“Even now, I don’t want to believe that these are illusions.”
General Levko’s gaze was fixed on the screen in front of him. Every time he saw those giant ‘Magic Puppets’walk past him, he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Because it was too real, so real that it was as if it was right in front of his eyes.
Even before the movie started, the general was still looking for his sword in a panic, trying to put up some resistance in front of these dangerous magical machinery.
“After all, this is a spell constructed by one of the Seven Sages of Nolan.”
Marshal ARMT shook the wine pot in his hand and found that the wine in it had been drunk unknowingly.
His attention was on the ‘unbelievable scenes’that appeared in front of him. He did not notice how much he had drunk.
“These Na ‘vi people are a little like... Elves,”general Levko suddenly said.
