Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1320 - 368: Eight Strategies Against Demons (Part 2)_2

"Just say it!"

"In fact, ten thousand years ago, the marine force of our Beamon had a defense range in the open sea, and the Whale Warriors of the Banilou Tribe belonged to our Beamon marine force at that time!"

"Impossible!" Liu, shocked, incredulously rolled his eyes, sitting next to Moer, the Whale Warrior Figo looked like a child struck by lightning, a dumbfounded toad, his eyes wide.

"Nothing is impossible! Time may forget everything, but it cannot erase history! The Whale People of the Banilou Tribe also rely on lungs for breathing, not gills! This is the best proof! They were originally part of our Underwater Beast Clan! Among the four major clans of Beamon, the Beast Race had bat people who could fly just like Bod [Note: It seems like a reference not translated to English], and they also had Whale People who dominated the blue waves like the Aquatic Race! They are just traitors now!" His Majesty the King gave Figo a cold glance, "Don’t disbelieve, big guy! In fact, ten thousand years ago, in our inland rivers, the Beamon marine force also had Shark Warriors from the Goblin Clan! If it wasn’t for the Divine-Monstrous War that struck a blow to our vitality, there wouldn’t have been a period of management vacuum, which allowed the Sea Clan to tempt you!"

"You’re right that we, the Banilou, do breathe using our lungs, but I don’t agree with your version of history!" Figo also looked coldly at the King, "The thing I hate the most is traitors."

"Now, it’s impossible for the Banilou to be re-assimilated, My Majesty; let history remain history, uncovering scars will only cause us both pain! My Bud Giant vassals are also an amphibious race. Rest assured! When necessary, I can have them persuade the enemy to turn swords into plowshares!" Liu hurriedly intervened to smooth things over, as the quick-tempered Figo might cause a problem that would be embarrassing.

"Your Bud Giant vassals... they do look very strong and powerful; even the Banilou Warriors can’t match their might and size!" His Majesty was quickly distracted by the Giants getting tattoos.

Liu and Mourinho laughed heartily, with His Majesty, who was oblivious to the facts, apparently having misunderstood.

Prince Kahn informed his brother how the Bud Giants were a special kind of Giant race; King Sal was stunned for a moment, then broke into hearty laughter like firecrackers, giving Liu a big thumbs up.

"Your Majesty, my seventh suggestion is to utilize the Divine Song aura to enhance Totem Pillars and allocate two to every unit of the kingdom!" Liu stopped laughing and turned serious as he addressed His Majesty, "I want to build the Beamon Army into an intermediate Magic Immunity force!"

"You’re not joking, are you?" King Sal was stunned again, and several uninformed generals were flabbergasted. Intermediate Magic Immunity? What concept was this? Which country didn’t have a profusion of these pesky middle-level Mages? With the enormous amount of song power required by the "Divine Songs of the War God’s Glory," could His Majesty indeed equip every unit with two Divine Song Totem Pillars?

"Richard isn’t joking! Your Majesty! If you pay attention to his Summer Palace’s guard, you’ll see that this guard is immune to all below-intermediate level magic!" Mourinho spoke with a faint smile, "I’ve known since the Sacrificial Ceremony that the position of Shaman of Divine Songs has finally found the right person after ten thousand years!"

"War God above!" King Grecke Sal nearly fainted with happiness. Such a fortunate turn! The kingdom’s Shaman of Divine Songs, since ancient times, not all of the Beamon Kingdom’s temples and altars could fully enhance the aura of Divine Songs. His Majesty here simply bypassed this limitation and directly increased the army’s magic resistance!

All the army with intermediate Magic Immunity? His Majesty pinched his thigh hard to ensure he wasn’t dreaming; to his greater joy, it was true.

"My eighth strategy! Apart from the current plunder of steel, if necessary in the future, I can provide the kingdom with a large amount of steel to arm our warriors!" Liu smiled, "Your Majesty, please don’t ask where this steel comes from. Regardless, be it theft or robbery, we will try our best to meet the kingdom’s needs!"

His Majesty Sal rolled his eyes, glanced at Prince Kahn, while Prince Lionheart shrugged his shoulders, indicating he knew nothing.

Only Mourinho smiled quietly to one side. Liu nodded slightly to the Chief Priest of the Swans. Whatever the relationship between the two, Mourinho remained a pure noble. He hadn’t casually disclosed Liu’s secrets, and for this alone, Liu would be gracious, and he wouldn’t cut off Mourinho’s neck in terms of steel supply and brick kiln firing.

"What brilliant ’eight strategies against magic’!" King Sal suddenly roared like a lion, making the whole wilderness groan.

"My Richard! My little king! Tell me, what is your demand?" His Majesty’s eyes sparkled like the morning star, as if with a magical power to pierce hearts.

"I demand that the kingdom uses its utmost capacity to provide for the soldiers fallen in the desert campaign! Oversight must be in place to eliminate any possibility of corruption!"

Liu’s words commanded everyone’s solemn respect.

"I swear on my honor, I will absolutely do this!" King Sal looked at the Shaman of Divine Songs and nodded vigorously.

"The issue of the Northeast Governor colluding with Mulan traders to sell young girls of our own tribe, I have already obtained the definite answers from the captured traders and the Caliph. Your Majesty, how do you think we should deal with this matter?" Liu asked, his face stern.