"That's truly a pity,"
the centipede muttered, counting its own legs and responding in a rather ingratiating tone.
It knew all too well the groundhog elf's nature of boasting.
Just the last outing, when the Demon King took this rat out for a raid, they merely slaughtered a single village of about a hundred people. Yet, on returning, it spoke of corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood and as if they had conquered Qingmu City.
Also, the time before that, when the Demon King went out to hunt for fresh blood and they encountered a Loose Cultivator from the Golden Core Realm, whom they killed casually. The rat spun the fight to sound as if it rivaled the grand celestial-demon war a thousand years ago.
And the time before that...
