Bab 888: So Many Tricks

The Warlock Saint emitted a golden glow as he looked down at the city gate from the sky. He looked at Wang Zhong, who was on the ground. Although Wang Zhong was wearing a strange mask, with his physique, aura, and soul, there was no doubt that he was the wanted master criminal who had played tricks on this fortress a few days ago. Even if he turned into ashes, Sauron would still be able to recognize him.

"You really aren't afraid of death." There was some amusement in Sauron's expression. He would never have even dreamed that this fellow would dare to come. "How did you learn our Mizobudapi language?"

"You don't seem like you can kill me. Why do I have to be afraid? As for your low-leveled aboriginal language, it is far too easy for humans to master it." Wang Zhong tried to think of ways to incite the Warlock Saint. The Warlock Saint was very irritable. Wang Zhong wanted to use his rage to his advantage.