Ditte, Ditte's horse hooves involuntarily backed away from the Queen a few steps.
His memory was deeply imprinted by the female priestess who was cursing behind the "Battlefield Lightning."
Although during that time he was more focused on the thrilling "Cunlü."
But as a man, the "Old Age Striking King" could also make him break out in a cold sweat.
Sometimes, Ditte couldn't help but suspect that the commander of the Undead Tribe deliberately sent the two of them out together...ice and fire alternating, leaving a deep impression.
But "Battlefield Lightning" couldn't possibly lie to him... those two were indeed old friends for many years, with a strong bond.
Ditte took a deep breath: calmly reminding himself in his heart that the female priestess was an ally, generally speaking, she wouldn't make a move against him.
"Ditte!" "Battlefield Lightning" charged to his side with his knight corps, a trail of dust kicked up by the hundreds of ox hooves, "Is something the matter?
