"Richard, these Golden Elf archers are lent to me by you; they belong to the human mage regiment and can be considered your top generals! Why don't you ask their opinion?" Rommel sat steadily on the back of the listening silver elephant, parted the string of pearls, and smiled at Old Liu.
"Will they change nationality?" Liu Zhenhuan felt uncertain as he said this, even though he knew Rommel wouldn't bring the Golden Elves all the way to Red Earth Highland for nothing.
"Our Golden Elves have not established a nation on the Western Continent, why can't we get a nationality with the Bimon Kingdom?" The captain of the Golden Elf archers, Xiafei, retorted: "Even the sage Elise set an example by joining the Bimon Kingdom for nationality. We are Upper Elves, why can't we?"
"What do you mean by 'for nationality'?" Old Liu was so angry his nose was bent, if Ning Yu hadn't quietly tugged his sleeve, he might have impolitely dismissed all the Golden Elves.
