The Isolde Camp.
Zarek.
Zara and Claire's eyes shone brightly as they carefully sized up this famous Three Kingdoms general whose name had been passed down through the ages.
Three-order.
Noah's expression shifted slightly.
Feeling his own strength being suppressed somewhat, he immediately understood.
These famous generals were indeed Three-order.
As for their specific attributes, that was unknown for now, but the sheer oppressive feeling alone was many times stronger than Kael.
"Please lead the way."
Noah said calmly, though he felt a little strange in his heart.
Brooks would actually send out a great general like Zarek to welcome him so far away.
This treatment was much higher than he had imagined, and somewhat unreasonable.
Although he had displayed the powerful ability to break an army alone, what he displayed was not his full strength.
What he broke was merely Ordinary cavalry led by a low-ranking surrendered general.
