"The Wolf People's hunting parties have emerged from the valley, bringing elite forces. This damn place has at least three thousand elites. Yan Song just scouted around and found at least four Wolf People battalions heading our way, totaling over ten thousand. These dog bastards aren't afraid of anyone attacking by placing their arsenal here.
It feels like we've stepped into a trap..."
"Nonsense, we came because it's a trap! Besides, can a trap for dogs hold a tiger?"
The Old soldier of Qing dynasty let out a sinister laugh, surveying the blood-soaked battlefield, just in time to see Half hanging brother drink the victory wine and charge into a group of clustered Wolf People.
He silently saluted the warrior in his heart, then said to Mustard micro-fool:
"Don't worry, let the reinforcements come; the more, the merrier. By attracting the enemy here, we can let the Rock Dwarves infiltrate the valley better from underground.
Where is the self-destruct car?
