Faced with Meng Chao's blade-sharp gaze, even the mighty Platinum Embrace's eyes shifted evasively.
Still, this tightly reasoned analysis raised Platinum Embrace's assessment of Meng Chao by another notch.
He believed that Meng Chao and the female warrior beside him, whose features bore strong traits of the Leopard Clan, were certainly no ordinary ratfolk.
One had to know that even among the Lion and Tiger Clans, among those raised from childhood under traditional military education, there were countless who could split mountains and cleave rocks, wrestle tigers and leopards barehanded. Yet those capable of peeling back cocoons thread by thread, sorting matters into clear order, and drawing the correct conclusions from limited intelligence were few and far between.
As for the vast majority of Ratfolk Servant Soldiers and slave laborers, they did not even recognize half a Turan character. How could they possess such insight?
It seemed that these two had held rather noble statuses before joining the Great Horned Legion.
No wonder they were qualified to accompany the Ancient Dream Saintess at her side.
At this thought, Platinum Embrace became even less inclined to conceal anything. He nodded openly, pain and remorse appearing on his face as he gritted his teeth. "That's right. The Great Chieftain truly wasn't in Crimson Gold City at the time—not only the Great Chieftain, but also his personal guards, along with dozens of renowned warriors and promising rising talents. None of them were in Crimson Gold City.
"Otherwise, no matter how brave and skilled the Tiger Clan led by Raging Blade might have been, how could the Lion Clan, whose roots ran unimaginably deep in Crimson Gold City, have been beaten into such a miserable state?"
"So that's how it was."
Meng Chao said, "Destroyer's Horn not only left Crimson Gold City himself, but