Ye Feng looked around, and the atmosphere was high.
Everyone was waiting for Ye Feng's order.
The Murlocs looked at Ye Feng with bloodshot eyes. This was their new king.
The Wuhu King was the Son of the Prophecy, the destined person. To their tribe, Ye Feng's current status was like a god!
With such a lofty status, logically speaking, he could enjoy all the resources, and everything in the Murloc tribe was at his disposal.
However, no one could see any ambition in his eyes.
They thought that the Wuhu King just disdained to covet their resources. For this kind of Murloc King to descend at such a critical moment, it was no different from sending charcoal in the snow to them!
However, Ye Feng hesitated.
'Now that their momentum is so high, this big battle is inevitable.'
'But I don't know the overall strength of the [Swamp Clan]!'
'Just showing me a map, how will I know the strength of the other party?'