What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

The alien leaders gathered here all stood up, each choosing a direction, and roared away.

Gretel followed behind his father.

The further they flew, the more frenzied Grell's aura became.

The row of sharp bone spurs on his back stood up uncontrollably, rubbing against each other and making a piercing "crunching" sound.

"Bang!"

Grell suddenly swooped down and grabbed a black rock about half a person's height by the roadside with one claw.

The rock shattered on the spot, and fragments of rock shot out like cannonballs, hitting the surrounding dead tree trunks.

"Damn the Phantom Moon Mirage Clan!"

Grell gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl.

"That old bastard with three pairs of golden wings dared to call us reptiles in front of the envoy!"

Gretel was panting heavily, his eyes filled with a savage, murderous glint.

"What are they, the Mirage Clan?"

"They are pitifully weak; a mere Force storm on the battlefield could tear them apart!"

Gretel swung his thick arm forcefully, his claws slicing through the air.

"If those pink moths weren't so good at conjuring up illusions, I would have rushed up and plucked those three pairs of golden wings off him one by one!"

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan turned his head, his cloudy yet cold eyes fixed on Gel.

"Shut up."

Gretel's chest heaved, still wanting to argue.

But when he met his father's cold eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and lowered his head.

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan stopped and turned around.

You made two mistakes today.

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan stared at his son, his tone stern.

"First, you shouldn't have said those things to the Abyss Messenger today."

Gretel looked up, his face full of confusion.

"Why? Humans have mastered that strange teleportation ability; I saw it with my own eyes!"

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan sneered and shook his head.

Do you think the envoy would care?

He stretched out his giant claw, pointed to himself, and the scales on his claw had begun to turn golden.

"In the eyes of the Abyss Messenger, there is no difference between us Thorn Feather Clan, the Illusion Moon Mirage Clan, or any other race."

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan spoke in a low voice.

"We are merely knives."

"They only care whether the blade is sharp or easy to use!"

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan turned around and continued flying forward.

"You complained to the envoy about the human race's teleportation ability. This isn't intelligence; it's telling him that the Thornfeather Clan's blade has become dull and unusable."

"Do I need to teach you what happens to a dull knife?"

Grell shuddered, and the bone spurs on his back suddenly retracted.

He recalled the emotionless gaze of the Abyss Messenger, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"second."

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan paused for a moment, then continued.

"The envoy wouldn't care what happened between us and the blood elves."

"That's a private matter planned by our Thornfeather Clan. The more you say, the more you expose."

Gretel followed behind, nodding thoughtfully.

The surrounding malevolent energy gradually thinned out, and they had flown out of the core area of ​​the S-class zone.

Gretel recalled another scene from the meeting earlier, and his brow furrowed again.

"Father, what exactly is the situation with that Blood-Splitting Rhinoceros clan?"

"That burly man who is five meters tall, when he faced the envoy just now, I saw that he didn't even bend his waist much."

"The leaders of other royal families didn't even dare to breathe loudly, but he dared to interrupt directly and even take on the task in front of the envoy."

Gretel recalled the heavy, mountain-like aura emanating from the burly man and felt a little uneasy.

"He doesn't seem to be particularly afraid of the envoy?"

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan slowed down, raised his head, and looked at the gray sky.

"Blood-Splitting Rhinoceros..."

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan uttered these three words with a rare solemnity in his tone.

"They certainly don't need to grovel like we do. Because behind them stand the true giants of the abyss."

Gretel pricked up his ears.

"In the abyss dwell seventy-two demon kings."

"Each demon king possesses the power to destroy the world."

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan turned his head and looked at Grell.

"One of them is called the Blood Rider Demon King. And this Blood Rider Demon King's personal mount is called the Blood-Splitting Dragon Rhinoceros."

"That five-meter-tall giant, and the entire Blood-Splitting Rhinoceros clan behind him, are a branch of the Blood-Splitting Dragon Rhinoceros's bloodline left behind on the battlefield of all races!"

Gretel gasped, his eyes widening involuntarily.

A branch of the Demon King's mount's bloodline!

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan glanced at his shocked son and continued speaking.

"In countless wars between our myriad races and the human race in the past, the Blood Rhinoceros clan has made outstanding contributions."

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan made a finger gesture in mid-air.

"Their physical bodies are the strongest weapons; they are a race truly born for war."

The King of the Thornfeather Clan patted Gelé on the shoulder, his tone reassuring.

So, put away your resentment.

"Just watch. Now that the Blood Rhinoceros Clan has accepted this mission, as long as they send out their warriors to charge, those human students will surely be trampled into a pile of mud like a tangled mess."

"But, Father."

Gretel still looked worried. "This time, the humans are really different."

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan turned around and looked at Grell, who had a puzzled expression on his face.

He shook his head, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, and let out a low sigh.

"Are you still making excuses?"

He looked at the Blood Elf Heart on his chest, where golden light shimmered like a breath.

He turned around and hovered in front of his son.

"Greek".

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan raised his head, and in his turbid eyes burned a fierce ambition.

"The power of beings like the Blood-Splitting Rhinoceros originates from their bloodline."

"But we, the Thorn Feather Clan, are born ordinary."

He stretched out his hands, looking at the rough lines on his palms and his sharp nails.

"We have neither the protection of the Demon King nor the legacy of the ancients."

"Our people fight desperately, but the upper limit of their bloodline still exists."

"As long as I can successfully refine this Blood Elf Heart and fully integrate its primal power into my body."

He looked at Gretel, his eyes flashing with a blinding light.

"Our bloodline will undergo an unprecedented evolution!"

"We, the Thornfeathered Clan, are no longer traitors who attacked the Blood Elves!"

"Our bloodline will break the shackles of the Heavenly Sea Realm. At that time, neither the Illusionary Moon Mirage Clan nor the Blood-Splitting Rhinoceros will dare to yell at us anymore!"

The King of the Thorn Feather Clan turned around and continued flying towards his territory.

"So, control your temper."

"What we need to do now is lie low."

Gretel stood still, listening to his father's voice drifting leisurely towards him.

"I see."

His vertical gaze shifted.

"But this time, the human race is probably not that simple."

His self-talk was blown away by the mournful wind...