Attila quits. Her eyes and hair are black. He wears his black beard on his chest, leaning on his chest. His face was freshly shaved. His stature is medium. Shoulders broad, walking easy. Dress in gold breastplate, gold cloak, gold pants, lionskin boots and lionskin hat. The cap is not conical, just slapped. His cloak and breastplate are decorated with a diamond gold clasp. He throws his cloak back on his right shoulder. He releases his upper arm, which swells with huge muscle mass. Sword with a silver handle on the left side. Left hand resting on diamond button. He is already in the middle of his early days, his strength is now greatest.Stepping out of the cute tent, Attila is watched by all the people living in the 10,000 battle tents set up in the area. Who can approach. There is a war and all the news counts when a battle is expected. Maybe the leader is talking. Maybe they'll find out something.Aldar doesn't dare look up. He just stretches the sword. Attila asks: - What's with you, boy ?!Aldar's face turns blue and then suddenly turns white. In a fraction of a second, the story of the previous half-hour flashes through his brain, but as long as the eight of his weak eleven years that his young age allows him to remember have been repeated.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Hun God Swords - Angel of hope
EspiritualWe can follow how a little boy becomes a superhero. All this through the Hungarian saying world. It's a very exciting story. Full of love threads. As the Taltos did in the past. Wizards, monsters, kings, intrigue and love in one story.
