"Because 'Jackal' Kanus was not the one who could defeat the Holy Light Temple."
Meng Chao spoke with absolute certainty. "Turanze had ushered in the longest Era of Glory in its history and could gather the largest army in three thousand years. This was a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. If they still could not utterly defeat the Holy Light Temple this time, then perhaps... there would never be another chance."
"How did you know?"
Meng Chao's unwavering attitude left Ice Storm even more bewildered.
One had to know that 'Jackal' Kanus's scheme had not yet succeeded.
Even if he had a full plan that was as treacherous and unfathomable as a maze, Destroyer's Horn and Raging Blade were both Supreme Experts unprecedented in their respective tribes for a thousand years. How could they so easily fall beneath Kanus's wolf claws?
If the Lion King and Tiger King truly lost, would that not prove that 'Jackal' Kanus was Turanze's undisputed strongest warrior, perhaps even the strongest in three thousand years?
At the very least, his interlocking schemes and his temperament for enduring patiently were absolutely unparalleled among High-Level Orcs.
If even such a War Chieftain could not command the Turan army and defeat the Holy Light Temple, then who else could shoulder such a heavy responsibility?
Thinking of this, Ice Storm could not help asking, "Could it be that you possess the ability to foresee the future?"
It had originally been a joke.
Yet the moment the words left her mouth, Ice Storm was seized by an inexplicable thought of all the predictions Meng Chao had made along the way.
At first, Ice Storm had dismissed Meng Chao's wildly imaginative words with scorn and laughter.
But as his predictions came true again and again, her derisive laughter had long since turned into cold