Moreover, they are about to feel the territory of the Witch Race.
"The Ogre Race?" Wu Ling'Er slightly furrowed her brow, murmuring.
"Is it because of what happened with Brother Xing last time?"
Thinking of this, Wu Ling'Er quickly opened the communication channel and called for an emergency meeting.
In the central meeting hall of the Witch Race.
Wu Ling'Er looked at everyone sternly, saying, "Everyone has heard, the Ogre Race is attacking us with their entire race."
"Their target is our Witch Race territory, intending to start a war."
Down below, a group of strong warriors of the Witch Race frowned tightly.
They asked, "Lady Saintess, we have had little contact with the Ogre Race."
"Now they suddenly want to attack us. Do we know why?"
Wu Ling'Er glanced at him, "Not long ago, Saint Master Han Xing killed the Demon Lord of the Ogre Race."
"This might be their revenge."
Hearing this, the expressions of the powerful legends of the Witch Race below changed instantly.
