Old Qin said softly:
"Who would've thought, getting old and in the last stretch still having to come help the folks from another world fight a war, but I'm sure these old bones of mine can withstand the Black Disaster without a problem.
A stable base is what we need, and currently, Transylvania is undoubtedly the most suitable forward base, so, Kiddo, make sure nothing goes wrong on the Maginot Line!
If something goes wrong, you'll be the first to be held accountable!"
"Understood! Chief."
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"Bang"
The Grand Marshal's banner of the Whip-tail Clan was thrown to the ground by Triss, as the Bloodline Duke flapped its wings, watching the young hyena warrior clumsily slide down from the tree.
She stared at Boboke, making him shiver with fear.
But Triss didn't deign to look directly at him, flapping her wings to hover in the air and kicking up a small whirlwind. She spoke to Boboke in a perfect Dark Mountain Jackal language:
