The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Chapter 89 - 89 17 Bimon (2)

?Chapter 89: Chapter 17: Bimon (2) Chapter 89: Chapter 17: Bimon (2) Shami Taegor’s words deeply resonated with everyone present; no one liked dealing with those sleazy, ugly mortals, with their hearts full of holes, always scheming behind the scenes. In the Beastman Kingdom, where martial power is revered, the ways of the mortals could never garner the favor and blessings of their worshiped and protected deity—the War God Mars.

But they couldn’t do without the mortals either. On one hand, the desolate Mogan Wilderness was rich and fertile, but from another perspective, it was barren and poor. It gave the beastmen endless forest and game, which was their homeland. The wilderness also had countless mineral deposits and fertile land, but the beastmen were still constrained by the mortals—they lacked salt and spices. Without salt, their tribe members would fall ill. Without spices, they couldn’t preserve their meat.

The noble beastmen also craved mortal world luxuries such as jewelry, ornaments, silk, tea, and artworks. According to ancient legends, without these offerings to War God Mars and the Huntress Goddess Artemis, who have always protected the beastmen, great disasters would befall them. And after offering sufficient tributes to the gods, they too longed for the luxurious life from the mortal world. All of this could only be obtained through their unceasing southern campaigns.

As the Chief of the Wolf Clan, Carter Wolfe considered himself no less wise than Shami Taegor, but he also knew that Taegor’s broad-mindedness was unmatched in the entire Beastman race—a fact that even Carter himself had to admit. This was the main reason he was willing to acknowledge Shami as the Thirty-second Beastman Alliance King.

“Shami, do you mean that we should stop here?” The Wolf Tribe Leader finally stopped rubbing his hands and set his eyes on the other man’s broad face.

“Winter is coming, and the mortals in the South are well-prepared. Until we see the second batch of goods they send, I don’t think there’s a need to continue moving southwards. The goods we’ve acquired this time should be enough to report back to the elders of our tribe. Of course, we need to maintain our deterrence along the border to prevent the mortals from rebuilding their castles and fortresses, so that we can secure greater strategic development space for next year.” Taegor’s advice was quite prudent, and Carter had to admit that in light of the current unclear circumstances, it was the wisest choice.

“Christine, how is the research progressing?” The burly man shifted his gaze to the lazy woman curled up in a large chair.

Her fiery, explosively voluminous red hair, a pair of fiery eyes shimmering like gold beneath meticulously groomed eyebrows, her crimson lips resembling a random dab of vermilion by a painter’s brush on a silver platter. With a body as if boneless, her pale, tender calves stealthily emerged from the fur apron, even her toes were painted a rouge red, mimicking the ladies of mortal nobility, adorned with flowers and butterflies drawn with fine feathers—a painstaking work by a famously skilled mortal slave beautician.

Just as with other clans where males have traditionally taken the throne, the position of ruler in the Fox Clan had been firmly held by females for hundreds of years. Christine Fox was the undisputed Fox Clan queen of her generation. Apart from successfully acting as the lubricant in the alliance of the clans, Christine’s Fox Clan had been at the forefront of beastmen learning from the advanced civilization of mortals.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Shami, but our people couldn’t glean anything more from the damaged battering rams, let alone reproduce them. However, we’ve made some gains. These battering rams are quite sophisticated, not something ordinary workshops can produce. Many of the metal parts require professional processing to be made, beyond the capability of a standard smelting workshop. We have reason to believe that the humans producing such equipment must have the power of at least a city or kingdom to do so, especially with the most critical component being the rotating springs. Our researchers simply can’t believe how such a tiny thing can generate so much power, not to mention figuring it out.”

The Fox Clan woman’s charming demeanor caught even the usually unromantic Bear Clan Leader’s eye, as he couldn’t help but give her a few extra glances, while the others couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Disappointment surged almost simultaneously on the faces of the men, most noticeably on Carter’s. As the main force of the beastmen’s light infantry and the primary soldiers for siege warfare, the Wolf Tribe soldiers had always been top contenders for assaulting and breaching fortresses: “Christine, are we truly unable to replicate it? If so, won’t we forever be controlled by those mortals?”

“Carter, do you think that those mortals, the most fragile of life forms, can become the most powerful rulers of the Continent so easily? If resolving this issue were so simple, I think our ancestors and other tribes like the Elves and Barbarians would have long since completely eradicated such scum from the Continent.”

A clucking giggle, her blossoming figure causing a stir, the Fox tribe woman’s thriving assets commanding attention. Everyone’s gaze retracted as if scorched by fire, and the temperature inside the tent seemed to rise by a few degrees.