At this Borisin on the side.
"Hmph—these wretched beasts, it seems they haven't heard of our mighty name in quite some time."
Hoolay, now disguised as Foxian, looked around. A heavily guilty death row inmate had escaped from prison, but the Xianzhou was unusually lively, as if nothing had ever happened.
"What you see are nothing but fragile bubbles, easily burst. They're just lowly beasts who don't understand the situation."
Modu stood next to Hoolay, looking at the bustling crowd around him with an indifferent gaze.
"They seem to have long forgotten what fear is. It's time to remind them of that feeling!"
Hoolay's eyes were filled with ferocity as he greedily surveyed the passing crowd.
" Hoolay, please calm down. Once we leave this place, we'll have plenty of opportunities for revenge."
Modu dissuaded Hoolay from unleashing a massacre. The longer the situation dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for them.
"Ah—so what exactly are we facing? Or rather... who will stand in our way?"
Hoolay changed the subject, expressing his curiosity about what price the Xianzhou was willing to pay to capture him and bring him back.
" The Wardance is about to begin, and Generals Yaoqing, Zhuming, and Luofu have gathered on the Xianzhou Luofu, along with the Astral Express who have been invited."
"According to the information, old man Huaiyan has temporarily taken over Jing Yuan's position and is in charge of the Xianzhou's affairs. Jing Yuan is dealing with Vidyadhara's problem. And the only one we need to deal with is General Yaoqing — Feixiao."
Modu briefly explained the situation, but when he mentioned Feixiao's name, he was interrupted by Hoolay:
"Advisor, you've displayed an emotion that shouldn't belong to Borisin. It's... the scent of fear. What has General Feixiao done to make you so afraid?"
Modu clenched his fist, and finally decided to tell the whole story:
"That Feixiao... was originally a servant we kept. Later, he secretly escaped, became a general on the Yaoqing Xianzhou, and even scattered our clan—"
"How could such a lowly beast be beaten so badly? Without me around, what kind of degenerate have those Du Lan brats become?"
Hoolay's voice was filled with anger. If even lowly beasts could defeat them, then the position of leader of the warriors might as well be passed on to the Foxian.
Silence fell over the field. Hoolay had clearly calmed down and collected his anger.
"By the way, what's this about the [ Angel of Exalting Sanctum ] you mentioned?"
Modu's hesitation, Suedo spoke again:
"She calls herself [ Mangusi ], and says that only by bringing you back can the scattered tribe be saved."
"So, you mean I should return to Du Lan, be commanded by your so-called [angels], and lead my people into an unknown future?"
Hoolay's anger surged again. Borisin's depravity was a minor issue, but if he were to be controlled and commanded by others, then Borisin would be finished.
"Of course not. You are, after all, the leader of the battle—"
The more Modu, the more guilty he felt, regretting that he hadn't thought of this problem sooner.
"Phew—forget it, let's go back and make plans later."
Hoolay sighed deeply. There was no point in discussing this now. Since they had genuinely come to save him, he should escape first and then make further plans.
"A lowly animal will always be a lowly animal; it will always come back, no matter where it runs."
Hoolay muttered something to himself, seemingly deep in thought.
At this moment, Hanxing and his companion sensed something unusual...
"Etc!"
Hanxing sniffed around, and seemed to detect an unusual scent of wolf hair in the air:
"Go down from here. The smell here is... rather peculiar."
The mecha's heavy body landed on the ground, stirring up a gust of air. Hanxing shook his slightly numb limbs and jumped down from the mecha's embrace:
"Phew—I'll hold you looser next time, it hurts..."
Sam's detector scanned the surroundings, confirming that there were no enemies nearby for the time being. A wave of heat swept in, and the Firefly's figure reappeared in the flames:
"Please, be more lenient with me next time—"
Hanxing gave a helpless smile: Ever since those few nights, it seems that some unknown traits of Firefly have been activated, and she has started flirting regardless of the occasion.
"There's the presence of Borisin around here, be careful."
As soon as she finished speaking, Hanxing pinched the ornament hanging on her trench coat, briefly activating the power of [ Harmony ], and several familiar afterimages appeared before her eyes.
"So, what did you find?"
Firefly observed again, and she could also smell that strong wolf hair scent in her nose.
I'm sharing my perspective with you.
As Hanxing finished speaking, she exchanged a glance with Firefly. Dozens of figures quickly appeared in their field of vision. At this moment, a Foxian dressed as Cloud Knights was standing with a tall, muscular Foxian man, who could be roughly identified as Modu.
"Looks like that muscular guy is Hoolay... Any news about him?"
Firefly analyzed it carefully for a while, then stared at Hanxing.
"Perhaps. This scene was reconstructed based on the surrounding atmosphere. Search the surrounding area; if more clues are found, their escape route can be further reconstructed."
While speaking, Hanxing was also busy searching around.
Before long, the two made some discoveries.
Firefly bent down at the base of the wall, picked up a clump of fluffy material, observed it in the sunlight for a while, and finally came to a conclusion.
"Star, over here!"
Firefly waved to Hanxing was not far away. Before long, the two were standing together.
"This is... wolf fur?"
Clearly, the two reached the same conclusion. The presence of wolf fur in a place where there are no wolves at all speaks volumes.
"Judging from the temperature, those Borisin haven't been gone long."
Firefly gently stroked the fur and said cautiously.
"Hmm, we can try using it as a lead-in for tracing."
Hanxing's eyes turned blue, with golden patterns blending into them. Accompanied by an imperceptible tremor, Borisin's escape route quickly appeared before him:
"This is... towards the Starskiff Haven; they're preparing to leave. However—"
Hanxing tightened his grip on his sword. From the very beginning, he had felt several unfriendly gazes fixed on them.
"It seems like some troublesome guys have been watching us for a long time."
Seeing that they had been discovered, the few Borisin hiding in the crowd simply stopped hiding and tore off their Foxian disguises:
"Quickly stall them and buy the boss time to escape!"
The Borisin shouted loudly, and the surrounding crowd froze in place.
"Firefly, evacuate the crowd, leave the rest to me!"
The Borisin seemed to have anticipated his words and immediately turned their claws towards the civilians on the roadside.
"Damn it... these damned guys really know how to exploit people's weaknesses--"
Hanxing thought to himself, and his body began to move.