1795. Chapter 1795 Decisive battle against the Iron Winged Black Dragon 10
Generalissimo Omer, who was leading the way, stood on the back of his red dragon, raised his right hand high, and gave the order.
When the soldiers behind him saw this, they immediately stopped in order and began to prepare to set up camp in an orderly manner.
Grand Marshal Omer was also seriously injured in the original battle in the Imperial City and almost died. When he was in a coma, he was rescued by his subordinates, otherwise he would have died in the Imperial City long ago.
What devastated him the most was not only the fall of the imperial city, but the Royal Legion that he had trained so hard for half his life was wiped out. His son Oles died in the battle, and even his family members were separated. It was probably more terrible than anything, and his wisdom was completely destroyed overnight.
, became a loner, and now he hated the dragon and the monster so much that he wished he could rush into the imperial city right now and take revenge.
"Come down."
On Andre's back, Mu Bai held Han Yan's little hand and jumped off the ground.
Looking around, the desolate surroundings were filled with deathly silence, and some scattered skeletons could be vaguely seen, which must be civilians who died at the mouth of the monster.
The cold wind blew, and suddenly a cloud of snowflakes fell.
"Is it snowing?" Han Yan was startled.
The heavy goose-feather snow hit my face, sending a slight chill.
Mu Bai raised his head and looked at the vast and hazy sky, sighing in his heart that spring has passed and winter has come, and a year has passed quickly in the blink of an eye.
"Be careful of catching a cold, go and have a rest." Mu Bai said softly.
"Yeah." Han Yan nodded slightly.
At this time, in the guard camp where they were located, the soldiers quickly set up rows of tents.
Mu Bai led Han Yan and walked towards the tent ahead.
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Late at night.
The world was desolate and silent.
The cold wind made the tent rustle, and the temperature dropped a lot.
There was a bright bonfire burning in the tent where Mubai was sitting. He and Han Yan were sitting by the bonfire in silence, each thinking about their own thoughts.
The flames in front of me dance gracefully like elves.
The gaze in Mubai's eyes flickered, sometimes revealing a hint of murderous intent.
Han Yan has been staring at the changes in Mu Bai's face, secretly surprised in her heart. Since she came back, during the time she spent with Mu Bai, she often saw Mu Bai showing such murderous intent.