Such an impassioned promise, coupled with the title "Doomsday Demon Wolf" he would bear in the near future, made Meng Chao sneer.
"Then when exactly will the 'time be ripe'?" Meng Chao asked.
"Very soon. Once we achieve decisive results in the Era of Glory, that will be the moment when the ratfolk truly rise!"
The Wolf King spoke with earnest conviction. "Don't think I'm stalling for time or making excuses. This Great Horned Rebellion is merely a prelude. It truly is not yet time for tens of millions of ratfolk to raise the most resounding battle cry in one voice—the ratfolk scattered everywhere have not yet fully gathered together, countless ratfolk still habitually submit to their masters' enslavement, and the Five Great Clans remain deeply rooted and immensely powerful. Their one-handed, sky-covering order has endured for thousands of years; it cannot possibly be shattered completely overnight.
"Right now is like the darkest hour before dawn.
"Even if, at such a moment of utter darkness, I revealed my identity as ratfolk and threw all my strength and resources into adding fuel to the Great Horned Rebellion, what use would it be?
"Don't be fooled by the Great Horned Legion singing triumphal songs all the way as it drove straight through Golden Clan territory. That was only because the Lion Clan and Tiger Clan were openly and secretly fighting each other, while also wanting to use this chance to weaken the Wolf Clan, so they deliberately indulged it.
"If either the Lion Clan or Tiger Clan got serious and sent out merely one or two heavily armored battle groups, they would be enough to crush the Great Horned Legion completely.
"Besides, if the Great Horned Rebellion continued, it would only severely weaken Turanze, leaving Turanze badly drained before the Era of