Chapter 770 All Taught by the Same Group of Instructors

In the central part of Tiger State, beside a densely wooded valley.

The Thousands of leaders of the Tiger Army held binoculars, staring dumbfounded at the northern pass, where a swarm of silhouettes moved across a stretch of muddied land in disarray.

These figures were agile, young in appearance, and likely the last wave.

It took a good long while before he forced out a sentence from his lips.

"Dammit... have these country bumpkins taken the wrong medicine?!"

The swarming figures running northward, of course, belonged to the Moon people hiding deep in the mountains and forests.

Or, to put it in another way, they were the sheep being kept in a pen by them.

Now, to everyone's surprise, this group of bark-eating sheep had unexpectedly kicked open the fence gate of the sheep pen and trampled the watch dog as well.

As for what exactly happened here, that takes us back to the heavy rain last night...