This is an unbreakable connection between the individual and the group. If no changes are made, all vampires will soon be swept into the tragedy related to the Midnight Mother.
Therefore, in the face of a common enemy, you can fully trust us."
"Alright, that’s enough for with your words."
Murphy returned the Greed Fragnt to the Pirate Captain and asked:
"How long will it take you to reach the territory of the Blood Fear Clan?"
"No more than half a month!"
Claire said confidently:
"We’ll go quickly and return quickly; we’ll take the item and leave without alerting anyone."
"But have you considered that this also contains danger?"
Beside them, Andre suddenly spoke:
"If Dusk is a servant of the subspace, then they must also know the truth from two hundred years ago. If you are seeking that legendary observation lab, perhaps Dusk is also pursuing the sa thing...
Why are you looking at with that expression?
Surely you don’t think that the impersonation technique can perfectly conceal your conversation in front of the Thorn Clan, do you?
This thing can’t really count as any secret technique. I’ve heard everything you were discussing earlier. Don’t worry, I won’t write this secret in my notebook.
This secret is too hot to handle.
But I still say, you’d better not go on this journey back to the old place with just two people, take more with you."
"Your old territory is among the snowy mountains of Ice Bay."
Murphy stood up and said:
"It just so happens that our relationship with Wam’s Temple has been quite good recently, so ask the servants of The Fury for permission. If the Blood Fear Clan intends to return to Ice Bay, they definitely won’t do so without their consent.
While you’re at it, send a letter from Lord Pa Ying to Wam’s Temple. Slaying the Evil God is such an exciting affair that if you don’t call on Wam’s Servants, those furious Samurais will definitely resent us."
Go and return quickly, both of you.
I have a premonition that Transylvania won’t be quiet for too long."
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"Bang"
The pen that was writing suddenly shook, causing the sharp nib to pierce through the letter paper, and the ink quickly spread across it, forming an ink blot.
A good piece of letter paper was thus ruined.
General Baldwin frowned at the mistake before him and then, with a sowhat irritated gesture, grabbed the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the nearby trash can, then took out a new sheet to rewrite on.
He was to write a letter on a personal basis to Colonel Duke’s family, telling them that Colonel Duke had heroically fallen in battle.
This is not a simple matter.
As a General, he felt sorrow for the death of his adjutant, and as a friend, he was unable to sleep at night over the death of a loyal brother who had followed him for over ten years.
The battle report from Baphot Canyon had been delivered to his hands long ago; he knew the whole story and knew that under such circumstances, Colonel Duke’s sacrifice was even more heroic.
He could have escaped.
But he did not do so. That resolute soldier fulfilled his promise to General Baldwin when he left Klim Fortress, perishing with his position until the very last mont.
This both moved and pained General Winter Wolf.
The terrible matter was not just Colonel Duke’s noble sacrifice; the near-complete annihilation of the vanguard in Shadow Valley was another heavy blow to Baldwin’s heart.
How many years has it been since the Winter Wolf Army suffered such a terrible loss?
And before that, the unexpectedly erupting wolf disaster and the God of the North Wind’s silence to the call of its followers - all of these together seem to outline a shocking picture for all the Nord people.
If before, those preaching the arrival of an Age of Chaos seed like re nonsense not to be heeded, then now, at least for General Baldwin, he seed to have seen...
No!
He had already set one foot into that chaotic future.
This Black Disaster is rely the end of an era and the beginning of another.
Even defeating the Wolf People in front of the Maginot Line could not bring back the familiar peaceful tis, which is the most terrifying prophecy for those who fear change, and this prophecy is inching closer to reality.
As for him, the highly placed and powerful General Winter Wolf, the border commander of Nordtof, a ruler among mortals, where will his fate lead in the storm of this era?
General Baldwin didn’t want to think about this question too much.
But so matters cannot be solved by avoidance. Therefore, after writing Colonel Duke’s obituary with a heavy heart, the General took out a new sheet of letter paper before him.
He intended to write a will to leave for his three daughters.
Although he would try to survive all the wars and return to his family, being prepared always gives one a bit more courage when unexpected disasters strike.
But before he could start writing, the door to his office was knocked, and then his adjutant walked in and said to the General:
"The vanguard of the Wilderness Corps has arrived, General. The Frost Dwarves’ Iron Foot Army has also reached the outskirts of Bernel City. Additionally, the Transia People have issued a warning to us: starting tonight, the Polluted Swamp will not allow any non-military personnel to traverse."
"Hmm?"
Baldwin looked up and said:
"What does this an?"
"It’s hard for to explain to you, General."
The adjutant said sowhat awkwardly:
"But those crazy Transia people say that the ’Polluted Swamp’ is alive, and if we don’t want to die, we shouldn’t provoke it.
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