章 958: No Martial Virtue

Once again, from Meng Chao's black hair and black eyes, a deep, inky light blossomed, making the rat militia feel an unreasonable trust.

Leaf swallowed hard and could not help but ask, "Reaper, do you think we can really defeat a noble lord from the Ironhide Clan and his squad of servants?"

"This..."

Meng Chao looked hesitant.

Although he didn't know the strength of his opponent...

Through the memory fragments from his previous life, he roughly knew the strength of the servants of the Turan civilization.

Considering that in his previous life, when he came into contact with the Turan people, the war between worlds was already in full swing. Even the shrimp soldiers and crab generals were veterans who had survived hundreds of battles.