Victory over the flashing gold race sanctuary _1

Tang Zhen's feet stepped on the ground that was covered in blood and minced meat. His leather boots were constantly wrapped in mud. He slowly walked to the front of the dog-headed man patriarch and sized it up without saying a word.

The Kobold chieftain's body was covered in wounds, and the corpses of a dozen loyal guards had fallen around it. They had all fought to the last moment, and their bodies were unrecognizable.

Seeing Tang Zhen standing in front of him, the dog-headed patriarch, who was kneeling on the ground and tied up by a rope, coldly snorted and turned his head to the side. He gritted his teeth, but perhaps because of the pain, the dog-headed patriarch's muscles kept twitching and trembling. However, from the beginning to the end, the dog-headed patriarch didn't make a sound.

Although the other party was an enemy of a foreign race, Tang Zhen was still full of admiration for the dog-headed people's loyalty and their unyielding will.