C213 CHAPTER213 SO WHAT IF YOU HAVE THREE THOUSAND ELITES

Sam Moreels was taken aback. His defense of the Heavenly Cat Clan was driven more by his distaste for orcs than anything else. And the young fox man before him, with his smug look, was particularly grating. Well, if he was going to put on airs, Sam would take great pleasure in bringing him down a peg.

The unexpected loyalty from the Heavenly Cat Clan's Old Patriarch was a welcome surprise