The old lion king can be regarded as having experienced multiple heavy blows in succession.

First, his prince was killed when he attacked the god-given city, and then the god-given city successfully attacked the city of his own brother Baru, and Baru also died in front of the city.

When the old lion king planned to tear down some of the lion warriors on the front line, suspend the suppression of the tiger empire, and do his best to eradicate the god-given city, the tiger empire launched a full-scale attack at this time, and was originally not an opponent of the tiger. The empire even defeated its own soldiers in a row.

What made him even more angry was that there were even rumors in the army that tiger people sought shelter from evil dragons.

Upon receiving this news, he slapped the messenger to death with an angry slap.

Dragon!

what is that?

What a big monster!

The king among monsters!

Now that even the entire monster clan has basically escaped the world and hid, how could any evil dragon appear to help?

"If the order continues, someone will spread rumors and kill them on the spot!"

The old lion king angrily ordered.

"We Lions are the strongest among the orcs, the bravest race, how can we start to scare ourselves just because we lose a little in the battle?

I don't believe that the tiger race can have any incredible ability to mobilize and organize the remaining army, temporarily put aside the mobs in the god-given city, and launch a comprehensive attack on the tiger! Let them know that we are not unable to swallow them, but just give them a little time to linger! "

While roaring, the old lion king angrily patted the armrest of the stone imperial chair.

The armrest of the stone chair was directly turned into powder by him.

The many generals present were all shocked by the old lion king.

They had never seen the old lion king so angry before, and under the continuous blow of so many bad news, the old lion king planned to do it all.

The clever generals had taken the initiative to rush out to give orders, and those generals who were a step late had to stand honestly in place, not even daring to breathe.

When the old lion king uttered the word of the order, Silverback had already pulled the werewolf patriarch and ran out.

The two ran all the way to the barracks before they stopped.

"what happened?"

The werewolf group leader was running out of breath, and when Yinbei stopped, he asked with difficulty.

"We have to get out of here."

The silver back was equally tired, and he was a little out of breath when talking.

"Why? Didn't we stay here well? The king didn't anger us because of the death of the prince."

The werewolf patriarch wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face full of uncertainty.

"From the soldiers who returned from defeat, all the news I got was that they were attacked by evil dragons..."

Silverback's face was solemn.

"Didn't the king say, these are all rumours about the defeated army...well!"

Before the werewolf chief had finished speaking, Yinbei covered its mouth.

The werewolf patriarch then looked around with hindsight, a cold sweat was already on his back.

The old lion king has just issued an order to ban the mouth. If someone with a heart hears it, it is estimated that the two of them will have to lose their heads.

"I can tell, it's not a rumor..."

Silverback wrapped his arms around the neck of the werewolf patriarch, and said very quietly close to him.

"If it is a rumors, it is impossible to be so unified, everyone said the same version..."

"I suspect... the tiger race really has dragons to help..."