C342 Mammoth must Die(1)

Defeating an enemy without a fight is an incredibly joyous affair, especially when that enemy is a Lord from the Initial Continent, which doubles the pleasure and sense of accomplishment.

At this moment, Wang Changqing was brimming with happiness. He could imagine the old fellow cursing him with every unsavory word under the sun, but what did it matter? If silent curses could inflict real harm