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The battle has reached the most intense stage, and the stormy waves are not enough to describe the attacks of the Crystalline. The human fortresses that stand at the most frontline fall one after another, and the ordering Knight is reading out loudly that those who have not yet fallen down are still angry. Name – but this list is getting shorter and shorter.

“Sir Mars and his Highland Infantry camp are asking for help, Sir S. Leeuwin is still there, Wade Sword Saint and his camp are retreat”

A piece of parchment was thrown into the aisle.

Finally, the last one left in his skinny hands.

At this moment, the third line of defense has declared a crash.

But there is a final reef among the waves of this cup.

“Jazz is still there!”

“Sir Vallar they retired to the Golden Fortress.”

When he read the third time, Knight’s face stunned and headed, and trembled: “Jazz Laval Sir Laval is still there.”

Many people are stunned.

In the Vala, there is a place called the Shet, a brown river that flows through it.

Above the fertile soil, a group of people fought against the mountain people. They were descendants of Kirrlutzian, but they were not allowed in the mainstream society of the empire. The Shelter people like to ridicule the imperial people’s fortunes, because they are descendants of the warrior, and for decades, every Shelter hated the empire for their betrayal.

The Empire embraced the mountain people but forgot the Shelter.

Laval Count is an authentic Chediman. He is stubborn and obsessed with old dogmas. It is not for the upper class. What is even more annoying is that he is a so-called dissident. Simply put, he is Constance. The Queen’s death loyalty.

Such people, naturally, do not like it there, not to mention that after the fall of Constance, if not after the fall of the empire, such a person would have been deprived of noble identity – maybe even a gallows.

Duke of Ludwig once ridiculed this person for ignorance, and the noble lost in the East Metz war was even more annoyed, and more than once publicly declared that these farmers from the Shet Lai were a bunch of barbarians.

But the Shetti people are brave and good at fighting. This region has historically produced the best archers and light infantry of the entire empire.

The center of the battlefield –

Crystalline climbed into the outer city, and the Shetti people retired to the city; Crystalline broke through the city, and the Shetti people succumbed to the guilt; even after the inner city changed hands, the Chedi people retreated into the minaret.

They are running low, but the minaret still stands.

It’s like a fang that pierces the purple ocean.

Duke of Ludwig subconsciously is close to the city, “I am still waiting for What are you doing, to save them back!!” He swelled like a raging lion, roaring at his own Knights.

One hand interrupted his words, Mangrove looked towards the Knight of the order.

Knight’s voice is a bit stiff: “Jazz Laval and his warriors ask for support”

“What kind of support do they need?”

“Adult, look at yourself”

A small silhouette climbed to the top of the minaret and raised a flag at the top of the tower.

“It’s Sir Laval!” someone cry out in surprise.

But more people watched the flag silently.

It was a brown flag. The flag was in the shape of a piece of land. It was the land that the Hittite people guarded for generations. Their homeland, the wilderness surrounded by the brown river.

The brown white-bellied eagle owl represents the spirit of the Shelter’s fearlessness, while the ear of rice contains the deepest hope of the land. Under the ear of the ear, the lion’s mouth is the skylark, and the Shetti is equally loyal and trustworthy.

It was a raging purple.

It is also a lonely flag.

Many people have shed tears and feel remorse for what they have done in the past.

These farmers from Shetley proved their loyalty and courage to the empire, but the empire can no longer make up for its narrowness and prejudice, and perhaps this is the root of all the disintegration.

At this moment, Mangrove suddenly thought of the small country in the southern part of the empire, the fearless monarch, and the sword he took.

Duke of Ludwig leaned against the wall and silenced the reef.

“They, requesting the use of Jin Yan Angel” replied Knight whispered.

“Target.” Mangrove asked softly.

The order was made that Knight opened his mouth, but in fact everyone has the answer.

It is like a king who needs the scepter and the sauce to maintain his majesty, and the Golden Flame Angel is the sword that Babel symbolizes justice and majesty. Golden’s beams converge from bottom to top along the six-sided prism. They may have traveled for several kilometers, but in a matter of moments they have been brought together.

The sky seems to have been lit up, and the clouds are burning.