Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1350 - 380 Nearly a Hongmen Banquet_3

The ten gigantic Tree Bears had bulky and sleek muscles, sharp claws, and menacing fangs, all twisted from multiple strands of tree tendons, with woody fibers starkly visible. Especially broad around the belly, they looked like an untouched general’s huge drum, definitely a robust body capable of withstanding blows, leaving a group of Forest Guardians stunned speechless.

The elder of the Ents, the Shepherd of the Trees, casually untied his leaf robe, which appeared somewhat indecent, but in fact, the elder just grabbed and pulled the wooden handle at his waist, and with a flick, the vine whip coiled around his waist sprang out like a python, cracking a loud whip in the air.

This vine whip, golden in appearance and at least twenty meters long, seemed to be woven from the ancient mountain Gold-threaded Vine, sharing a common trait with old vines - as resilient as Dragon Scale, harder than steel.

With the elder’s imposing stature almost rivaling a Sky Giant, everyone knew the dreadful consequences of being struck by his whip!

All the fallen Elves seemed to have been hit by a stifling baton, instantly deflating; this change was utterly unexpected.

Being the hybrid descendant of Cenarius and Dark Elves, a Forest Guardian also possessed the ability to summon four Plant Warriors to assist in battle, but the Ents summoned by a Forest Guardian had to be transformed from an entire tree, which limited transformation if the tree’s diameter was too large. Given the grandeur of the council chamber’s treehouse, the Forest Guardian was painfully aware of how his skills paled in comparison to this giant clothed in leaves—like a bean sprout foolishly comparing its girth to sugarcane!

With such fast spellcasting to summon numerous and such powerful Plant Warriors, that should be the ability of a Plant System Elf Magic Tutor, right? Several Forest Warriors stuck out their tongues, their expressions stiff.

"My heavens!" Prince Benitez turned pale and with trembling voice pointed at Elder Cruyff, "You... you... you are a Green Giant?"

The Green Giant, said to be the only descendant of the Giants skilled in Plant System Magic, possessed intelligence, knowledge, and philosophical notions absent in other giants. While giants generally boast huge robust bodies, Green Giants additionally possess a mind and correspondingly superior magical abilities, though they do have peculiar quirks!

Long before the fallen Elves were exiled to the Underground World, the Green Giants were reportedly extinct on the Aegean Continent—if not for this reason, the fallen Elves would likely have had the company of a Green Giant during their bleak times underground.

Prince Moore was unaware of the existence of the Ents, the Shepherd of the Trees in this world, so his misunderstanding of Elder Cruyff’s identity made perfect sense, and his astonishment was quite justifiable.

"Yes! I am a Green Giant!" Elder Cruyff had earlier arranged with the Overlord to play along, knowing that these fallen Elves were clueless about the Shepherd-tree People, so it was better to intimidate them with the resounding title of the Giants.

The notoriously powerful Green Giants indeed had extraordinary skills! The fallen Elves felt a deep chill in their hearts.

But what chilled them even more was the Overlord Beamon, who seemed much more formidable than when he was in the Underground World, as evidenced by his attendants and the Magic Shields he possessed.

In a limited space, once both parties launch a rapid magic attack, the number of Magic Shields directly determines life and death; the Feilengcui Lord possessing so many Magic Shields meant that even if twelve Hell Black Dragons attacked him simultaneously, a swift kill was impossible!

"How curious and strange, you were yelling fiercely earlier, why have you stopped acting now?" Richard Shock asked, "Are you still fighting or not? If not, I’m done here!"

"Such a bunch of fools~" the little parrot covered in green bamboo leaves smugly cursed, while Guoguo laughed heartily without a care.

"At this level of magic, who are you scaring?" Blood Infant Siro, still a wet-behind-the-ears youngster unafraid of tigers, glared at Richard Shock, responding provocation with provocation. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Yo!" Richard Shock sneered sinisterly, "You little brat, let me come..."

"Hold on!" The Blood Elf Prince immediately stood up, stopping the imminent battle.

Richard Shock watched Prince Benitez, smiling silently.

"Richard, the ’Blood Essence Orb’ in your head is indeed very alluring, and I don’t wish to hide this fact! I think no Mage would not desire this orb!" expressed the Blood Elf Prince earnestly, like a straightforward gentleman: "But after much consideration, I still hope to win your friendship!"

Old Richard nearly died laughing.

"We, the fallen Elves, settling on the Surface World, do not intend to provoke a powerful neighbor, and our archenemy is the Surface Elves, not you, Beamons!" Prince Benitez continued earnestly in his speech: "Therefore, I hope you accept the proposal I initially made, to share the three underground continents together!"

"Prince His Highness had initially planned to harm Richard! And this thought must have been brewing for a while!" Richard Shock smoothed his smile, the corners of his mouth bitterly pulling: "With twelve Hell Black Dragons and a great Magic Tutor of Blood Infant assisting, the fallen Elves, a nation of warriors, possess overall strength comparable to the most flourishing human empires of Aegean! If you add one Saint Level orb, your power would awe everyone! If I were you, I would plan the same!"