"Xia Lan is not worthy of such a position, and the leader can only be appointed by Her Highness the Saint."

"Since everyone has recommended it, Mr. Xia Lan will serve as the leader of the Sixth Regiment."

Just when Xia Lan didn't know what to do, a female voice with a clear temperament sounded.

"Your Highness the Saint!"

On the podium, a girl wearing a strange golden chain mail and carrying a long sword appeared, and everyone present immediately saluted.

The girl Violet looked at Xia Lan with her eyes. She had a holy and pure temperament, which made Xia Lan think of "fairy".

"Everyone has praised me, and since the Saint has appointed me, I can't refuse. I'll do it with reluctance."

In this way, Xia Lan became the weakest and youngest commander in the Holy Army. His subordinates were a motley group, but also the largest group in terms of numbers.

However, Xia Lan was very satisfied with this. He could not control the "elite" who joined the Holy Army. These guys were easy to fool and spoke sweetly. After the so-called holy war was over, they could all be brought back to Boravice.

"We are about to set off, our destination is Zichuan City."

Zhen's voice is very beautiful, like dancing wind chimes, but unfortunately she speaks very little. However, when her followers are fighting, that voice always appears in their ears to encourage them.

Her name is Zhen, she is extremely beautiful. However, those who fight for her are not for her beauty, but for this land.

"Hahaha... Is this the only little guy Mu Ye sent? I thought it was Tomengzwen."

Luo said with a smile.

"There are still strong ones following behind, but it's definitely not like Mu Ye's style. They are very good at taking advantage of 'strength in numbers'."

Lin Suo looked at Xia Lan who was enjoying the praise, his face full of confusion. If they were not about to set off, he would have wanted to predict what those guys were going to do.

"Woo woo woo~"

Before the army began to integrate, the clarion call for departure was sounded.