1188: Chapter 320 Fawkes Mulan Commander_3 1188: Chapter 320 Fawkes Mulan Commander_3 Prince Lionheart smiled appreciatively, nodding his agreent.
“The great, invincible, undefeated spirit of the Euphrates River, the god of war born from the Mulan military, and the most wise commander of Taklamago, Lord Roml, allow to convey this to you, distant Beamon!” A Mulanese man with a full beard, clutching a white flag tightly in his hand, shouted at the Beamon on top of the city wall: “We Mulanese want to know if you barbarians from the south have submitted yet?”
The other ten or so Cal Cavalry laughed uproariously, even slapping their cals’ rumps, which caused the mounts to smack their lips in displeasure.
“Mulanese envoy, what does your commander an?” Richard’s booming voice echoed through the tower: “Cowardly Mulanese, our brave Beamon soldiers have yet to fall at your hands even now—what do you have to boast about?
It’s rather your Dragon Knight who died by my hand!”
“The great, invincible, undefeated spirit of the Euphrates River, the god of war born from the Mulan military, and the most wise commander of Taklamago, Lord Roml, his rcy could rival that of the oldest man with the longest beard in the entire desert.
He needs you, a bunch of weaponless, supplyless beasts, to surrender imdiately!” The bearded Mulan soldier crowed like a raven, continuing his clamor: “If you wild beasts from the wilderness refuse to admit defeat, the brave Mulan soldiers will use their scimitars to sever your heads—but may the cries of your distant loved ones still reach your ears!”
“So it’s about persuasion to surrender,” Prince Kahn sneered, “Continuing dialogue with such an arrogant enemy would strip away my knightly dignity!
Your Majesty, let us no longer entertain such a shaless foe; let’s descend for dinner!”
“Mulanese envoy!
You are not qualified to talk to !
Call your commander!” Richard shouted again, then said to Prince Kahn, “Your Highness, don’t rush!
We’ve got all the ti to keep playing with these Mulan people!”
The Cal Cavalry holding the white flag murmured among themselves, and soon after, they turned the cals around and headed towards their camp, not leaving a word for Richard.
“How could their commander possibly co?” Prince Kahn laughed crookedly.
“Let’s go for dinner!” Richard stretched lazily, laughing heartily: “I was really just bored, and playing with the Mulan people for fun.”
Prince Kahn and Richard had just finished dinner, each with a freshly lit cigar, when a Sentinel on the city wall suddenly shouted.
Another Mulan envoy had arrived.
Richard and Prince Lionheart climbed the city wall again, “thud thud thud,” and as they looked out, they clicked their tongues repeatedly.
What a grand display by the Mulan people this ti!
Two hundred giants, around five ters tall, their bodies shimring with a white glow, carrying huge torches, and at least a battalion of Elves, escorted a handso man riding a silver elephant advancing to within three hundred ters of the ancient city ruins and stopping firmly.
Entirely adorned in gold and jade, the silver elephant, only two ters tall, seed delicate to Richard, accustod as he was to the five-ter-tall mammoth elephants.
The two hundred giants were unard, emitting a strong almond scent, which alone impressed Richard.
Giants generally live in family groups, and it’s rare to gather more than fifty in one tribe—these two hundred giants must have been gathered from around ten tribes; the band of Elves also drew Old Richard’s attention.
These n and won, with blonde hair and beautiful faces, must be the Desert Elves.
Each wore a long, elegant leather cloak, appearing quite aristocratic, each carrying a small violin-like instrunt in their arms, without bow and quiver on their backs—a bit surprising to Richard, as Elves not being archers seed more suited as prostitutes.
As for the man riding the elephant, Richard’s first impression was that he was handso, referring to the splendid robe he wore.
“Tell your identity, Beamon!” The Mulan man, lounging on the silver elephant’s howdah, casually flipped through a book and spoke in the most serene tone without looking up: “I am the Mulan commander Roml, the very person you specifically asked to et.”
“I am Richard, the Shaman of Divine Song from the Beamon Kingdom, the spokesperson for shamanic teachings,” Richard thought this lad really knew how to act pretentious, but couldn’t deny, despite seeming effeminate and only about thirty years old in age, that he was the fierce character who had driven the entire Beamon Expeditionary Army into a desperate corner.
“Ah, the spokesperson of divine authority!
Have you decided yet?
Surrender or perish?
Heh, you might not know, but Beamon slaves are quite popular in Kalimantan City!” Commander Roml abruptly stood tall upon the silver elephant, tossing aside the book in his hand and gazing coldly at Richard on the city wall, almost grinding his teeth as he pronounced each word.
From the silver chain hanging from his belt dangled a pendant, within which a small handso figure proudly stood in the clear gem, his good-looking face filled with ferocity, a fiery red fox tail restlessly swaying behind him.
“Fawkes!” Prince Kahn, upon glimpsing the fox tail of this Mulan handso man, hesitated for a mont then issued a massive roar that shook the entire ancient city to its core.
Unexpected!
It was a Fawkes of the Fox People from Beamon who had cornered the Beamon Expeditionary Force!
All the Beamons on the city wall were shocked speechless in an instant.
“Kagaride Gem!
Damn!” Richard stared intently at the pendant hanging from Commander Roml’s waist, where the miniature handso figure could be seen inside the gem.
Such a rare treasure capable of blocking a fatal blow!
Richard clicked his tongue, secretly admiring this crafty fox.
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