The faint green light gently emerged from both sides of the dark gold short stick.
But it did not spread into the exaggerated double moon blades like before, only a few inches of green light, which seemed particularly conspicuous in the dark night.
"Did you damage my shield and war axe?"
With a powerful aura, Alva seemed to hear the biggest joke ever and laughed heartily.
"My bone gold battle shield can't be bitten through even by the strongest star beast; you truly know nothing about the power of the White Armor Clan!"
"Hahahaha."
As Alva laughed, a kind laughter also arose among the surrounding crowd.
Because they knew Alva wasn't exaggerating at all.
As the hardest and most miraculous bone gold.
As the greatest reliance of the White Armor Tribe, which could sit in the throat land with only a thousand people.
Since the weapons made from them were born, they had never been destroyed!
Upon seeing the reaction around, Nuonuo's hands involuntarily twisted together.
