Meanwhile, the thousand warriors from Desolate Pig City stood casually in various parts of the nearby forest. Some were catching and eating Flame Chickens, some were catching other small animals, and some were searching for wild fruits.
Anyway, we're all eating.
They looked like a bunch of hapless rabble and good-for-nothings.
Very unprofessional.
"Hey! Monkey Boss, aren't you going to attack yet?" A shirtless, burly man, whose fat was comparable to that of a salted fish, was tearing into a roasted rooster and impatiently asking the martial arts commander of Spirit Monkey City when they would start their attack.
He is the warrior commander of Wild Pig City and is in charge of this attack.
The warrior commander of Spirit Monkey City, clad in fine armor, made no attempt to conceal the impatience and contempt on his face. "They're coming right away, you country bumpkin! Go eat your chicken! Shut up!"
It was obvious that the martial arts leader of Spirit Monkey City was full of malice.
Spirit Monkey City is a very prosperous city. After all, Spirit Monkey City produces Spirit Monkey Wine, and the per capita GDP of Spirit Monkey City is many times higher than that of Wild Pig City.
If you made it into an icon, the arrow would practically fly off.
"What did you say!"
Do you want to die?
The two were like turtles staring at a green bean, locked in a fierce confrontation, neither giving an inch, each trying to outdo the other.
It's obvious that these two teams aren't very united.
After all, it was a hastily assembled coalition.
Meanwhile, the army from Tiger City had already laid in wait in the Mad Dog Forest, ready to launch their attack.
Things are much more harmonious over there.
After all, it's a unit under a leader.
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