Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1344 - 379: The Power of the Fallen Elves

Backed by the dazzling Tamerlarya ice peak, mirroring the sky, nestled within the lush primeval coniferous forest,

with waterfalls cascading into lakes clear as mirrors, and bushes and wildflowers stretching as far as the eye can see, fluttering with lively butterflies.

This is the Fallen Elves’ new home on the surface, Lusen City.

At this moment, Liu Zhenhan stood outside Lusen City.

Today, Liu Zhenhan is dressed as an exotic Ent, with emerald bamboo leaves woven into a long robe, and even his hair and beard dyed green. In his hand, he holds a twisted bamboo walking stick, and at his waist hangs a bamboo flask. Guoguo and the little parrot perch on his shoulder, fully covered in bamboo leaves, heads bobbing mischievously, ready for combat.

"Lusen" in the Elvish language means "the world’s most beautiful pearl born from a clamshell."

For other races, relocation is undoubtedly a troublesome matter, but for the Elves who are close to nature, it could not be simpler. Building a city is merely a matter of having a bunch of extraordinary plant seeds.

Elf plant seeds quickly grow into tree houses, swiftly become vine floors, and rapidly form natural arrow towers, watchtowers, city walls, and other large structures, a gift of natural talent that no other race can imitate.

Although having reached the surface for less than half a year, the current Lusen City already boasts a stretch of towering tree walls, encircling like a mother’s arms, forming a vast plant metropolis beneath the Tamerlarya mountain.

Two massive, rugged black stones, around three to four acres in size, float above the city of Lusen. Honeycombed stones are wrapped in dense, thick iron chains and giant shackles, with vegetation-covered arrow towers standing tall on the flat stone surfaces, soaring sixty to seventy meters above the ground, magnificently powerful and imposing.

On the ice peak that Lusen City leans against, dark figures bustle about, with cave forms clearly taking shape and the clear, pleasing sound of hammering and chisel digging coming from afar.

It is evident that the Fallen Elves have constructed a city that can advance or retreat with the terrain, benefited by the servitude of the best mountain mining Gray Dwarves, sparing the Elves of Lusen City a great deal of trouble.

"Richard, why are there two floating giant stones above this Elf city?" The Shepherd-tree People elder looked up, a hint of skepticism in his gaze, focused on the two Flying Peaks in the sky.

"They are the Underground Suns." Liu Zhenhan had long cast covetous eyes on those two stones suspended in mid-air: "These things are a type of peculiar mountain peak from the underground, possessing a special Gravity Magnetic Field capable of negating Earth’s Gravity and allowing them to float in mid-air."

"The Fallen Elves actually managed to bring two of these to the surface? How did they accomplish that?" The Shepherd-tree People elder marveled: "That’s truly incredible! Whoever wants to attack here must first face the firepower from the two aerial platforms!"

Liu Zhenhan shrugged his shoulders in regret.

Near the Gang Wind Trench close to the Underground World, indeed, there are many Underground Suns, but due to the biting cold wind, no Golden Crow dares to perch there. The size of these two stones is so terrifying; they’re probably the two largest Underground Suns.

Such immense Underground Suns, even in a buoyant state, would require a horrendous amount of pulling force. Even if the Fallen Elves had 600,000 Cow-Eagle People, Liu Zhenhan still could not fathom how they brought these two Underground Suns up to the surface through a magic teleportation array.

Isn’t this too difficult?

With two Underground Suns creating natural high grounds, Liu Zhenhan admired the Fallen Elves’ imaginative power. These were like two indestructible aerial aircraft carriers. As long as the air force is strong, these two aerial combat platforms could severely frustrate the enemy!

"Iskosmi!" Liu Zhenhan chuckled secretly in his heart: "Such fine things are naturally meant for the Feilengcui."

"What’s going on?" The Shepherd-tree People elder had waited for a while, but seeing the city gates of Lusen City remain closed, he grew a bit impatient: "Don’t the Elves even understand the basic courtesy of receiving guests anymore?"

Feilengcui’s messenger had notified the Fallen Elves of Lusen City yesterday that the Feilengcui Lord would visit today. Just now, the Feilengcui Lord had revealed his identity below the city, but until now, the Elves have still not opened their gates to welcome the guests, leaving everyone puzzled.

Staggered behind the towering city wall, a row of towering War Ancient Trees stand with great presence; on the abundant natural tree canopy arrow towers, vigilant Elf Sentinels’ gaze forcefully narrows.

Accompanying Liu Zhenhan to Lusen City are thirty-eight adult Buddha giants, standing in a line, their presence astonishingly formidable.

The Buddha giants used to prefer wearing rather loose garments, but after following the Flower King, the situation completely changed. They all wore tight black leopard-skin vests, metallic chain trousers, long leather boots, with spurs clinking on their heels.

Looking at these dozens of enormous men, standing outside the city with a necklace of skulls draped across their broad chests, their bodies covered in fierce tattoos; each one shouldering a gleaming, blood-stained crescent shovel – the swarm of Elf warriors on the tree wall running back and forth, panting as if suffocated.

The Elf tree wall was only seventeen or eighteen meters high; if the Buddha giants swung their shovels, they could surely level the City Wall.

The Giant race all possess formidable combat strength. When over ten adult Giants travel together, not even Giant Dragons would provoke them. It is widely rumored that Giants love to fashion shields from Giant Dragon skulls. Now, with thirty-eight high-level Buddha giants standing outside the city, towering over ten meters tall and armed to the teeth, ready for battle, one can imagine the feelings of the Elf Sentinels.