When Meng Tuoluo visited the Flame Demon Tribe, most of the Centaur Army was not there; they had gone to join forces with Chihuo Khan's force of more than twenty thousand centaurs.
The twenty-five Dead Samurai were also absent; they were in the depths of the water, digesting the devoured power of the undead.
Therefore, in Meng Tuoluo's eyes, the Flame Demon Tribe seemed particularly downcast.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
The eastern coast of the Flame Demon Tribe was like the sound of thunderous roars.
More than thirty thousand centaur samurai were gathering here and were about to hold an allegiance ceremony.
A massive golden throne was placed on the seaside, weighing at least tens of thousands of pounds. It's a wonder how Chihuo Khan transported it northward.
Lanling sat on this golden throne.
Chihuo Khan, Xie Li Khan, and the chieftains of dozens of centaur tribes, large and small, all knelt before the golden throne.
