"If you disturb the morale of the Army, you will be executed immediately!"
A series of heavy footsteps could be heard, and a large group of soldiers with astonishing auras slowly walked over. It was the elite of this frontline Army, the security force that made the orcs tremble in fear.
They were guarding the officer who was walking in the front. One of the soldiers was holding an exquisite silver pistol. It was obvious that he was the one who killed the soldier who had collapsed.
Upon seeing this, everyone straightened their backs and showed a hint of respect.
The officer that everyone was looking at was about 30 years old. He was tall and straight, his eyes were like blades, and stars were shining on his shoulders.
If one were to sense him carefully, they would discover that his aura was deep and refined, as if he was only one step away from advancing to king class!
