Watching this scene, Old Mumu's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
This human named Yan Xing is indeed no simple man. I wonder what purpose he has for personally coming to Frostleaf City.
The air was still filled with an aroma that greatly aroused one's appetite.
Fortunately, that pot of delicious food had already been taken away, and my subordinates had gradually returned to normal.
The grim, murderous aura rose again.
However, the drool dripping from their fangs made the scene somewhat comical.
"Please, have a seat." Old Mumu invited Yan Xing to sit, then asked, "Lord Yan Xing, I am very pleased to welcome you to my Frostleaf City. I am also willing to establish friendly diplomatic relations with Thunderous Swamp. But I have one condition... Hand over all the Elves who have entered Thunderous Swamp to me. Alive is fine; dead is also fine."
Old Mumu glanced at Arlanda, who was beside Yan Xing, and added, "This Elf, you can keep."
