Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2159 - 666: Birth of the Crown Prince
The moon casts its crescent glow over the Nine States, bringing joy to some, while others are in sorrow.
While Liu Zhenhuan was proudly boasting of his martial merit and receiving endless gratitude from the human race, a verbal battle erupted at the Sea Clan’s base camp between two kings.
After dismissing all their subordinates, Sea Emperor Beckenbauer of Seia and Queen Chaoheran of Ares quickly fell into a quarrel after only a few words.
"Ah, human mages are launching a massive attack on the Sabak-Hai Mu coalition? Hmph, do you plan to deploy Storm Sorcerers to fully confront them?" Queen Chaoheran of the Sirens sneered harshly at Sea Emperor Beckenbauer with eyes sharp as daggers: "Your Majesty Beckenbauer, because of your foresight, we have just returned the Forgotten Valley to the humans without even getting it warm in our hands! I would like to ask you, how are we going to fill the daily salt deficit from now on? What is our next military plan?"
"Salt? Just dig three feet into the eastern Aegean!" Sea Emperor Beckenbauer knew he was at fault but was unwilling to lose face, so he stubbornly argued: "We now control nearly twenty million humans, and none of these slaves will be retained in the future, so let’s just cut off all their salt supply now! Why worry about military plans? If we can take Forgotten Valley once, we can take it a second time!"
"Today is not Fool’s Day, so don’t joke with me." Queen Chaoheran’s mole at the corner of her mouth twitched frequently, emitting a scornful laugh: "Salt is a necessity of life! No one can do without it! If you don’t give those human slaves salt, it’ll be a miracle if they don’t rebel within half a month! Don’t forget, my mermaid majesty, we only have a million troops in the rear to monitor and intimidate the twenty million human slaves!"
"What are you afraid of? One is a regular army, the other is a ragtag group that hasn’t even seen blood. Even if we have only fifty thousand warriors in the rear, we can still slaughter any human scum who dares to rebel!"
"Alright, even if you solve the salt problem, what are we going to do next? You saw for yourself today, with so many Beamon priests, our warriors are just marching to their deaths if they charge! What’s the use of having so many Storm Sorcerers, if the spells can’t have warriors to follow up with, it’s all for nothing. We can’t rely solely on Storm Sorcerers to conquer the Aegean territories!"
"Are you blaming me for this? How was I supposed to know why the Beamon have so many priests?"
"If not you, who else? Didn’t you withdraw all the Storm Sorcerers, leaving the Beamon priests to roam the Coral Sea front unhindered?"
"You witch!" Enraged and humiliated by being hit where it hurt, Emperor Beckenbauer snapped: "If you’re so prescient, you should have come forward earlier to warn me! Now that it’s happened, what good is talking in hindsight!"
"I truly regret it now; if not teaming up with you backward Seia folk, Ares surely would have conquered the Aegean Continent already!"
"Want to part ways? Fine! I’d be more than happy with that! I’ve been waiting for that day! And don’t forget, the An’erle Formation is a Seian patent. Before leaving, make sure to leave our water separation formation behind!"
"Ha, have you gone senile? Who would spit out meat that’s already in their mouth?"
The mutual bickering and insults continued for half a day until their mouths got dry and frustrations were vented. Only then did the two sea emperors sit down calmly again to discuss the next strategic plan.
Savvy and mature politicians are just like this; they know when to turn and when to cooperate, keeping an account book in their bellies.
Beamon priests using the "Berserk War Song" to reinforce the physically weaker Sea Clan cannon-fodder units has clearly become a major headache for the Sea Clan. Without quickly addressing this bottleneck issue, having more troops will not help the Sea Clan retake the Forgotten Valley—of course, with so many Storm Splitters around, even the Beamon and humans with inactive totem pillars of war songs can do little against the Sea Clan’s army.
The thought of having such a huge military advantage yet being held in place by the opponent with a barren face-off left both sea emperors in a bad mood.
Pinning hopes on breaking the deadlock on the two northern and southern expedition forces turned out to be an unrealistic fantasy. Even if they could complete large-scale flanking maneuvers and surprise attacks from behind human lines, it’s not something that could be accomplished in a short time.
The strategic stronghold Yif Castle at the treacherous pass of the Dorott Duchy once again caught the attention of His Majesty Beckenbauer and Her Majesty Chaoheran. Seizing this strategic stronghold soon should be far more practical than waiting for the two expeditionary forces to find a breakthrough!
But this immediately involved the previous problem: would the Beamon priests so easily allow the Sea Clan’s military plans to succeed? Given the Beamon air force’s agility and the leapfrog speed of their magic teleportation array, any isolated Sea Clan force without enough Storm Splitter sorcerers is bound to suffer devastating blows!
Currently, the Sea Clan’s forces are divided into five main parts: the main army in the Alps Wetland, the Hai Mu coalition sieging Sabak, the northern corps advancing into the Fire Falcon Mountains, the southern corps pushing into southern Kalimdo, and the million-strong garrison of already conquered cities; with close to twenty thousand Storm Splitter sorcerers, it seems like a lot at first glance, but evenly spread across these five bloated armies it’s a bit lacking, since the Sea Clan has no air force and its alchemy machinery is not sophisticated enough to effectively defend against enemy airborne attacks.
