Chapter four hundred and ninety seventh shot himself in the foot
Win, I've won.
Yes, there is no difference between chasing or not chasing, I have already won.
The lives of foolish people have no value, so why bother with these things?
Make this choice, have this idea, Lotkar, Lotkar, you are really degenerate.
You are no longer qualified to be the patriarch, and you have to bear the sin of death of your tribe members.
Chapter completed!