"Who exactly are you?"
Seeing Meng Chao poke his head out, Ice Storm asked coldly.
All ten sharp leopard claws slid from their pads, as though if a single word displeased her, she would scratch his face until it bloomed with mandala flowers.
Meng Chao blinked.
She finally couldn't hold it in anymore?
That was perfectly normal.
Though High-Level Orcs were brawny, their minds were anything but simple.
The training techniques he had displayed these past few days, along with his astonishing battlefield control just now—including the ability to gather sound waves into a line and transmit them point-to-point into a target's eardrums—had all far exceeded the standards a ratfolk, or even an ordinary Clan Warrior, should possess.
Ice Storm had already been remarkably patient to endure until now.
Ignoring the frost spreading between her claws, Meng Chao grinned. "If I were you, I wouldn't ask that question."
Ice Storm narrowed her eyes. Two dangerous ice flowers blossomed in their depths. "Why not?"
"Because that question isn't important at all."
Meng Chao said calmly, "Just as I'm also very curious about who you really are—supposedly a Clan Warrior with the bloodline of glory flowing through you, yet despite possessing formidable combat power, you haven't learned the slightest thing about command or leadership.
"You claim to want to command a war gang, perhaps even an entire battle regiment, yet you have no interest whatsoever in training or command.
"You say you broke with your Lineage, fled the Golden Clan's territory, and only came to Black Horn City because you had nowhere else to go, yet you refuse to join the local strongest Bloodhoof Family through the 'Blood Conferral Ritual.'
"You say you are an exceedingly rare snow leopard warrior, but from my observations, the feline traits on your body look less