The destruction of historical civilizations and the concept of the Apocalypse Monarch are truly despairing; he saw no need to reveal the truth at this critical moment.
Old Dean's throat tightened; Lord Lin Lan's words were truly chilling upon reflection.
Undoubtedly, a massive shadow loomed behind the Commercial Union...
"Ed, you were once an officer on White Oak Main Island. How much do you know about the Alliance Legion besieging us?"
Lin Lan looked at the man with a cold expression.
"That is exactly what I intend to report next, my lord." Ed nodded.
"Those attacking the Eastern Border, closest to Seagull City, are the renowned Silver Wing Legion on White Oak Main Island."
His steady tone wavered slightly, "The commander of the Silver Wing Legion is named Horn, a cunning Demon man."
"Commander Horn..."
