"Greetings to all of you!"
Mr. Wen He cheerfully waved and greeted the army.
Yue Qianfeng, Yan Xuanji, and even the Qilin.
Along with the tens of thousands of heavy cavalry, uniform and yet taking half a step back.
Awkward, silent, cautious, and fearful.
On this day, even those like Yue Qianfeng and Yan Xuanji, who had never met Wen He, suddenly understood in the Academy why the most brilliant talents of the current age, the strategists, have a common understanding.
Wen He must be tied up and taken away!
This person, if in our camp, is of no use.
But absolutely cannot be absent.
Damn, if this person is on the opposing side, I truly can't sleep.
Literally, can't sleep.
The Wolf King is so furious he lost his composure.
Even Yuan Zhi, who came from a knight's background, said, at worst, break this guy's leg and tie him up, the name of Mr. Wen He, indeed, is intimidating and impressive.
Wen He: "..."
His eyes were inscrutable, he touched his nose, and then smiled gently:
