Right when Happy was breaking out of the Mongolian logistics camp and Silver Wolf had not completed his quest in bothering the enemy flank, Silver Wolf did not know that another batch of people were on a high spot on a slope in the distance, and they were watching his fight against the ten thousand cavaliers with frowns on their faces.
"No! Hall Master Dream, I, Violent Wind and Bloody Rain, can protect your elites to come to the Mongolian camp to carry out your quest, and I can also help you in creating an environment for you where you can get points, but if you want me to bring my troops to launch an ambush against Mu Clan with your people? I'd rather you just kill me."
A tall and built man had his back turned to the various elites from Class One Hall while he stood on the slope. His eyes shone with a cold and resolute glare.
