Go Deep Into the Rear and Plunder Crazily.

He was not worried at all that the Elven Gate at the southern border would fall, because the Elven Gate had stood there for thousands of years and had never been broken through. No one had broken through it before, and certainly no one would break through it in the future.

Break through the border from another place?

This was a huge joke.

The elven race had used thousands of years to build this magical barrier that stretched for thousands of miles. How could it be broken through just because others said so?

He held a cup of mellow wine and strolled leisurely on the city wall.

The guards on the city wall saluted him.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly shook, and the red wine in his cup rippled.

He frowned slightly and said, "What's going on? Where did the shaking come from?"