"..."
The Wolf Clan Leader cursed furiously in his heart. Sneaking around and lying in ambush in the shadows, drawing over a huge number of Evil Energy Puppet wrecks, then sitting on the mountain to watch tigers fight—what kind of "Turan Orc way" was that supposed to be?
Even so, he did not dare continue testing Meng Chao's resolve.
What was more, the way his opponent spoke and acted differed greatly from that of ordinary orcs, giving him the strange sensation of seeing his own reflection in a pool hidden within the mist—blurred, yet familiar.
"Are you from the Bloodhoof Clan?"
The Wolf Clan Leader carefully studied Meng Chao's Totem Armor, doing his utmost to search for scraps of information in its design language and the style of its engraved totems. "I don't recall having any blood-deep grudge with Bloodhoof Clan warriors worth perishing together over.
"Or do the Bloodhoof Clan's chieftains and priests believe that the mere Wolf Clan Leader poses a greater threat than the Lion King and Tiger King?"
Meng Chao's Totem Armor had originally been pieced together from a Bloodhoof Warrior's equipment.
At the Blood Skull Shrine, it had undergone another large-scale upgrade and enhancement, mounting the peerlessly vicious weapon, Skull Crusher.
The original Skull Crusher had been a warhammer that continuously spewed magma.
Although Meng Chao had reforged it into the shape of a heavy war blade, both the totems engraved across the Totem Armor and the savage killing intent released whenever the blade swung were steeped in the Bloodhoof Clan's fiercely intense aura—unyielding and unmatched in its brutality.
Meng Chao had no way to conceal the origin of this Totem Armor.
Nor could he truly tell the Wolf Clan Leader, "Yes. In my eyes, your threat is indeed ten times greater than the Lion