Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2003 - 639: Wonderful Uses of the Battle Song
Elder Andulan gently rocked the basket cart, gazing affectionately at the sixty-seven Frosty Pichus lying motionless on the flax mat. These little creatures had been in "deep meditation" for nearly half a month now. Considering their average lifespan of only twenty years, being in deep meditation for this long was nearly equivalent to a Giant Dragon entering "contemplation" for twenty years.
During these days of neither eating nor drinking, the Frosty Pichus hadn’t lost their chubby little faces. Instead, they had unknowingly grown several times chubbier; each Frosty Pichu, originally the size of a squirrel, had now grown as big as a plump rabbit. Moreover, large clusters of rosy red had sprouted from the dimples on their cheeks, along with pure black zebra stripes emerging from their golden bodies, giving them somewhat the appearance of little prisoners. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
The old man’s delight lay precisely in this.
These black stripes, infused with the gentle and lively elemental rhythms, undoubtedly represented a form of magical power outward expression——magic patterns!
Faced with this occurrence, the experienced Elder Andulan was amazed despite his liking.
It is known that magic patterns usually appear on the outstandingly elementally-affine Elves Great Magician, a supreme gift of fate, an impeccable sign of extraordinary talent, a distinction even denied to the Giant Dragons.
Though the magic patterns on these Frosty Pichus, their Elemental Fluctuation still far from the boundless ocean-like power of the Elves Great Magician, undeniable it was that such clear and profound magic patterns absolutely indicated these Frosty Pichus possessed even greater elemental affinity than the Elves Great Magician!
From a purely theoretical perspective, such outstanding elemental affinity meant these little creatures could train in more magic branches; but they couldn’t chant Magic Spells, a natural shortcoming that made Elder Andulan regretful. He was certain that with such clear and profound magic patterns, given enough lifespan and the ability to speak, they could definitely train to master all elements of magic.
"Come forth!" The old man stood on tiptoe and placed a pearl from the icy Ice Clam upon the crystal wall lamp, slightly lowering the room’s temperature.
Penguin Butler Mr. Jabbar silently appeared behind Elder Andulan, bowed deeply with his hand on his chest.
"Notify the Fierce Tiger Mercenary Corps in the Underground World to pause capturing Base Dragons and try to bring back some Frosty Pichus."
"Ah?" Mr. Jabbar, having served as royal chamberlain for many years, never lost his composure, but this time he broke into a sweat like a waterfall.
Last time, Crown Prince Guoguo brought back over a thousand Frosty Pichus from the pine forest, and besides the sixty-seven in "deep meditation", the rest had turned the Red Earth Highland upside down!
These Frosty Pichus had enormous appetites, with bellies disproportionately large, often bringing back wild beehives, causing the people in the Red Earth Highland to have swollen heads from being stung everywhere. They were curious about everything and wanted to learn everything; tracing the boxing kangaroos trained in Florence, they would wrap their fists with hemp rope early each day, mimic Saint Kailu’s one foot stands, practicing combo punches to the rhythm of shepherd’s flute; while kangaroo fighters punched targets, these short-statured creatures preferred sunflower stalks, and with their antics, production drastically halved over a hundred acres of newly blooming sunflowers! Seeing elf archers practicing Archery, they somehow got the idea to DIY makeshift bows and arrowheads with bamboo and skin, capturing fat guinea pigs as targets, turning Florence into a cacophony of screeches all day long.
Mr. Jabbar could hardly imagine the chaos if Florence had another thousand Frosty Pichus.
"Treat them as house pets; although they are mischievous, they haven’t caused any major trouble." Elder Andulan understood Mr. Jabbar’s reluctance; besides their mischievous antics, the notorious aura of Frosty Pichus as the "Beast of Calamity" was overwhelming, while Florence hadn’t encountered any problems yet, but not long ago Lucian’s fallen elves suffered greatly due to massive Frosty Pichus rearing, war ancient trees were seized and Blood Elf Prince was nearly publicly decapitated by Xiao Bei, turned into a laugh across the continent, inadvertently adding to the "Beast of Calamity’s" notorious reputation.
"Won’t cause trouble?" Mr. Jabbar felt like crying: "Elder, do you know these little beasts have started playing military formations, definitely influenced by our nighttime broadcasts of Witherspoon’s siege on Dwyer! This could go awry; today I even saw them hoisting a Pendulum Crossbow pretending it was a bed crossbow! Just watch, tomorrow they’ll definitely cobble together a small Stone Thrower and smash our windows!"
"I accept it! As long as a few more mages emerge, I accept anything!" Elder Andulan knew Mr. Jabbar wasn’t an insider, completely unaware of how exaggerated a 6.7% mage birth rate was.
"Alright." Mr. Jabbar’s understanding remained at the ordinary level, believing magical beasts were inherently greater, thinking there was a limit to the power of Frosty Pichus, but since the elder insisted, he dared not oppose.
"Assign someone to focus on if bandits send more Adidasma over again, don’t just rush to extract the Magic Crystal and flush it out, also stuff the Netherworld Beasts’ corpses while still alive into pottery; let’s dilute those corrosive pus and keep them as Aerial Bombs!" Elder Andulan, tilting his head and squinting his small green bean eyes, pondered: "Fetch ten tons of frozen fish from our snow mountain ice cave and toss it into the Sanggan River."
