"No!" Meng Tuoluo said, "I begged Little Rakshasa King to spare your life and give you a chance to surrender."
Lanling said nothing, because this was the truth.
In the eyes of the Little Rakshasa King, the existence of someone like Lanling was simply impossible. For him, ordering Nai Shu's million-strong army to annihilate the Flame Demon Tribe and kill Lanling was just like an ancient Chinese emperor ordering the eradication of bandits on a mountain.
Even Princess Sha Yan forgets Lanling's name time and again, let alone Little Rakshasa King?
The territory Lanling currently occupies is at most forty or fifty thousand square kilometers, while the Rakshasa Royal Family governs nearly twenty million square kilometers, so...
For Little Rakshasa King, wiping out Lanling and the Flame Demon Tribe directly is the easiest course of action.
Surrender? Come on, that's too much trouble!
If not for his fondness for Meng Tuoluo, there wouldn't even be talk of surrender.
