"Stay calm!" Liu Zhenhan suddenly stood up and bellowed, gesturing to the Beamon warriors not to be so tense.
Inside this immensely wide mountain cave, there was nothing but thick bat dung with an extremely foul smell. The only ones willing to sleep in there were the warty pig warriors and the Tauren warriors, totaling over five hundred people.
The Feilengcui warriors one by one stood up from their sleeping bags, grabbed their bronze swords and shields, and looked tensely at their boss.
"Don't worry! The Mulanese won't come through the stones!" Liu Zhenhan snorted coldly and spat out his cigar.
Just as he spoke, a large group of Piegel warriors and Tauren warriors sprinted out of the cave, shouting as they went, "Bats—bats—"
"What exactly is going on?" An Orephin officer, infuriated, grabbed one of the warty pig warriors rushing out of the cave and hoisted him off the ground.
