Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 145 - 12 A New Life {VIP - 10}_2

Liu Zhenhan’s memory was always reliable. He remembered that the large water-element magic, which had annihilated all the Dark Elves in the blink of an eye, was summoned by this Pigiel mage despite his frailty.

"Warriors of the Western Lands, please tell me... what is wrong with my apprentice?" The human man gently stroked the Pigiel’s face, asking Liu Zhenhan with a mournful expression.

"He... he is beyond saving" Suddenly, Liu Zhenhan felt a lump developing in his own throat.

"What?" The travelers’ faces turned instantly pale, and they tottered before regaining their balance.

"The Life Spring." Sighed Liu Zhenhan. "The Dark Elf Clan possesses the Life Spring. They used tricks to lure you near the spring, and this Pigiel Mage drank that dreadful water."

The travelers fell silent.

After a long while, the Orc warrior who resembled a gorilla, fiercely swung the iron rod in his hand, smashing a boulder nearby. With a sound like a thunderclap, the millstone-sized boulder was reduced to fragments under the force of his blow.

What incredible strength! Even Liu Zhenhan, possessing the strength of a dragon, couldn’t help but be taken aback.

"Master, we’ve been too merciful. Maybe if we started fighting sooner..." The burly Beamon resembling a gorilla had tears shimmering in his eyes which silently rolled down his cheeks, sinking into his thick fur.

The human traveler didn’t say anything more. However, his suppressed sorrow couldn’t be concealed.

Gently chanting, a soft light soothed the injuries on the bear-man Vieri’s body—wounds he’d just acquired in battle healed in an instant.

"Ascetic Monk! You’re an Ascetic Monk!" Vieri gazed in disbelief at the healed wound on his body. Kampas above! This was "Prayer Soothing Light", a skill only Ascetic Monks possess. During the wars between Orcs and Humans, the Beamon suffered due to a lack of adequate medical care. The humans, however, had Priests and Ascetic Monks who could quickly send a large number of gravely-wounded warriors back into the battlefield.

"Yes." The prince from another continent gave a reluctant smile. "I am indeed a Monk. My apprentice and I came to the West in search of some ascetic monks’ notes. Had it not been for the persecution of the Ascetic Monks by the St. Paul Church, we might have already returned to our homeland."

"Let’s save this Pigiel first!" said Liu Zhenhan. "If necessary, I can use the Soul Chain War Song to transfer our life forces to him!"

"It’s useless." The prince turned around, his shoulders trembling, and after a long while, he said, "He’s already been drained of his life essence by the Life Spring. Even if we try to infuse him with more life force, it will only go into that newborn life within him. Over the past two days, he’s already reached the very brink of his life’s end."

"Then what do we do?" Vieri couldn’t help but lament.

"The bloom of life always blossoms anew in a different form. We monks do not fear the passing of life." Despite the deep sentiment and regret in the prince’s voice, he turned and smiled freely, traces of moisture visible at the corners of his eyes.

The prince’s two apprentice travelers couldn’t control their emotions any longer. They hugged the Pigiel and began to sob uncontrollably.

The sound of a man crying can deeply touch hearts. Even the rugged Vieri turned away to wipe at his eyes, his shoulders shaking.

Liu Zhenhan’s heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness. He really wanted to help these travelers, but he was unable to do anything.

Looking at the distraught Eastern travelers, Liu Zhenhan felt an overwhelming sense of fate for the first time.

After an uncertain amount of time, a mournful squeal echoed through the quiet mountain cave, trailed by echoes.

A plump piglet, eyes not yet opened, its skin transparent as if it could be broken by the lightest touch, a large nose seemingly sniffing at something.

"Our little darling is a girl." The Prince covered the piglet’s eyes, cradling it in his arms, large teardrops slipping from the corners of his eyes.

"Kampas! It’s...a beast." Vieri’s nose stung slightly.

The Beamon are not human; Beamon’s population never increased significantly, predominantly because there was a certain probability that Beastkin would be born among their offspring — offspring that only exhibited limited signs of intelligence and had beast forms. This probability was always quite high.

This great Eastern Pigiel’s magical power far surpassed any limit Liu Zhenhan had seen. If the spells he had cast at the brink of death had such terrifying power, one can only imagine what his magic would’ve been like when he was in full health. Yet his life essence was about to disappear.

The birthrate was what had led to the current situation, which was undoubtedly a great regret.

"Why isn’t it a Pigiel?" Liu Zhenhan sighed.

"A Pigiel is life; it too is a life!" The Eastern prince continued to cover the piglet’s eyes, affectionately kissing its small face, not caring about the bloodstains on its body.

"Your Highness, where do you plan to go next?" Liu Zhenhan asked, seeing the prince’s apprentices wrapping the bloodstained body of the Pigiel mage in the skin of a white horse, and feeling an inexplicable sense of sadness.

"We have gathered all the notes of Western Ascetic Monks; we need to return to the East." The prince caressed the piglet and cleaned it with his garments. "But this small creature won’t survive our nomadic lifestyle. Magical Beasts proliferate along the way, and we have to cross the terrifying desert and swamp. Taking it with us would be a crime. So I want to ask a favor of you two brave Beamon."