The true hidden curtains of the Western Continent—and even of this world—were about to be gradually drawn back!
Uh, actually, the Tiger Clan was part of the hidden curtain too, weren't they?
So, can Pighead act cute and play the fool for you all?
A gentle little kiss—give me recommendation votes!
Dear ones, any recommendation votes?
It was the dead of night. Blood, flesh, and corpses carpeted the ground as that drifting, elusive voice came from within the forest, carrying several threads of sinister aura that set hearts pounding. With a clatter, the several thousand archers and crossbowmen closest to the forest turned as one under their officers' commands, training their bows and crossbows on those woods.
The dwarf warriors also widened their bloodshot eyes, staring at that patch of forest with loud, rasping breaths.
When they had charged out of those woods just now, they had not discovered any outsiders inside. Yet someone was speaking in there now—could they have seen the undead? Of course, dwarves were not afraid of the undead. Beneath dwarven warhammers, even the undead would be beaten to death all over again.
Lin Qi gave a cold snort and said in a low voice, "These people are my prisoners!"
That voice laughed. "Prisoners can be merchandise too! Your Grace, the esteemed Duke, you defeated the First Cavalry Division of the Dragon Wing Legion and even captured Black Duke Karon alive. Your valor will surely spread across the entire continent!"
Soft footsteps sounded, and a hunched figure slowly emerged from the woods.
His skin was faintly dark red, and two tiny sharp protrusions rose from his forehead—a pair of delicate little demon horns. He had a wolf-like head and a body less than four feet tall. His comical appearance was wrapped in an exceedingly fine