The boundary between heaven and earth was blurred, and a blizzard hit the battlefield, completely covering the Hongyandong Mountains, and everywhere you looked was covered in white.
Hassen had already left, but the wind and snow were too heavy tonight. He was worried that he would lose his way in the snowy wilderness and could only return to the abandoned inn. The scorpions led by Hassen this time all have faces that resemble those of the Zhou Dynasty. They have taken off their camouflage armor and are sitting around drinking tea.
"Zhou..." One of them wiped his waist badge and tried to identify it in the firelight, "This person's surname is Zhou."
"My surname is Fu," the other person also raised his badge, "I am a man from the Great Realm."
"Wolves all come from the Great Realm," the scarred bearded man looked around at the playful juniors, and finally looked at Hasen who had remained silent, "You killed the Wolf King tonight, Hasen, and from now on you will be the king of the northern battlefield."
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