Anthony stared at Hall, his words calm, "Go and smash the city gate!"
Hall's eyebrows raised sharply in surprise, "Ah, leader... I can't do it..."
Anthony tugged at the reins of his warhorse.
The warhorse beneath him instantly understood the command, muscles flexing as its neck turned, heading back in the direction it came from.
Anthony's cold voice echoed, "Do you think I can do it?"
Hall was immediately at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.
Seconds later, he tugged the reins and rode after Anthony.
The members of the Iron Blood Brotherhood also turned their direction one after another.
Hall's face remained full of disbelief.
In such a short period, they had built such a city wall; what kind of strong labor force was hidden in the territory behind the mountain forest?
Ford felt he couldn't quite imagine it!
Moments later.
Ford came to his senses, looked at the Iron Blood Brotherhood turning around, furrowing his brow, and hurriedly asked.
