"Then, the descendants of future generations, after you, your bloodline will be honored! Your descendants will be prosperous because of this!"
The Wolf King's voice was filled with grandeur and allure, abruptly spreading his arms wide:
"The world will sing of your names!"
"If possible!"
"Found a nation in your own name!"
"Just like Tu Yu!"
These words were fitting for the present—founding a nation, elevating one's lineage, passing it on through generations. Such words, spoken by the most revered among them, the Wolf King, carried an incredible allure on this land of the Western Regions, full of slavery, strife, and legend.
Ultimately, it transformed into the final flame inflaming the ambition in the hearts of men.
The Wolf King waved his arm, and said: "Open the gates of [Hongxia City]!"
