Baseness is the passport of the base.
Nobility is the epitaph of the noble.
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「Baihe Town.」
The earthen and stone town walls were low and dilapidated.
Earth Knight Fei Ning's shiny bald head was exceptionally dazzling under the harsh sun of the Northern Lands.
His right hand gripped the hilt of the longsword at his waist while his left shielded his eyes. His brow was tightly furrowed, his gaze fixed on Dietlinde and her party, never once wavering.
Even from four hundred meters away, he could clearly feel the aftershocks from the clash of Knight Power, a sign of the fierce battle taking place over there.
But he didn't know what exactly had happened, or why the two sides were now locked in a standoff.
The sound of footsteps approached from behind.
"Lord Fei Ning, the Scaya Dragon Descendants' main army is mustering. Small scout parties have already crossed the border and are heading our way."
