Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2026 - 643: Heavy Losses (Part 5)
"There will definitely be a tough battle later on! I don’t know what that iron tower on their side is doing, but I’m guessing it’s some kind of siege equipment!" Richard nodded toward the massive iron tower in the distance: "Looking at the current situation, Witherspoon’s commander should know he can’t possibly take down Witherspoon, after all, we’re opposing them with the full force of our nation and have the advantage of timing and terrain!"
"If you find that iron tower unpleasant, then go ahead and destroy it!" King Sal laughed heartily, "Surely they’re not putting that siege tower in front of Witherspoon just to let it perform for you?"
"I’ll deploy our Temple Knights’ phantom beast air force!" The red-robed High Priest Brut tapped his skinny chest with excitement: "It’s just a siege tower; as long as Richard gives me a bit of grease, I can burn it up directly!"
"No way! Brut, my grease has to be saved for a large battle. I want to concentrate all my firepower and crush these invaders in one go! But the Demon Clan hasn’t arrived yet, so my grease, barrels of alcohol, explosive arrows, and pearl sequencer can’t be used for the time being!" Richard shook his head: "This isn’t about me being stingy, but about using things only if necessary! So let’s have the Temple Knights hold off for now and I’ll let Kahn make a flight trip instead!"
"Actually, letting it approach the city wall is no problem; isn’t it just a steel scaffold? How many people can climb up at once?" General Reyes was even more reluctant to use grease, this strategic weapon: "I doubt it can be burned down; look at how thick the steel frame of that tower is!"
"Why use a Bour knife to kill a Chekin! Brother Richard provided our Tang Zang Empire with phantom beast resources; these trivial matters should be handled by our troops!" The Fifth Prince had just gone beneath the city wall to see the giant dragon turtle phantom beasts captured by the Cambridge priests. His hands were still trembling with joy, even though Richard only allowed him to capture ten phantom beasts this time. Naturally, he had his own calculations, and now he patted two compliments, getting ready to say more.
"Stop causing trouble! With what will you destroy that tower?" Richard was baffled; this guy only brought dozens of Arrow Gang knights and a wine mage, and the tower is so far and so big, who other than the swiftly mobile air force can take it down? The Sea Clan allied forces surely have experts!"
"I’ll just call over some Tang Zang air forces; after all, the Sea Clan allied forces don’t have an air force, I doubt their mages can fly faster than my air force!" The Fifth Prince whistled flirtatiously, as if with wind and rain, swaggered down to the magic teleportation array beneath the city wall to call for reinforcements. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"Richard, if the enemy’s elite forces are exhausted by us, should we take the initiative to attack next?" King Beamon said while receiving Richard’s eagle-eye spyglass, and with a brief search, found that the Sea Clan’s mage unit was organizing an orderly evacuation and transfer. King Beamon smiled, calmly took out his bone-linked treasure box, and notified Prince Lionheart Kahn, stationed at Sabak, to dispatch all the Brut spirit magicians, Prairie Elf mages, and stationed priests to assist in the Northeast Province.
General Reyes was thrilled to hear what the king said in the bone-linked treasure box, his face flush with excitement.
After all, the legendary priest Mourinho was also stationed in Sabak, along with the illustrious Duke Bruckner and the Mizuno family; the Northeast Province now truly gathered all the nation’s priest power!
"I think stalling would be better; if we must fight field battles to defeat the Sea Clan allied forces, our own losses might not be small, so what’s the point!" High Priest Brut eagerly interjected.
"Brut, you’re too negative! This era is one of agitation; so-called hundred-thousand troops often include even logistic units, not that everyone is a warrior! A cross-regional army can’t just manage with knife-wielding warriors; their provisions, accommodations, each aspect requires management and care!" Richard turned away when hearing Mourinho’s name; it made him especially uneasy: "The Sea Clan’s main force is only a bit braver than our Vassal Clan, what else is there? Once we defeat their main combat race and stall for about two days, using our air force to dampen their morale, we can definitely take them on directly outside the city! Our Beamon would never resort to using Sea Clan octopus warriors or Demon Clan ghouls as main forces, because our army will forever be the most professional and formidable warriors under the stars, unstoppable by anyone!"
"Well said! If they don’t come to fight us, we’ll go to fight them!" King Sal nodded, "Primitive Ancient Origin isn’t a corridor for bandits to come and go freely; to come is fine, but to leave, they must pay with blood!"
"Majesty, Lordship, with what you say, it makes me seem somewhat conservative! Then let’s fight!" The old lizard thought of Obischillaci; even with all of Witherspoon’s troops gathered, it’s just about two hundred thousand; you two have some real nerve, not waiting for them to finish their siege but already planning how to engage with their million troops head-on!"
"Beamon remains Beamon, always flowing with the blood of aggression." This time, there were two elder chieftains from the Prairie Elf Tribe living in the Donau Wasteland, accompanying King Beamon to assist at Witherspoon. As Wind and Wood dual adept elf mages, both chieftains possess considerable magical capabilities, yet even with high magic levels, they were awed by Beamon’s trio through their question and answer interaction; Beamon is truly Beamon, with their exceptional boldness and courage in the face of war incomparable to other wisdom races.
