Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2182 - 672: Two Against One (Part 2)

Let’s turn back time to October 10th, the day after the secret meeting in Florence.

The fledgling "Forgotten Kingdom" welcomed its first foreign ambassador. Given the disdainful attitude of the major powers of Pan-Aegean toward the "Forgotten Kingdom," the arrival of this foreign envoy garnered significant attention from the Fallen Race’s upper echelons—not to mention, the background of this foreign ambassador was enough to keep the Fallen Race from being lax, as he is currently the only strong figure able to truly threaten the security and survival of the "Forgotten Kingdom."

Who would tolerate others sleeping beside their own bed?

The Fallen Race had long anticipated that Beamon would be highly displeased with the establishment of the "Forgotten Kingdom." They had already prepared many countermeasures and were ready to pay the price.

In any case, the World War was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to benefit from chaos. If they waited for the Bimon Kingdom to free its hands, it might no longer be possible for the Fallen Race to establish its own kingdom on the Donau Wasteland with just a mere proclamation.

"Your Majesty Richard, I admit that our ’Forgotten Kingdom’ is no match for the Bimon Kingdom, but you must acknowledge a fact—currently, 1.4 million Hai Mu allied troops are surrounding your capital. If these invaders were to capture Sabak, your country would face a situation of disintegration. I remember you Beamons have an old saying, ’Even Medusa can’t function without a head!’" Before even a word of pleasantries could be exchanged in the conference hall, the current king of the "Forgotten Kingdom," the former King of Moore, His Majesty Shangkeli, couldn’t wait to half-warn, half-advise old Liu: "If there is a full-scale war between the Bimon Kingdom and our country due to territorial disputes, honestly, it would be a disaster for Bimon!"

"Your Majesty, should I interpret your words as a threat, provocation, or declaration of war?" Liu Zhenhan paused in mid-air, about a centimeter above his seat, and leaned toward the aging King of Moore, throwing out a cold smile: "If so, I’ll leave immediately!"

"Your Majesty, you are also a politician. You should understand that facing facts is far more important than indulging in momentary emotions." The muscles on the face of the King of Moore twitched painfully: "My brother, Benitez, died at the hands of you Beamon folks. If Lucerne were to declare war on Beamon, it wouldn’t wait until today! I want to remind you, if you start a war with us now, the Bimon Army would have to contend with the pressure of fighting on two fronts, which is not favorable for you!"

"Then let’s go to war." Liu Zhenhan kicked the chair, stood up straight, ready to leave.

"Your Majesty Richard, you are overthinking this!" The highest priest of the Forgotten Kingdom, the Drow Matron, You Yue’er, quickly grabbed old Liu’s arm and said: "His Majesty Shangkeli means that as long as the Bimon Kingdom formally acknowledges our ’Forgotten Kingdom’s’ sovereignty, we of the Forgotten Race are willing to deploy part of our regular army to assist you in defending against the barbaric invading robbers in Sabak!"

"Our demand is just that simple." The chief elder of the Forgotten Kingdom, Prince Haide of the Naga, glanced at His Majesty the King and spread his hands toward old Liu: "This should be a win-win proposal!"

"Interesting, wasn’t it stated in your founding declaration that you would maintain permanent neutrality? If you’re sending troops to assist us Bimon in combat, isn’t that reneging on your word?" Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but laugh, casually stroking Matron You Yue’er’s smooth cheek, letting out a chuckle: "A nation’s promise represents the honesty of a race. You wouldn’t take your own words lightly, would you?"

"This is a special offer prepared exclusively for our Beamon allies. Of course, we will also adhere to the universally recognized principles of honesty on the continent..." Matron You Yue’er’s body wrapped gracefully around old Liu, her eyes ambiguous: "...It’s actually easy to solve. The Moore and Drow in appearance are indistinguishable from ordinary Elves, and the Nagas remarkably resemble your Beamon Snake-men. As long as we dye our skin and hair the colors of ordinary Elves and Medusa with the ’Thousand-leaf Nymphaea’ juice, who would have anything to say?"

"That’s a clever solution..." Old Liu’s mischievous eyes angled downwards, he murmured in praise: "Hehe, You Yue’er, you seem even more beautiful than before..."

"You incorrigible thing..." The Drow Matron’s beautiful eyes immediately welled up with a sensuous and seductive shine.

"Ahem... ahem... Your Majesty, what do you think of this condition? If you don’t agree even to this, then we’ll have to start preparing for war." Chief Elder Prince Haide cleared his throat significantly.

"Let me show you something first, then we can continue this discussion." Liu Zhenhan embraced Matron You Yue’er’s slender waist and gestured to all the high-ranking members of the Fallen Race: "I’ll need to trouble you a bit, find me a spacious plaza."

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In Pearl Plaza within Lusen City, squads of armored Elven warriors thoroughly cleared away unrelated personnel. The three great Fallen Elves at the leadership level stood dumbstruck, staring at the hill-like piles of oak containers.

The oak containers, stacked like city walls, each emitted the fresh scent of new shavings.

Two high-ranking Moores sat slumped like mud by an opened container, each holding a section of bamboo pipe that looked like a piece of sugarcane.