Li Qiye knew very well that these orcs had just changed to a more comfortable and larger cage, which was far from true freedom.
Looking away from a distance, Mo Li's eyes glanced at the ruins beneath her feet, she clenched the jade pendant that Tang Mo gave her in her hand, and sighed softly in her heart.
"Sir!" The leader of the Tauren Legion hurried over, "Several clan leaders want to see you!"
The trace of emotion in Mo Li's eyes quickly passed away. She turned around and walked towards a hall not far away, and ordered in a deep voice, "Let them come in!"
After a while, there was the sound of footsteps, and four people entered the hall one after another.
Of these four people, three of them were recognized by Mo Li. He knew that they were the heads of the Li family at the sixth level, the Zhang family at the eighth level, and the Huangfu family at the third level. The last one had a somewhat dark complexion, deep eyebrows, and a strange look on his face.
She didn't recognize the middle-aged man with minor burns.
"Li Tie (Zhang Zhong, Huangfucheng, Ouyang Ruoran) pays homage to the young master!"
The four of them saluted her together.
Mo Li suddenly realized that this person was actually Ouyang Ruoran.
"Four of you, there is no need to be formal!" Mo Li raised his hand lightly, his aura of king naturally revealed, "I have worked hard for you all in this battle, and please give me my condolences to the families of my brothers in the clan who died in the war!"
"Master Mo!" Ouyang Ruoran took a step forward, "I have doubted the identity of the master before, I hope you will forgive me!"
Mo Li raised his lips slightly, but there was no look of blame in his eyes, "Clan Chief Ouyang is loyal to Bugui. It is his honor to have subordinates like you!"
Seeing only the bloodstains and wounds on his body, it was not difficult for her to see that the Ouyang clan leader, who she had not believed in before, must have participated in the previous war. How could Mo Li be so stingy as to do this for such a trivial matter?
Someone who keeps track of things?!
"Thank you, sir!" Ouyang Ruoran felt relieved and thanked him respectfully.
He has been paying attention to this battle since he first got the news. The Ouyang clan is from the Second Level Palace, so naturally it is the fastest to get the news. When he heard that Mo Li appeared in the Nine Levels Palace with tens of thousands of orcs, this Ouyang Ruoran
I was also shocked by it.
After weighing the situation, he made a decisive decision and decided to join this battle.
I thought that Li Moli would remember what happened before, but I didn't expect that this young boy would be so generous.
In Ouyang Ruoran's heart, he naturally appreciated Mo Li a little more.
"Thank you for your hard work, I think there are many wounded people in the clan who need to be taken care of, so why not return to each level first!" Mo Li stood up, "From today on, all the families no longer need to pay tribute to me, and the clans in each level can just return to each other.
It’s the same as always, come and go freely!”
"Thank you, sir!" Several clan leaders all looked happy.
After being oppressed by Ye Yuan for more than a year, who would not be happy to finally be able to no longer be a slave?!
Everyone left with joy, and Mo Li followed them out of the hall and walked into Cang Shanxue's room not far away.
"Master!" A subordinate was applying medicine to Cangshan Xue. When he saw her coming in, he immediately saluted respectfully.
"How is he?!" Mo Li frowned slightly as he stared at Cangshan Xue, whose face was as pale as paper on the pillow.
"Mr. Lin said that the young master has broken through the divine level and will recover from his injuries soon. However, the injury this time is too serious and it may take some time to recover!"
While the two were talking, Cang Shanxue on the pillow had opened her eyes, and when she saw Mo Li, her somewhat confused eyes suddenly lit up.