The Black-Robed Figure Descending on The Werewolf Territory
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Night, Preston.
The night wind blew on the werewolves' fur.
After a few 'Huffs',
The werewolves lowered their heads as they looked at Morris.
There was silence.
Morris looked at the scene in front of him.
Although he was annoyed that a werewolf dared to challenge his authority,
He didn't lose his temper on the spot.
He even burst out laughing.
Because he thought of the thing that Zach had requested.
Didn't Zach want me to prepare the sacrifice?
Then let them sacrifice their lives for the werewolf clan!
Morris glanced at the few werewolves who had just made a sound.
He found that they all looked familiar.
Weren't these the werewolves who followed behind Zach every day with a face full of flattery.
He could just sacrifice them. He believed that when the time came, Zach's expression would be very interesting.
"Hahaha!"
Thinking of that, Morris even laughed out loud.