The Lord of the northern Alliance in front of him was a mature middle-aged man in his forties. The beard at the corner of his mouth had some charm.
In order to show the Alliance's adoration of force and their determination to defend the Battlefront of the ice field mountain range, donder specially wore a light chain-mail shirt and a custom-made "commander's sword" on his waist, which represented the command of all the Allied forces.
he was the only one at the party who showed off like this, but no one would object to this kind of behavior.
When one reached a high position, there was a hidden meaning behind every word, action, and basic clothing.
At this moment, Zhao Xu was looking at this Lord of donder, who he had admired so much in his previous life and had never doubted in his heart. For the first time, he had the urge to cast a spell on that face.
Perhaps it was just like what Zhang Qi had said to him after he had transmigrated.
