Boiling Beast Bloodline Chapter 428

Everyone immediately imagined a giant dragon drunk in the sky, flipping twice, falling from the sky and splaying into a pancake on the ground.

Uh... It’s not lethal. Many were smirking in secret.

Seeing the Star Steel arrow in Elder Andulan’s hand, sending out magical fluctuations, Daisy furrowed her brow and leaned closer for a careful look, exclaiming in surprise, "Isn’t this the ’Annihilation Armor?’"

She took the bolt, examined it for a moment, then passed it over to Ruona.

Ruona had conducted in-depth research into human magic circles, which gave her more authority to speak on the matter than Daisy, who specialized in human tactics.

"Indeed... the magic array on the arrow is indeed the ’Annihilation Armor,’ a magic array specifically designed to break through magical defenses, the higher the magic resistance, the easier it breaks." While turning the beautifully crafted magic arrow Ruona nodded repeatedly, "However, this kind of magic array cannot be engraved, it needs to be adorned with Magical Mercury or jewels, so it’s for one-time use only. It’s a very difficult item to produce and very extravagant."

"How could a mercenary group from a third-rate kingdom, who can barely afford to raise a cavalry, also equip them with magic arrows? Where is that scumbag Totti? Where is he?" Lord Richard looked curiously around for Count Totti, desperate to solve the mystery.

"Magic-breaking arrows cannot be bought with just money; only alchemists can make them, and it takes a long time." Ruona smiled, "I’m a pretty good Alchemist; even for me, given enough resources, it would take at least half a day to make a magic-breaking arrow."

As soon as these words left her mouth, many people started looking at her differently. Those who didn’t know who Ruona was, were intrigued by her.

It wasn’t long before Gude was dragging the unruly but handsome Count Totti by his hair, throwing him in front of Lord Richard.

Gude dusted off a tuft of hair from his fingers.

"The Tornado Mercenary Group and the Holy San Francisco Empire seem to be getting along just fine, don’t they? Keeping a falcon that is already surprising but they also have magic arrows? Where did the cavalry get these magic-breaking arrows?" Lord Richard squatted down, lifting the earl’s handsome pale face darting the arrow held by his fingers back and forth before the earl’s eyes. "Would a small mercenary group have such a luxurious magic-breaking arrow? Are they planning on slaying dragons instead of targeting my Fire Pheasant? Are you and your uncle trying to play me? You little bastard, did the great Sanggan River wash away your guts?"

"Lord Richard... wait... let me explain... I’m just a graduate of the Saint Francisco Empire Military Academy, and yes, the Saint Francisco Empire does have air cavalries, but it’s just a twenty-man Thunder Falcon knights platoon, along with a single Dragon Knight. There are no Eagle Knights at all.?" Count Totti felt wronged, "As for the magic-breaking arrows, who knows where they came from - there are no alchemists among the mages of the Saint Francisco Empire!"

"A magic-breaking arrow with the Annihilation Armor, soaked in a top-grade paralysis toxin, it seems the Tornado Mercenary Group just happened to have anticipated that I had a strong Boma’s Fire Pheasant, doesn’t it? I’m not Lord Mourinho, how did my reputation spread so fast?" Lord Richard gave Count Totti a derisive look as he spoke in a creepy and strange tone.

"Oh, God! No... Campas!" The big prince was in a tizzy, grabbing Lord Richard’s trouser leg, "Lord, you mustn’t doubt us! We absolutely wouldn’t do such a thing! I swear on my character and my life!" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ɴovelfire.net

"Let’s see if you’re telling the truth." Lord Richard said with a sardonic smile, rolling up his sleeves.

"My lord." A strong hand reached out to Lord Richard.

In this hand was a small skull and a leather bag. Lord Richard’s gaze followed up the arm to find this hand belonged to the Boma tribesman, Yinzaji, the Cheetah man sent by the beautiful snake teacher. Richard remembered this muscular cheetah man was named Yinzaji.

"This is a wine cup." The cheetah man, Yinzaji, wobbled the small skull held between his fingers.

"A wine cup made from a baby’s skull? Where did it come from?" Lord Richard’s eyes narrowed.

"It was found on one of the five Eagle Knight corpses you shot down from the sky. When your militia was cleaning up the battlefield, I lent a hand." Yinzaji raised another leather bag in his hand, "This bag is filled with honey wine."

"The use of skulls as drinking vessels and the production of honey wine are unique customs of the Vikings," the cheetah man, Yinzaji, respectfully said.

"The Pompeii Empire?"

Almost simultaneously, at least ten people uttered the same name.

"Even though these Eagle Knights had shaved the braids from the back of their heads, I still saw the new stubble on one of the corpses." The cheetah man, Yinzaji, gave a slight smile and stepped back.

"Yes, yes, yes! It must be the Pompeii Empire’s involvement! The Danze family are Pompeians..." Count Totti was ecstatic, speaking quickly.

"Shut up!" Lord Richard narrowed his eyes, slowly bending the bolt in his hand.