668: Chapter 140: Making a Coback_6 668: Chapter 140: Making a Coback_6 Since the Koutao rfolk had finally contributed so effort, Liu Zhenhan did not make things difficult for them.
He returned their king to them in a friendly manner and allowed them to collect the bodies in the valley, as long as they left the armor and eagle feathers behind.
The Koutao rfolk were elated, even their freshly released king kept chattering away at Liu Zhenhan.
According to Chief Difeng’s translation, they were quite interested in forming an alliance with Liu Zhenhan.
If they knew that the cordial Overlord they were talking to, due to his current lack of ti, would eventually exterminate them, I wonder if these Koutao rfolk would still be so keen to ally with the Overlord.
Seeing so many of his dusa warriors who had co to this subterranean world with him now dead, the Senran Warrior Olajuwan began to cry out loud.
Liu Zhenhan, feeling sorry for him, asked, “How much did Mr.
Jabbar, the penguin butler, pay to hire you?”
“A set of full-body armor per person,” the Senran warrior wiped the corners of his eyes desperately.
Old Liu sighed, feeling that life was really cheap.
“Don’t be sad, life cannot be revived.
On top of what was originally promised, I will add ten gold coins and a set of armor as consolation for each of your fallen warriors.” Liu Zhenhan felt so regret.
If he had provided these guys with the outdated vine mail before the battle, maybe their losses wouldn’t have been as heavy.
He felt sowhat guilty thinking about it.
The Senran warrior kept his head down and fell silent.
“Where did you dusa people live after you disappeared for so many years and before you returned to your holand?” Liu Zhenhan nonchalantly asked one question, observing the Senran warrior from the corner of his eyes.
At the ntion of this question, the expression of the Senran warrior slightly panicked, but it quickly subsided.
He calmly responded, “We used to live in a basin south of the Sunset Swamp.
The swamp was very difficult to traverse.
We walked for half a year on our way back.”
Liu Zhenhan was satisfied with this answer.
Old Liu conclusively thought, whether dusa had defected to the Naga in the sea years ago or not, it no longer mattered to Beamon.
The problem at hand was that these dusa were people of High Priest Mourinho.
From the fleeting changes in Senran Warrior Olajuwan’s expression and combining other previous clues, he could finally confirm one thing— these dusa were definitely not migrating from the southern basin; they had probably pledged allegiance to Mourinho long ago.
As for the connection between the Naga and the dusa, this point remains open for discussion, as there are many doubts.
Honestly, while Liu Zhenhan respects Lord Mourinho, he doesn’t think that Mourinho had the capability to subjugate the Nagas.
The Nagas were a sovereign ocean kingdom.
They did not submit to the mighty Seia Ocean Kingdom or Ares Ocean Kingdom, so why would they pledge allegiance to a small high priest of Bimon Kingdom?
Liu Zhenhan also realized that he wasn’t designed for thinking.
As he pondered why the dusa, known as the “heroic aquatic race” of Beamon, mysteriously disappeared during the Sea-Land War, and why they suddenly reappeared now, pledging allegiance to the Swan High Priest who obviously held hostile intentions towards him…
Plus the fact that Beamon was once ambushed by Naga and Sirens, and information about Avril being in Beamon ca from Sirens, who learned it from the Nagas.
So how did the Nagas figure out that Avril was in Beamon?
The more Liu Zhenhan thought about this, the more convoluted it got.
The deeper he delved, the more his head ached, so he simply stopped thinking, certain that the answer to this mystery would eventually be revealed.
The only thing he could confirm right now was that even if these dusa had pledged allegiance to Lord Mourinho, the Swan High Priest didn’t have the ans to equip them all with heavy armor.
Looking at the dusa warriors outfitted in simple leather armor, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but sigh in regret.
What a waste of these robust Snake-n warriors.
It took half a day to deal with such an unfortunate incident.
Ruona still showed no signs of returning, but Liu Zhenhan found himself waiting for a large group of enemies.
Hearing the booming drumming sound from outside the valley, Liu Zhenhan stood with all the warriors at the U-shaped gap in the Fla Mountain Valley and accidentally muttered, “Damn!”
The opposite bank of the Rock of Gibraltar River was again crowded with armies.
In the sky, Cow-Eagle People looked like mosquitoes swarming in a wild field, dark and dense.
On the ground, Gray Dwarves ford one square array after another, extending into the darkness, where the end couldn’t be seen.
Two massive n—each five ters tall and appearing as if made from pile of stones—were frantically banging on the giant drum tied to their waists near the riverside.
Their huge beast bone drumsticks swirled like windmills, each beat louder than the last, almost ripping apart the heaven and earth.
Under a gigantic red flag, there were two unequal groups of Blood Elves.
The group with fewer mbers was encircled by a red ball of light around their necks.
The group with more mbers had long swords tied to their waists.
Dozens of Moore Elves, mounted on pig-faced Troll bats, were flying about, shouting loud slogans.
Each troll bat had an oil lamp tied around its neck, very conspicuous in the dark sky.
They were flapping their blue wings while their eyes emanated eerie green glows.
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