章 277: The Mastiff clan (1)

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Compared to Zhao Hai's group, Weyers 'head hurt even more. They were facing a dangerous situation. This wasn't something they wanted to see, but they had no choice.

Weyers sat in his tent with a large glass of milk wine in front of him. In fact, he had already drunk five glasses, and this was his sixth.

Mendus wasn't doing any better. In truth, he had already begun to drink his eighth glass of wine. Only Yale was still rather normal, but he too sat there, not saying a single word.

The news that Bogu had brought back was truly too shocking. They had never thought that the old camp that the herculean divine ox clan had lived in for generations would be lost. How could they accept this?

Fortunately, Weyers was a man of moderation. He didn't drink too much. After Downing the sixth cup of milk wine, he stopped, but he still didn't speak. No one had spoken since the three of them entered the tent.