"Eh, what happened to your hair?" Mo Fei deliberately made a surprised expression as he asked.
"Don't even mention it, I got into a fight with a damn black dragon, and it singed my hair." Morgan Lisha said with a face full of frustration.
"Do you need me to help you deal with that black dragon? And Varian, I think he would be more than willing to help out."
"No need, I'm afraid you wouldn't be much help with this matter, and as for Varian, he has orcs to deal with."
"I think the orcs are nothing to fear, as long as the Alliance unites, we can certainly defeat them—you agree, right, Varian?"
Varian immediately showed a proud expression, "Humph, just a bunch of orcs, as long as I lead the troops into battle, they'll be sure to come and not return."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're so confident. Do you have any special understanding of orcs?"
