It seems that I have found a home, as if I have found a psychological support.

This feeling was only revealed for a moment and was immediately sealed by him. But everyone was shocked by Keral's tenderness for ten seconds.

Does this man have such a gentle attitude?

Everyone was secretly surprised, but instead forgot about the group of war-like troops standing behind the other party.

Keral stood up and patrolled around slowly for a week. Wherever his eyes went, the sound of armor striking the soldiers' chests and their heads raised.

Keral was filled with emotion, and he wanted to say a thousand words, but in the end he just raised his fist and shouted: "Oh!!"

"Oh, howl, howl, howl, howl,!!!" All the soldiers roared wildly.

This is not only the roar of thousands of people at the port, but also the roar of all the soldiers who had slowly entered the port on the ship.

Their roar was the roar of victory, the roar of pride at their own, they defeated the strong wind, heavy rain, thunder, hail, and drove the warship to this other shore.

They are by no means here to do charity.

It's definitely not for a treat.

They are here to fight, fight to the death, or even die in a foreign land, and they have no fear of death and nostalgia for survival.

They are warriors, fighters, and warriors.

They are fearless.

Teams of soldiers came down from the ship.

Greeks, Spartans, Camelots, Romans, Uruks, and men in hardcover walked off the ship in teams of simple armor and huge shields.

Their armor was so simple that it was sad. All the mages were stunned.

I haven't seen this kind of simple armor for many years?

Although these guys are strong in muscles, they look simple in equipment.

Where did these guys come from?

Just as this question arose in everyone's hearts, a row of female warriors walking down from the warship blinded all of them.
Chapter completed!