The Wolf King cursed in his heart and sneakily hid in the dark, attracting a large number of evil energy puppet remains. Then, he sat on the mountain and watched the tigers fight. What kind of "Turan orc method" was this?
Even so, he did not dare to continue testing Meng Chao's determination.
Moreover, the way his opponent spoke and acted was very different from that of an ordinary orc. It made him feel as if he was in a pool of fog, seeing his own reflection. It was both vague and familiar.
"You're from the Blood Hoof Clan?"
The Wolf King carefully observed Meng Chao's totem armor, trying his best to search for clues from the armor's design and the totem engraving's style. "I don't remember there being any deep hatred between me and the powerhouses of the Blood Hoof Clan that is worth our collective deaths.
