Soon, in the innermost area, on a wooden board covered with straw mats, lay a human.
Vika quickly locked onto the target.
——A human knight around forty years old, with brown hair, a calm demeanor, and a small leader.
Vika waved his hand, and four mountain cat people followed him, surrounding the target.
Vika raised his bone knife, staring intently at the target's neck, inching closer.
Vika could already envision the scene of slitting the throat of this human minor leader.
"Human, the Sharp Claw Race will remember your contribution."
Vika whispered in his heart.
Just a step away from the target, the target on the straw mat suddenly opened his eyes!
In the next moment, the target drew a dark blue longsword from beneath him, sweeping towards Vika and the mountain cat people!
"Retreat!"
Vika exclaimed, quickly leading his kin two steps back.
"So you were already awake, Chris."
Vika's eyes flashed with ferocity, "But you must die today!"
"Kill him!"
