Because Rommel appeared very suddenly, everyone on the city wall, except for the two Swan Tribe elders who could still maintain their composure, was dumbfounded.
The two Seven-Colored Dragons rubbed their chins, turning around and sizing up Rommel, drooling from their mouths; the two Fairy Dragons were even more direct, using their sleeves to gesture on their heads, asking randomly with red mouths and white teeth: "Does it look like a man when I wrap my head like this?"
"Mourinho, please allow me to say sorry to you. I really couldn't ensure your safety just now..." Mourinho quickly regained his original cold expression amidst his glances and said solemnly: "In the Battle of Oilhill, we Smey once had some prejudice against you, but from today, in the name of the tribe leader and war god, I swear, you will be the eternal friend of our Swan Tribe."
