"Chief of Norav!"

Simonny quickly made up, lowered his head, looked up, and used the full -mouth dirty tooth to say: "Small me, I don't like anything on weekdays, just love to collect some dead objects, not far away to the battlefield.

I want to receive the goods, just think, come to respect you and respect you [Undead Group].

Simonny understands that this is not the rule of death, whether you know before, whether you give gifts before, now, how many levels will there be a gift of gifts.

These things were given to Donbo. Thinking about it, now, there will be no mistakes to Hilluous and Nolav.

"If you like it, this damn horse will be given to you, but how much it breaks my good thing! It's damn!"

Simonny's kick is going to kick in the past. Norav will stop it when it takes up. Simonny can naturally accept it.

"I don't like it ..." Norav walked beside the dark horse and slowly came to Simonny's "baby". The square white cloth was filled with blood. Naturally, Simonny was scratched on the battlefield "

thing".

"That's ..." Norav's eyes aimed at the white cloth, setting off a corner, and saw the white armor and countless iron.

"Good horse horses with good master, you also understand. If you give these to the general, I think, the general is also tired of crooked, and the horse to the general is good."
Chapter completed!