Murphy returned the Greed Piece to the pirate captain and asked:

"How long will it take for you to go to the territory of the Blood Terror Clan?"

"It won't take more than half a month!"

Claire said with certainty:

"Let's go and get back quickly. We won't disturb anyone by taking our things and leaving."

"But have you ever thought that this actually also contains dangers?"

Andre next to him suddenly said:

"If Dusk is a servant of the subspace, then they must also know the truth two hundred years ago. If you are looking for the legendary observation laboratory, then maybe Dusk is also chasing the same thing.

Why are you looking at me like this?

You don’t really think that onomatopoeia can perfectly conceal your conversation in front of the Thorn Clan, do you?

This thing is not a secret skill in nature. I have heard everything you just talked about. Don't worry, I won't write this secret into my notebook.

This secret is too hot to touch.

But I still say the same thing, you’d better not go alone on this trip back to your hometown, and take more people with you.”

"Your former territory was among the snow-capped mountains of Ice Bay."

Murphy stood up and said:

"It just so happens that our relationship with the Temple of Vamu has been quite good recently. Please ask the servants of the Berserker. If the Blood Terror clan plans to return to Ice Bay, it will definitely not work without their permission.

By the way, I'm sending a letter to the Vam Temple for Lord Paying. If we don't call Vam's servants for such an exciting thing as killing the evil god, those violent warriors will definitely bear a grudge against us.

Go and come back quickly, you two.

I have a feeling that Transia won't be quiet for long."

——

"boom"

The pen he was writing suddenly vibrated, causing the sharp pen tip to pierce the letter paper, causing the ink to spread out on the paper and quickly form an ink dot.

A good piece of letter paper was ruined just like that.

General Baldwin frowned at the mistake in front of him, then grabbed the piece of paper and crumpled it into a ball with an irritated gesture, threw it into the trash can next to him, and then took out a new piece of paper and wrote on it again.

He wanted to write a personal letter to Colonel Duke's family, telling them that Colonel Duke had died heroically on the battlefield.

This is not a simple matter.

As a general, he felt sad for the death of his adjutant. As a friend, he could not sleep at night because of the death of his good brother who had followed him loyally for more than ten years.

The battle report of Baphomet Canyon had been sent to him a long time ago. He knew the whole process, and he also knew that Colonel Duke's sacrifice was a more heroic sacrifice in that case.

He can escape.

But he did not do that. The determined soldier fulfilled the promise he made to General Baldwin when he left the Crimean fortress, and he coexisted with his position until the last moment.

This made General Winter Wolf both moved and uncomfortable.

The worst thing was not only that Colonel Duke died for his country, but the vanguard over the Shadow Valley was almost wiped out, and it was a heavy blow to Baldwin's heart.

How many years has it been since the Winter Wolves suffered such a terrible loss?

The unexpected outbreak of wolf plague before that, as well as the silence of the North Wind God to the call of believers, all seemed to outline a picture that frightened all Nords.

If before, those crazy words that preached that an era of chaos was coming were just unfounded worries that did not need to be ignored, then now, at least for General Baldwin, he seemed to have seen it.

No!

He has already stepped into that chaotic future.

This black disaster is just the end of one era and the beginning of another.

Even if the Jackals are defeated in front of the Maginot Line, they will never be able to bring the familiar peaceful era back to them. That is the most feared prophecy for those who fear change, and this prophecy is becoming a reality bit by bit.

As for him, the powerful General Winter Wolf, the border commander of Nordtov, is already a powerful official in the mortal world. Where will his fate be in the storm of this era?

General Baldwin didn't really want to think about it.

But some things cannot be solved by running away, so after writing Colonel Duke's obituary with a heavy heart, the general took out a new piece of letter paper in front of him.

He was going to write a suicide note to his three daughters.

Although I will work hard to survive in all wars and return to my family, being prepared can always give people a little more courage when unexpected disasters strike.

But before he started writing, there was a knock on the office door, and then his adjutant walked in and said to the general:

"The vanguard of the Great Wilderness Legion has arrived. General, the Iron Foot Army of the Frost Dwarves has also arrived near the city of Bonne. In addition, the Transians have warned us that starting tonight, no non-military troops will be allowed in the Filthy Swamp.

People walking through.”

"Um?"

Baldwin raised his head and said:

"What does it mean?"

"It's hard for me to explain to you, General."

The adjutant said with some embarrassment:

"But those crazy Transians say that the Foul Swamp is alive, and if we don't want to die, we shouldn't provoke it.

"?"
Chapter completed!