Back then, Jace Jackel was in his prime. His seven-foot-tall body was indomitable. He had entered the northern territory for a year. He fought with a cold sword and participated in protecting the country.
Facing the powerful enemies from the eight countries outside the borders, Jace had been heavily injured many times, but he had never given in!
On the battlefield, wherever he pointed his blade, thousands of northern army men would follow him.
During that time, Jace was like the north's son.
He could be said to be the eleventh most ruthless person in the northern army.
Now, why did he end up like this?
At this moment, even Braydon's eyes were slightly red. His tone changed slightly as he shouted hoarsely, "Jace?"
"You're here!"
In the iron prison, the person nailed to the wall slowly opened his mouth.
He was not dead yet!
His voice was so hoarse that no one could hear him clearly.
He was Jace!
