The Wolf King looked at Meng Chao with a strange expression.
"If 'the blood of the strong must flow for the weak,' what benefits does it have to be the strong? Why does everyone have to sharpen their brains to become strong? Why doesn't everyone just lie down and be weak so that they can enjoy the benefits brought about by the sacrifice of others?" the Wolf King asked.
Meng Chao blinked and coughed dryly before he fell silent.
"However, I seemingly heard similar words in my dreams," the Wolf King picked his ears and said disapprovingly.
"Just like in Picturesque Orchid Lake, the warriors would also say to the rat people, 'Use your swords and courage to wash away your lowly bloodline and defend the ancestral spirit's glory.'
"It doesn't matter whether the warriors sincerely believe that the rat people are also qualified to defend the ancestral spirit's glory.
