Huozi was in a good mood today. To be precise, ever since he and the others had followed their boss, Lord Tibilus, to Zelandia, he had been in a pretty good mood every day. He had food and drink, people respected him, and he often ran into enthusiastic young Drow ladies who brought him unexpected surprises. How could he not be happy?
He was just especially excited today.
Today was the day he was meeting with the Drow. At last, he would enter a Drow stronghold as a warrior, not as a servant or a slave.
He knew that once the agreement was reached, they would face another Blood War for the first time in five years. But Huozi dared say that not a single member of the entire Red Blood Tribe was afraid! If anything, they were looking forward to it!
The Gnolls had always been natural hunters of the wasteland. Before they met Li Wei, they had lived every day racing against death. The scorching blood in their veins might briefly settle, but it would never grow cold!
They had once been humble, but now they had a chance to earn honor and rise through the ranks on the battlefield!
This was a gift from heaven.
For this day, Huozi had even put on a full suit of crimson armor that he'd paid the Old Dwarf Tiger a fortune to make for him. He'd also added a sharp horn to the top of his helmet.
That was because one day, Master had joked to him, "A red suit of armor with a horn makes you three times faster. Those are the real tough guys in human stories."
Though Huozi knew Master was only joking, he still insisted that Old Tiger add a horn.
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