"Boss, this is for real this time!"
Looking at the unharmed figure in the distance, the Deep Cold subordinate's legs were trembling.
His mouth, agape.
Not long ago, the Shushan Third Elder had died under the hands of the Northern Sea's Prince Consort.
They dared not compare themselves with the Third Elder.
"I know it's real!" Stephen wiped the sweat off his forehead.
The Southern border defense line was a considerable distance from the Northern Border headquarters castle, and with early summer upon them, the temperature here was still quite hot.
Plus, with the sunlight strong, Stephen was parched and dry.
"Fight! Keep him tightly blocked. If anything goes wrong, isn't the Town North King still hanging on the city wall? Even if Everton Davenport is ruthless, he wouldn't risk the life of his top general!" After saying this, he patted the subordinate on the shoulder, his voice trembling slightly: "I'm going to find Mr. Warm."
