the elder.
"Koutao, Koutao Merfolk." Elder Tang Jin watched these guys who suddenly became murderous, and his feet cramped. He had originally thought they were crazy enough while ruthlessly fighting the Terror Claw Monsters, but he now knew that they had been quite mild.
Before Richard could add anything, the militiamen had already swooped in. The noise of twenty Newton Giant Birds piercing the sky was continuous. The two Scepter Shamans also followed with his followers, leaving only a group of Taurens standing dumbly.
"Sometimes I wonder, if the world becomes truly peaceful, will I still be able to live." Richard slapped the Drow Elf next to him, who was momentarily dumbfounded.
"Only in a cruel world of battles can it be a man’s world." Richard summoned the Pegasus, kicked the Ring Spirit Knight back into the barrier, and drew the Ancient Power Fire Gun.
"I love this kind of world." Richard donned his sunglasses and spoke with an infinite pride.
He was obviously showing off.
But, there were actually quite a few girls who admired him.