บท 543: Chapter 100: The Ball_3

The battle at The Styx had not long passed before the Firestarter parted ways with the White Lion, leading the Terdon Tribe's cavalry back to the "Grasslands South of the River".

But he had actually not left at all and instead, with five hundred elite riders, hid in a ravine near the Red River Tribe's camp.

This was a severe provocation, like a mere sheet of paper separating it from starting a fight.

"How did it go?" Seeing the old Translator return, the Firestarter couldn't wait to ask, "What did that guy say?"

"As calm as wood, as cold as stone," the old Translator said with a grave face. "The last time I saw him, he was shallow like pond water. This time, I couldn't see through him at all."

The Firestarter was at a loss, "Then what should we do? Echegke, should we still make a move to snatch the person?"

Not to mention people from the Red River Tribe, even the low-level members of the Terdon Tribe would be startled if they heard their leader call the Translator "Echegke".