Inside a tent Lin Mo and the others had prepared specifically for meetings.
Fat from two whole roast lambs, roast ducks, and roast suckling pigs dripped onto the charcoal, sizzling.
The rich aroma of meat mingled with the scent of chilled beer and baijiu, whetting everyone's appetite.
Grom led three strikingly different figures inside.
At the front was an upright werewolf over two meters tall.
His scar-covered upper body was bare, his muscles knotted. Every step was silent, but his predatory presence made the guards inside the tent sweat through their palms.
The moment he entered the tent, his nose kept twitching, and his keen eyes swept rapidly over every corner.
They finally settled on Lin Mo and Zhao Gang.
"Lord Lin Mo, Lord Zhao Gang!" Grom introduced the werewolf:
"This is Warwick, the commander our tribal alliance sent to receive the equipment, a seventh-order warrior."
Warwick smiled faintly and nodded in greeting.
Grom then pointed to a minotaur over two and a half meters tall.
"This is the deputy commander, Alistar, a Sixth Rank warrior."
Alistar carried a Giant Axe wider than a door across his shoulder, its blade bearing dark red notches.
He scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly twice, blowing two heavy streams of air from his nostrils.
"And this is Wukong, the seventh-order expert you hired." Grom's voice was full of pride.
The Wukong he spoke of was one of the Winged People, with a pair of pure white wings on his back.
He was handsome and stern-faced, and had turned slightly sideways when entering the tent because of his wings.
His face was no different from a human's. With a stern expression, he nodded to Lin Mo and Zhao Gang.
"This is Commander Lin Mo, and this is Deputy Commander Zhao Gang. They are the