The spirits of the frontier Human Race on the city wall were invigorated, standing up with their swords, eyes fixed on Er Lang the Divine Lord.
Nearby, Little Kylin raised his arm and shouted, "The Human Race will win!"
Little Xuan, Little Bai, Little Qing, and Vermilion Bird joined in the loud chorus, "The Human Race will win!"
"The Human Race will win!"
"The Human Race will win!"
"The Human Race will win!"
"..."
The voices of those below rose in waves, echoing throughout the entire frontier.
Er Lang the Divine Lord ordered his three thousand Straw-headed Gods to immediately recruit troops here.
After he and Little Kylin had some downtime, they sat together to drink a bowl of wine.
Curiously, Little Kylin asked him, "Big brother Yang Jian, why don't you use the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals from the Heavenly Court, but recruit these refugees here instead?"
