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“Yellow…Twilight…” Malvis Duke was incoherent and tried to reach out and push Blanc.

“Look at your waste, Malvas’s little bastard, give me a clearer look!” Old Duke didn’t smack him to the ground, then picked up the latter’s collar and yelled at him: “What is going on? What happened, make it clear!”

Malvis Duke seemed to wake up, his eyes recovered a little focal length, and he had a dry, cracked lips, just ready to say something, but it was at this time that cry out in surprise caught Blanc’s attention.

He turned his head and saw several Knights rushing out of the forest in that direction.

“Adult, our scout is back!”

Knights shouted, the voice was not falling, a person who was covered in blood had already been helped, and the man had not lost consciousness. He shouted: “Duke, we found them!”

“They, who?” Blanc threw away Malvis, and frowns asked in that direction.

“Kirrlutzian, red legion.”

“What,” old Duke startled, busy asking: “Where are they?”

Scout shook his head vigorously: “They let us run, Duke adults…That’s too late…”

“What are you talking about?”

Blanc is dissatisfied with the color. The quality of the Yinwan states may not be as good as that of several empires, but scout is a sharp knife of the army. It can’t even be said clearly, and even the minimum calm can’t be maintained. He just wanted to swear, but he didn’t say anything. Suddenly, Mavils Duke, who was sitting on the ground, straightened up and grabbed his arm.

“Listen to him, leave this ghost place!” Malvis publicly shouted.

Blanc was trying to swear, but he stopped. As if he realized what he was, he opened the hand of Malwis Duke and walked alone to the edge of the forest to look north and west of Kanderbeg.

– That is the other direction opposite Kanderbeg City. The forest forms a green sea, and the sky seems to suddenly have a few inconspicuous black spots. White Wolf Sword Saint Blanc is so keen, such a scene in the sixty years of war is not a scene, he understands that it is not the dust on the horizon – but a large-scale cluster of airborne flight.

In addition to the migration of migratory birds, there is only one scene like this.

That is war –

The old man turned back and he knew that he might have encountered the worst situation, but he still had a minimum of calmness on his face. He asked one of his own hands: “Where is Kirrlutzian?”

At the moment, perhaps every minute and every second determines life and death, but as the commander of the coalition, this is not enough to make him nervous.

Some people have experienced the most tragic wars, and the people who survived are merely fulfilling the promise of living for the dead.

Moreover, they are still carrying the lost glory.

Without any situation, these veterans can be called down.

The war they have experienced was once called the battle of the years.

That is the battlefield with Grim Reaper –

“We all guessed wrong… adults,” scout almost cried: “Kirrlutzian has been fighting against the monsters at Kanderbeg, they are trying to bypass the Babel Fortress and attack the Saers’ hinterland. Kirrlutzian sent a messenger for help… but…”

However, they did not arrive.

Blanc is deep breathed in, as if to let the cold air refill the lungs to calm yourself down.

Malvis Duke rushed up and grabbed his arm again. “Come on, Blanc Uncle!” In a hurry, he almost called out the name of the strict elder in his childhood, when his father lived in the world. And he is not the Patriarch of the Mavils family: “There are some behind the back… those monsters, countless, no longer, That’s too late!”

“It’s already been’s too late,” Blanc said, breaking the guy who couldn’t make it. He knew that other people might have fled with each other. He sternly pointed to the tip of Malfos Duke’s nose: “You go to get other people back, our only chance is to retreat into Kanderbeg City.”

“No, I can’t do it.” Malvis Duke scared and shook his head.

Blanc coldly snorted, reverse the sword edge. A hilt sweeps over the guy’s belly, letting the latter face the painful color and bend down like a shrimp. But the old Duke quickly grabbed the guy’s collar again and took Malvis Duke to himself. Loudly said: “Look at your father’s face, I will save you a life, you listen, if If you don’t want to die, just follow what I said!”

But Malvis Duke is still a hesitant look, and Blanc can’t help but be disappointed to shake his head. “You are far from your father, Malwis’s little guy,” he said bluntly. “You can escape faster, can you escape the eyes of the sky?”

Malvis Duke, this mouth opened wide, he seems to finally think about it, who is the most authoritative Expert here – no one can be associated with a co-Marshal of sixty years ago. He subconsciously asked: “Blanc Uncle, but how can I get other people back?”

“I know what you are thinking,” Blanc replied. “But if we don’t get together, it’s just like going back to Kanderbeg.”