Chapter 327: The Handsome Conductor's Baton

"Good warriors also need a good commander..." a disgruntled Meinzer from the desert stated, "Even if we warriors are not as formidable as the Beamons... we have a beautiful commander!"

"They also have an excellent commander, the Dragon Knight Richard!" Mage Zandi clenched his fists, his whole body trembling, "Every time I hear that name, I go mad! My beloved son..."

"Master Zandi! I've somewhat understood the deeds of this Beamon Dragon Knight from you, and now there's something I need to verify—does this Dragon Knight possess any special magical equipment from the Aegean Continent? Like spatial equipment or something?" Marshal Rommel stood up, brightened the lamp wick with a silver hairpin, and, as the sounds of fierce battle echoed from afar, he slightly raised his eyebrows. An Arsenic Giant understood the cue and immediately lowered the curtains of the great Fulu, instantly silencing the tent that housed a hundred men.