Damn, this Muradin is way too impulsive.
Mo Fei criticized inwardly as he watched the old fellow who usually hid in the camp, drinking and boasting all day without moving an inch from his seat. Yet, the moment a fight broke out, he charged faster than anyone else.
Although he hesitated for a moment, Mo Fei didn't stop. What about the plot events? If the sky falls, there are tall ones to hold it up... that saying seems a bit off, but the principle is the same.
With the King of the Hill there, what else is there to worry about?
Just follow and ride the wave for Plot Points.
With that thought in mind, he charged in after him.
The scale of the relic was quite large; it was just covered by snow from the outside and didn't look very eye-catching, but once inside, the complex and massive interior space made Mo Fei very cautious.
