"It's you!"

at the moment when he saw Zhu, Stuka's pupils immediately tightened.

"yes, it's me!" Old Zhu nodded with a smile, then waved, and the forty elves left first. Most of their injuries were internal injuries, so it would take a long time to adjust.

the soldiers of the Bactrian regiment watched as the killers who had just taken the lives of their comrades left. Not that they didn't want to stop them, but that they had just been hurt by Stuka's field forces. Most of them were still lying on the ground groaning and powerless.

what's more, this group of enemies in front of us, all over the...