"fighting?"
Eberlen was confused; she didn't know what had happened.
Wasn't our original plan to come to the Third Outpost, which was located in the heart of the front-line battle zone?
Weren't we already there? What battle?
Although Eberlen had been in the frontline command center for some time, she had never actually come to the front lines, showing a clear disconnect and hesitation.
Similarly, although they still had such doubts in their hearts, Andrew and Anthony did not ask any more questions at this moment, but instead showed the qualities that a qualified soldier should have.
Almost instinctively, they gripped their weapons tightly. Anthony stepped forward to take Shirley's place, while Andrew immediately stood in front of Eberron.
Blocking Eberron's view with his broad back, Andrew, now in battle mode, asked quickly in a deep voice:
"Can the quantity be confirmed?"
Mephistopheles' reply was equally brief and swift, consisting of only two words.
"a lot of."
a lot of……
Haha, that really is a very broad number!
Is the number too large to count? Or has it reached a point where mentioning it would discourage people from even thinking about it?
"Tsk, either way, this is a terrible situation!"
Hearing Anthony mutter softly, Andrew knew that he had the same idea as Anthony and smiled, feeling much more relaxed.
He walked to Mephistopheles' left and asked:
"However, at least it's manageable... isn't it?"
Ning Feng tilted his head slightly, looking at the two soldiers who had performed exceptionally well. His suppressed emotions eased somewhat, and he nodded, saying:
"Yes."
Will I die?
After a brief moment of thought, a strange chuckle crept into Mephistopheles' otherwise cold voice:
"Probably not."
"Ah, that's enough."
Andrew tightened his grip on his weapon and nodded to the alchemist who had walked slowly toward him, seemingly showing no sign of nervousness.
"Miss Eberlen's safety is in your hands for now. Please wait for us in a safe place."
"Yes, leave it to me without worry."
Nodding slightly, Shirin took out two vials of clear potion from her pocket and instructed:
"These two bottles are for you and Anthony. Drink them before the battle; they will improve your... survivability."
Specialized medicine?
Andrew accepted it without ceremony, drank his own bottle, and then tossed the other bottle to Anthony.
"What about Mephistopheles's?"
Ning Feng?
After thinking for a moment, Shirin said ambiguously:
"His... I've already given it to him in advance."
is that so?
Please take good care of yourself.
Knowing that the two had a special relationship, Andrew didn't ask any more questions. He only said one last thing to Eberron before turning around and following the two people ahead.
The three moved extremely fast and quickly disappeared from Eberron's sight.
Shirin walked to Eberron's side, took Eberron's hand (who seemed a little confused), and stepped back slightly.
"Alchemist, I'm a little confused. What exactly happened? Has the Third Outpost been invaded?"
Why did you suddenly become so nervous?
Nothing unusual happened, right?
"Intrusion? No, it's not that simple."
Shirin shook her head and said to the somewhat naive and clueless clerk who possessed knowledge but lacked real practical experience:
"Since the enemy has already attacked here, it can't be as simple as a small-scale invasion."
After thinking it over, Shirley decided it would be better to let Eberron see it for himself.
"Alright, come with me..."
Holding Eberlen's hand, Shirley did not stay in a safe place as she had promised Andrew, but instead led her to another path.
With a wave of her hand, Shirin cast a magic scroll on Eberron.
[Long-lasting flight technique]
Shirin took off with Eberron and quickly reached a height where she could clearly see the entire Third Outpost.
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"This is!
?
Shireen was not surprised by Eberron's exclamation, which she had expected.
Shirin pointed to the devastated scene below, already engulfed in flames of war. Her voice was calm but slightly strained as she whispered:
"Fall in".
Clenching her fist, Shirin said slowly:
"The third outpost is about to fall."
...
...
Meanwhile, at the third outpost, Anthony and Andrew, who had just been in high spirits, were now facing a difficult choice.
To fight or to retreat?
"You stay here and try to keep them occupied. I'll go straight to the command center and see if I can save the last few people."
Mephistopheles had vanished by then, leaving behind only this one sentence before disappearing on his own.
Squinting at the various insects of all sizes that filled the hall in front of him, Anthony felt a chill run down his spine.
Guh.
Swallowing hard, Anthony squinted and asked in a barely audible voice:
"He just said we wouldn't die... right?"
That's what he just said, right?
Is this guy fucking messing with us?
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