Chapter 141 Foreign Blade Saint_1

A millennium is indeed too much.------------------- the Blood Elves say.

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All eyes were wide open at this moment.

Under the support of Fat Luo, the first Moore Blood Elf Mage was stepping across the naturally formed Obsidian Sky Bridge over the Gibraltar River, heading towards a large group of Blood Elves gathered under the bloody banner.

Whether or not the battle needs to be fought again largely depends on whether this Mage of Moore is polite enough.

Fat Luo, bare-chested and robust, carried a white flag on his shoulder. Irresolute, he strode towards the army in company with the Moore Mage.