Mo Hua listened and felt a chill in his heart.
Although he didn't know where Wutu Mountain was, he had at least heard of the Three Thousand Wilderness.
This was south of the Great Wilderness, close to the heartland of the Barbarian Tribes, truly the "territory" of the Great Wilderness.
Mo Hua felt helpless.
As a Daoist Soldier of the Taoist soldiers Court, he was originally supposed to follow the army to suppress the rebellion.
But before the battle even started, not a single accomplishment was made, and this foolish Big Tiger had muddleheadedly brought him to the rear of the Barbarian Tribes.
In this way, the plan was truly all messed up.
Mo Hua frowned in deep thought.
The Barbarian Tribe elder kept his head down, respectfully, not daring to look at Mo Hua's expression or make any other movements.
But after a while, the child lying on the ground suddenly muttered, his face pale.
