Liu Zhenhan immediately recognized the voice, and with a disdainful curl of his lips, he muttered under his breath, "Ah, my good lord, I reckon even the Rhine Tribe's racial ability of 'Lion's Roar' isn't as loud as your throat."
Sure enough, it was an old acquaintance.
Lord Mourinho, the chief priest, stood proudly at the gate of Mosoburada City in his orange-golden priest robe. A golden flute pinned to his waist, behind him stood a human swordsman and a Mage. The surrounding Elves parted like waves, revealing him like a prized pearl within its shell.
The male Dark Elves were known worldwide for their handsome appearance, yet by Lord Mourinho's side, they were like scallions under a towering tree, utterly unnoticeable. The mature and noble aura that he radiated, an accumulation of many generations of Smey Clan, drew all attention solely onto him.
