229: Chapter 35 Beamon Battle Dance_2 229: Chapter 35 Beamon Battle Dance_2 The slaves were incredibly moved.
“You need a full stomach to do hard work!” the Overlord declared.
The slaves quickly lowered their heads, dismissing his words as nonsense.
As the party passed its third round of drinks, Liu Zhenhan figured it was ti for so entertainnt.
Responding to the Overlord’s call, Korina, along with a dozen mammoth warriors, perford the “War Blade Dance”.
Liu Zhenhan treated each of them to a cigar.
Four mantis monks from the Green Party Tribe also perford, demonstrating their prowess with blades.
True to their reputation as blade saints of the Beamon Tribe, their swift blade movents were like lightning in a dark sky, flickering above and below.
After a few too many drinks, Gude decided to showcase his drunken fist routine.
Following his master’s teachings, Bellamy perford a routine of slicing through stones with his bare hand.
Even the slaves were cheering, applauding, and whistling in approval.
“Well done, well done!” Liu Zhenhan, as usual, rewarded each perforr with a cigar.
Guoguo, encouraged by the “crowd,” took a few rounds and scored a cigar.
Little piglet Katusha joined in, rushing out with its snout covered in “ice cream”, much to the shock of the Bear Goblin slaves.
It wasn’t until Liu Zhenhan picked her up that they managed to snap out of their panicked state.
From the handle hole of the Wolf Fang Club, Liu Zhenhan produced two hidden “Tarlarya salamanders” and gave them so “ice cream”.
They licked it clean with sheer joy and delight.
Everyone understood why the Overlord’s “dense array” Wolf Fang Club had managed to electrocute the robbers last ti.
Each of them discreetly increased their danger estimation of the Overlord’s cunning and deceptive power.
“How did you train these creatures that can produce ‘paralysis lightning’ to obey you?” Helen whispered, still rembering how her Komodo War Behemoth had suffered earlier.
“I pulled out their tongues.
Would they dare not obey ?
One tap on the handle, and they must produce lightning or starve,” Liu Zhenhan replied.
“You’re rather heartless,” Ning Yu said.
“It’s called recycling.
Magical beasts can be used in many ways.
I found their ‘paralysis lightning’ fascinating.
It might not be fatal, but it’s useful to ,” Liu Zhenhan responded with a dry chuckle.
“How co you’re okay?
The Dragon balls on your necklace only provide protection against water, wind, and fire, right?
Can they protect you from lightning too?” Avril asked curiously.
“Haven’t you noticed the ring of wood wrapped around my Wolf Fang Club handle?
You don’t get it?
Ha-ha… never mind then,” Liu Zhenhan replied, his expression a mixture of mischief and amusent.
“Oh…” Helen sighed.
Her dear Richard seed to forget his role as a priest more and more, gravitating toward cunning tactics and using brute force.
Unfortunately, she had no idea how to convince him to desist.
“No more sighing.
Every magical beast exists for a reason.
It all depends on what kind of priest they’re dealing with.
There’s no such thing as an ineffective magical beast, just priests who fail to utilize their abilities,” Liu Zhenhan said with a laugh.
“That’s a very philosophical way of saying it,” the elder Andulan nodded in agreent.
“I always speak profoundly.
You just never noticed,” Liu Zhenhan replied unabashedly.
Underneath the Slat Banana tree, bard O’Neil delivered a rendition of his masterpiece, ‘Lovely Water Lily,’ while strumming an old-fashioned lyre.
O’Neil’s expressions while singing were peculiar – he looked like soone with severe hemorrhoid pain, his head swinging and tossing around in ecstasy.
“O’Neil!
With that expression, you look like you’ve been dragged onto a wasteland by five female ogres!” laughed Bellamy.
“Piss off!” replied O’Neil, as he continued tuning his instrunt.
After a mont of emotional preparation, he continued his lodious singing.
The surrounding hippos clapped along and chanted their catchphrase, “Hail, Holy Mary”.
Their loud voices even startled plantlife.
On the lovely water lily~~~ (Hail, Holy Mary~~~ echoed the hippos.)
On the lovely water lily~~~ (Hail, Holy Mary ~~~ echoed the hippos.)
The day I went fishing by the Sanggan River, holding my spear~
While you were singing by the river, your voice floating amidst clouds~
Your lody led astray and I sunk into the water~
With your voice floating amidst the clouds~
The muscular hippo youngster, O’Neil~
Please, co to my house by the Sanggan River tonight~
Feed your beasts well and bring your lyre~
As the sun sets, pluck your lyre’s strings~
We’ll be singing side by side under the water~ (Hail, Holy Mary~~~ echoed the hippos.)
“Beautifully sung!” Liu enthusiastically clapped.
The children were drawn in by the rugged yet beautifully structured dance performance in Silk Continent style.
Even Helen couldn’t resist and joined the dance herself.
Avril and Ning Yu, despite their shyness, were rather tempted to join as well.
As a renowned singer, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t back down.
He took out his harp and sang his trademark piece, ‘Cat Ear Cave’.
The lancholic song radiated both the reluctance of the past and the deep affection of the present.
The hippos were left dumbfounded.
“Never would have guessed!
Didn’t see it coming,” O’Neil muttered, his mouth agape.
Moving to the rhythm of Liu Zhenhan’s song, Helen flawlessly blended the Fox Tribe girl’s enchanting dance with the elegant Priestess robe and her fiery red hair.
Her face glowing under the bonfire left everyone enchanted.
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