บท 1934: The great army of the weaving Fire Tribe (1)

Zhu Gufeng stood on the back of his fire Jade Toad, his eyes looking forward with a hint of excitement. He had no reason not to be happy, because they were the first batch of Vanguard troops sent by the weaving Fire Tribe.

The fire weaving tribe, like the other big worlds, had always wanted to get their hands on other places in the myriad realm battlefield. However, because of their internal conflicts, they had never been able to form an alliance and act together. If they acted alone, they would not be able to withstand the attacks from the other races outside. So all these years, they could only drool at the fat meat of the myriad realm battlefield, but could do nothing.