"War trophy? What is that?" Zhao Guang was still quite curious about the Mouse-men.
Could it be that these Mouse-men, who could disrupt the Beastmen's peace single-handedly, were the same ones only fit to be cannon fodder in his memory?
"It's these, a bunch of mouse skins. Although the quality is somewhat lacking, the quantity is truly enormous." Following Elder Lai Wu to the back, Zhao Guang was somewhat shocked upon seeing a warehouse full of mouse skins.
"So many, how many Mouse-men were killed to get all these?"
"There are simply too many Mouse-men, killing them is an endless task. This time because they had better weapons, which the Mouse-men weren't accustomed to, that's why so many were killed. If it were before, most of the bodies would be discarded."
"Discarded? What a waste. Wait, with so many Mouse-men, is there enough underground space for all of them?"
