Meng Chao was stunned when he heard this.

Is there such an awesome person in Turanze?

How is this possible?

"If 'Jackal' Canus is really as you say...a genius and a prophet, I would like to ask you how you were captured by the Lion King and the Tiger King, and how did the Jackal Warriors you brought with you become the whole army?

What about the ones that were destroyed?”

Meng Chao sneered, "According to my observation, the combat effectiveness of these wolf warriors far exceeds the limit that ordinary wolves can achieve. It seems that in order to concoct such a wolf 'death squad' and 'assassin group', you and the Wolf King must

A lot of effort was put into it and all the resources were invested.

"Don't tell me that the annihilation of such an elite army is also part of the Wolf King's 'plan'!"

This time, it was the Leopard poet's turn as if he was struck by lightning, and he didn't know how to refute.

Not only because of Meng Chao's questions, but also because of the questions that lingered in his mind repeatedly after he was captured by mistake.

What’s more, Meng Chao’s words were spoken in ancient Turanese that was purer than his own!

An outsider with black hair and black eyes.

Wearing the "Fist", the founder of the Bloodhoof Clan, the most powerful "King of the Stomach" of the Bear Clan, the legendary figure of the Falcon Clan, and the "Broken Wings" who once dominated the airspace of Turanze for decades, the three ancient powerful

The totem armor blessed by the author.

He also spoke an ancient Turan language that has long been lost today, and even bards may not be able to master it. His accent was as pure as if he had just woken up from a 10,000-year slumber.

This, how is this possible?

In a trance, the Leopard poet seemed to see the light coming from the ancestral spirit from the depths of Meng Chao's eyes.

He was dumbfounded and his heart was pounding.

"Admit it, the Wolf King is by no means omniscient and omnipotent. From his failed attempt to annihilate the Great Horn Legion, to his failure to let the Holy Maiden of Ancient Dreams escape from the trap, to his careful planning to have the Lion King and Tiger King kill each other, only to fall short - he has already done too many things.

Who can guarantee that he will not make more serious mistakes again?"

Meng Chao grabbed the ears of the Leopard tribe poet, spoke the ancient Turan language, and poured a thunderous voice directly into the opponent's brain, "Do you think that after you failed to guide the lion and tiger to kill each other, all your men were killed?"

After the army was destroyed, how did your 'Lord Wolf King' climb all the way to the top of the Holy Mountain, break into the top of the Holy Mountain, and break through many traps to get here?

"Without my help, he would have died long ago!

"If I really want to go against him, there will be ten thousand opportunities along the way. Even if I hold him back from the beginning and wait until the Lion King and Tiger King catch up, he will have a hundred lives and they will all die.

Both are clean!

"It's just that killing the Wolf King is not my purpose. I just want to... correct some small mistakes and make the future follow the right path and become a better tomorrow.

"And this is also the mission passed on to me by the ancestors of your Turan civilization, those ancient heroes who risked everything to protect the fire of civilization!

"Now, the fate of Turan's civilization is in your hands. Don't let your stupidity or cowardice destroy Turanze and kill everyone including the Wolf King and your daughter!

"Trust me, tell me where the 'mark' is!"

Stormy waves arose in the mind of the Leopard poet.

He still couldn't believe Meng Chao's words 100%.

Nor dare to bear the burden of deciding the rise and fall of Turan civilization with one of his own choices.

But under Meng Chao's pressing pressure, he couldn't help but glance at his left hand.

The five fingers of the left hand curled up slightly, as if they were hiding something.

Meng Chao observed his movements keenly.

It grabbed his left wrist like lightning, and the force seeped into the wrist bone, forcing the Leopard tribe poet to spread his left hand.

The left hand of the Leopard poet is somewhere between a primate and a cheetah.

The five fingers are distinct and also have thick flesh pads.

And on the meat pad, there are actually tattoos of dancing dragons and phoenixes.

Meng Chao felt strange.

Turan orcs are indeed a race that likes tattoos.

The power of totems contained in their bodies often requires special tattoos to be stimulated.

