Chapter 162 Tiger King's Birthday Banquet

Out of the palace, the sky has gradually faded. Almost all the hotels in Samba are full of guests. On the bustling street, orcs of various strange races are dazzlingly shopping. Ling Lan returned to the small hotel where Crewe lives, which is an intelligence point of the bear clan.

As soon as Ling Lan came back, she saw Crewe waiting for him in front of his door.

The two entered the room, and Crewe looked anxiously as if he had something to say.

"Is there any news?"

"Brother Ling Lan, this is the information sent by the Lance brothers. He didn't let me see it. He said it was for you. Fortunately, you came back." Crewe's tone was fast and he said hurriedly.

"Oh, take a look." Ling Lan took the envelope and pulled out a letter from it.

The handwriting on it was very messy. After reading it, Ling Lan's calm face showed a shocked look.

"Haven't you read the letter?"

"No, Brother Lance has told me that I won't watch it."

"Okay, thank you very much."

Lance's information was what he heard that night. He told Ling Lan that the Tiger King might be tricked tonight, so that he must go to the palace to disintegrate the conspiracy of the snakes and the fox clan.

Ling Lan, who originally wanted to directly take away the statue of the demon god, has now changed his strategy. He wants to kill the sinister snake clan and the fox clan through the Tiger King. In this way, he can not only easily get the statue of the demon god, but also take the old nest of the fox clan and find Mande Caesar.

That night, the annual king's birthday banquet was being held in the palace. At this time, the palace will be as happy as a grand festival.

Hundreds of leaders of all ethnic groups gathered together to sing and dance in the welcome hall in the palace to celebrate the supreme tiger king.

There are more guards in the whole palace than ever, and everyone who follows the leaders of those ethnic groups is a first-class strongman.

Ling Lan carefully touched the palace. With his ability, few people will find him. Even if there is, he must have more than twice as much ability to catch him.

In the attic where tributes are stored, there are hundreds of guards guarding. Ling Lan first stood under the opposite room and looked at the situation from afar.

The four windows in the attic are open. The gold and silver jewelry and precious ornaments inside are shining with golden and attractive light in the moonlight. Ling Lan's eyes moved away from above and stared at a statue emitting strange black light.

The statue of the devil!

That's true! Ling Lan thought to himself that he flew up to the roof and turned to the left to look. Where he stood, he could clearly see the palace where the Tiger King lived. A pair of black and ferocious eyes on the head of the demon statue were just aimed at the Tiger King**.

In the welcoming hall a few kilometers away, the lively birthday banquet has just begun. Ling Lan slowly approached the attic where the tribute was stored and carefully felt it.

"Brother, you have been standing for a day and haven't moved. Let's eat something." A tiger guard kindly said to the masked guard hiding in the cracks.

The masked bodyguard, who closed his eyes like a dead man, slowly opened his eyes and stared at him. Then, he seemed to hear nothing and closed his eyes again.

The ordinary tiger bodyguard trembled with his murderous eyes, screamed in a low voice, and ran away in fear.

"Huge, you are a seventh-level warrior who has angered the ten mysterious lords. They can cut off your head with one sword."

"You...shut up! Humph!" Just now, the tiger bodyguard still said sharply to the brother next to him with palpitation.

A pair of deep and strange eyes suddenly opened, the next second. The masked bodyguard disappeared from the cracks.

It's not good!

Ling Lan, who was approaching, suddenly changed his direction and flew to the welcome hall of the palace as quickly as possible. He had just clearly felt ten powerful breaths. As soon as he approached the attic, all those people rushed out. He was surprised by the speed.

There were hundreds of guests in the welcome hall, and there were hundreds of hidden masters alone. Ling Lan quickly hid outside the hall and held his breath. The masked guards who came out of the attic could not feel his breath, and their figures flashed and returned to the attic at a ghostly speed.

The Tiger King is the strongest of the whole tiger clan. Not only did he hold a grand and lively birthday banquet in the palace, but also in the mountains and forests outside Samba City, the more than 10,000 tiger warriors stationed here also shouted in the camp, drank wine and wished the tiger king's birthday.

Thousands of beautiful and enchanting beauties of the fox clan wore bare-breasted gauze next to the bonfire. They exposed their white and slender arms and thighs. Even if they were covered by the clothes, they were vaguely revealing the plump, smooth and elastic meatballs in front of the veil.

Tens of thousands of tiger warriors stared at the obscene, ** burning eyes with thunderous laughter, and did not want to leave the fox beauty for a moment.

The tiger Sambana, who was wandering outside, took the fox sex slave he bought with 150 million gold coins and came to the camp in the mountain forest with great excitement.

The reason why he is not in the palace is that he has been infatuated with beauty since he was a child. He is not literary and deeply hated by the Tiger King. His thin skeleton is more than that of ordinary human beings. If it hadn't been for his hair and tiger head, coupled with his identity as a prince, no orcs in the whole orc empire would have wanted to see him.

With thousands of barrels of wine, those tiger warriors were drunk, and the time soon reached midnight in their pleasant enjoyment.

Those sober and walking warriors couldn't help jumping to the fox beauties next to the bonfire, holding one in one hand, and finding a place where there was no one to do what they wanted to do most.

"Hahahaha... It's too painful tonight. You fifteen beauties, go to bed with me! Ah ha ha..." Sambana blushed, hugged a fox beauty with lax eyes, and walked out towards the largest tent.

Behind him, a group of fox beauties surrounded him, and dozens of young hands swam on him unscrupulously. In less than a minute, his clothes were torn into countless pieces and thrown into mid-air.

At this moment, the tiger camp has reached a level of unattended, and a black shadow flashed through the forest and rushed straight to the camp.

Sambana, who entered the tent, just went to bed with fifteen women and was suddenly taken out like a chicken caught by an eagle flying in.

Those women who were stunned and didn't have time to scream were shrouded in a white fog and closed their mouths in an instant. Then, their bodies began to sweat, and their delicate lips made a seductive moan. The charming eyes looked at the same sex beside them. It showed a blazing light of extreme desire.