814: Chapter 179 Ambitious Heart_4 814: Chapter 179 Ambitious Heart_4 “Didn’t dusa’s entire clan mysteriously disappear back then?” Liu Zhenhan’s gossip-loving nature burst forth, “The disappearance of these dusa was very mysterious.
It seed that they didn’t all die in honor of their nation on the battlefield but vanished overnight.
What kind of insider story is there?
Now, the rumors in the streets are very mystical.
So say they disappeared a thousand years ago, while others claim it was two thousand years ago.
Anyway, after the battle of Heigar, we lost a lot of our historical records, which makes it hard for to know who to believe.
Do you think these dusa are…?”
“… could they have defected en masse like the bat people of the Valenbuer tribe?” Liu Zhenhan stared into Mourinho’s eyes, his fists slowly clenching, “dusa and the Naga look almost the sa.
In the great sea-land war, these Naga also joined the fighting, and their marine kingdoms were also very close to the dusa’s defense regions.”
Liu Zhenhan’s breathing beca a bit heavy as he carefully scrutinized every expression on the face of the chief Swan priest.
“You have quite the imagination!” Mourinho said with a faint smile, “How could I possibly know the insider story behind why the dusa mysteriously disappeared!
When I found these dusa, they were in Sunset Swamp.
The swamp is not only vast in territory but is strewn with nurous water marshes and tar swamps, with giant mugwort growing as tall as towering trees, and deadly miasmatic vapors drifting everywhere.
The hydrological and terrain conditions are extrely complex.
If I hadn’t had a powerful flying magical pet like the Phoenix, it would have been impossible to penetrate deep inside.
At that ti, this dusa group was living by a deep pool in the depths of the swamp, probably numbering around twenty thousand.
A bunch of swamp-native Sethites attacked them and stole many of their young eggs.
I intervened to help them, and that was when I rescued Cui Beixi.
In order to find and carve out a safe path, it took nearly ten years, and I had to have my mages use large Return Scrolls to bring them little by little from the depths of the swamp to live in the giant swamp lakes near the Sy territory.
Actually, I would rather not make their affairs public because I’m worried it would cause them unnecessary trouble.”
“What do you an by ‘unnecessary trouble’?” Liu Zhenhan pressed.
“They are a group of people exiled by the dusa clan many years ago, who gradually grew and multiplied to the size they are now; their exile was an internal matter of the dusa clan, which is why the outside world didn’t know about it.
I guessed this because these dusa themselves are very secretive about this history,” Lord Mourinho sighed lightly, “The reason I say I guessed the result, I can clearly tell you the answer… The dusa you see now, including Cui Beixi, are all descendants of double-headed dusas.
In my territory, there are also descendants of the Painted-snake People.
I can assure you that when the dusa clan exiled these ominous individuals, it was also when their entire clan mysteriously disappeared.”
“Damn!” Liu Zhenhan was stunned.
Exiling ominous individuals is not uncommon within the Beamon, as evidenced by the eight Buer Tribe Soul Wanderers who inhabit Liu Zhenhan’s “Death Lord Ring”.
If they were on the surface, they would either be burned clean by the Sacrificial Fire or exiled deep into the mountains and forests.
The Antelope elder Tang Jin treated them so kindly only due to the long years of bitter fighting during which the Soul Wanderers had always wholeheartedly aided the Antelope people, accumulating a deep bond through conflict.
Even so, in the underground Tauren tribes, nobody wanted to accept them or live with them.
Because they were Tauren with abnormal forms; their existence surpassed the mundane capacity for understanding.
Hence, wandering the wasteland was their only option.
The dusa clan had a very strange breeding phenonon—when their infant eggs hatched, sotis a snake-man with one body and two heads would erge.
This could occur occasionally in other Beamon races as well, which is to say, they were deford infants.
However, in other Beamon races, such twin-headed infants wouldn’t survive more than three days, while dusa was different.
Their twin-headed babies not only survived but also grew up healthy just like any other being.
Twin-headed snake-n are an exceptionally bizarre phenonon that is beyond understanding.
No Beamon race, including the dusa themselves, could accept kin with two heads.
To make matters worse, the reproductive abnormalities of the dusa clan did not end there.
Every pair of snake-man parents who laid eggs during the annual Resurrection Festival would produce eggs with colorful patterned shells covered with oil paint.
From such colored eggs, the hatching snake-n would have no tails.
They would have a pair of legs, just like any other Beamon race—a pair of legs.
The dusa with such non-standard forms also could grow up robustly.
“Gilding the lily” referred precisely to them.
“What about the descendants of these ominous individuals?
They… I an…” Liu Zhenhan suddenly didn’t know how to phrase his question, gesturing continuously with his hands.
“The offspring of double-headed dusa couples have a low likelihood of being double-headed themselves, with the majority being normal dusas.
However, the offspring from Painted-snake People are inevitably born with legs.
Among these dusa under my command, about seven thousand still have legs like the Painted-snake People.
I haven’t brought them here because I was afraid you might be scared to see them, and also to avoid the nobles of the kingdom making idle comnts,” Mourinho knew what Liu Zhenhan wanted to ask.
“I’m not particularly scared.
Relative to tails, I find the idea of Beamon with legs easier to accept,” Liu Zhenhan laughed, “Now that you ntion it, securing a seat on the joint council shouldn’t be too difficult for you, should it?”
“That’s the case,” Lord Mourinho smiled, “But we still need to expand our strength.
As I said before, without a direct line of descendants, having a say doesn’t carry weight.”
“Don’t worry, knowing this much is sufficient for .
I won’t tell a second soul.
As rivals, we’re competing for who will be the Bimon Kingdom’s number one royal priest,” Liu Zhenhan chuckled to himself, thinking what a load of nonsense about the joint council—all a roundabout way of wanting independence, aiming to be a god who listens to the appeal but ignores the decree.
Just as Mourinho was about to speak, a loud “Bang!” drew the attention of both royal priests.
It was a fight that had broken out between Bern and several dusa warriors.
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