"The Lord has left the city!"
The Demon Werewolves shouted in panic.
"Great! Without the fortress, the Lord is like a tiger without claws and fangs. My men, form ranks, and fight the Lord to the death!" Lang Chenyan rejoiced. This Lord was too impatient; as soon as his trees started being destroyed, he dared to open the city gates.
"In any case! A frontal confrontation is more advantageous to us than a siege," Lang Chuliu said, although he looked extremely serious.
They had no secrets in front of the Lord.
Lang Chuliu was worried that the Lord might have the strength to resist them.
"Let's kill! Capture the king first to catch the thief. I suggest the three of us with ten platinum warriors jointly charge the Lord."
Lang Ming Shi said to Lang Chenyan and Lang Baxia.
"That's exactly what I intended! The Lord will pay for his arrogance." A joint attack was precisely what Lang Chenyan hoped for.
He was the strongest and didn't want to be targeted alone.