Just like the extraordinary beings in Dragon City, when their spiritual energy is aroused, mysterious and complex gorgeous spiritual patterns will appear on their body surface.

But as far as Meng Chao knows, few people would choose to get tattoos on their palms instead of the back of their hands.

Meng Chao narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was a faint burn mark on the palm of the Leopard tribe poet's hand.

It was as if his palm had been pierced by a red-hot steel nail.

In order to cover it up, he carved thick and colorful tattoos around the burns.

Burns are not surprising.

Such concealment is quite suspicious.

With a thought in his mind, Meng Chao injected a magma-like spiritual flame into the palm of the Leopard Tribe poet, erasing a corner of the tattoo.

As if some kind of seal had been broken, the Leopard tribe poet immediately grabbed his left hand and screamed.

Accompanied by the crazy twitching of his left hand, a wisp of milky white holy fire spurted out from the center of his palm, as if it had been pierced by a red-hot steel nail.

The incomparably holy flame opened a small window, and something that seemed to be carved out of crystal, like a feather and a shining narrow arrow cluster, slowly emerged from the palm of the Leopard tribe poet.

emerge.,

The biggest secret was discovered by Meng Chao in this way, and the Leopard poet's face turned pale.

Deep down in my heart, I breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

In his eyes, the mysterious man with black hair and black eyes in front of him was a terrifying existence on the same level as "Lord Wolf King".

The future of Turanze and the fate of Turan civilization should be decided by the most powerful people like them who have been blessed by hundreds of millions of ancestors!

The Leopard poet closed his eyes, breathed a long sigh of relief, and slowly collapsed.

"This is it!"

Ice Storm's eyes burst out with an extremely brilliant light, "This is the 'mark'!"

She flew forward, took a handful of crystal feathers shimmering with milky white light, and held them in her palms.

The power derived from the holy light immediately burned the Turan flesh and blood she inherited from the Leopard Tribe poet, making a "squeaking" sound, and also caused an unpleasant burnt smell to emit in the air.

The ice storm hurt so much that every scar on his face reopened in the twitching.

The blood flowed meanderingly onto her shoulders, chest and arms, and also flowed into the "mark" on her palm.

When she was half-orcish from her father's bloodline and was "purified" by the Holy Light to the point of being in pain and dying.

Half of the witch bloodline originated from her mother, but it awakened and boiled around the "mark".

Whoosh!

Meng Chao saw that a high-speed rotating magic circle suddenly appeared around Ice Storm's right hand that was holding the crystal feather tightly.

The shining nine-pointed star ejected a mysterious and complicated light screen projection, and every magic rune inside was clearly visible, much like the virtual keyboard on a Dragon City portable computer.

Deep in Ice Storm's eyes surged a concentration and confidence that belonged to a witch that Meng Chao had never seen before.

She endured the severe burning pain in her arm, her five fingers trembled at high frequency, and her right hand turned into a ball of gray mist.

Her fingers struck magic runes like a rainstorm.

The magic circle is rapidly rotating with different interfaces.

Magic runes fell from top to bottom like a waterfall.

Even with Meng Chao's extraordinary vision that broke through the divine realm, it would be difficult to clearly capture the trajectory of every magic rune.

Ice Storm has entered a certain state... like being possessed by her mother's soul, in a trance.

Every jump of the fingertips is as natural as breathing, and the magic circle is quickly locked on a special interface.

Meng Chao noticed that two lines of spaces appeared in the magic circle.

It looks like you have to enter your username and password to obtain some advanced permissions.

As a witch, Ice Storm, of course, cannot enter a username and password like a magician certified by the Temple of Holy Light.

Accompanied by a spooky sound of bone friction and dislocation, her five fingers, after a slight pause, actually twisted their joints, as if they had turned into a weird "key".

She inserted the "key" into the center of the magic circle.

The wrist is twisted almost 270 degrees.

On the first line of the two lines of spaces, seven magic runes suddenly appeared, as if a username had been entered.

In the first space of the second line, the first rune of the password also popped up.

However, this rune is beating and changing crazily, as if Ice Storm is using exhaustive methods to continuously try to invade the magic circle and seize the highest authority.
To be continued...