At the temporary camp, the desert robbers returned, and came to Kevin’s tent to respectfully report: “Lord Lord, they are here, about 5oo cavalry, about 1ooo elite pikemen, and 5ooo multi-person mixed army, It looks like a thief.”
“Water thief, it’s really interesting.” Kevin’s mouth was slightly tilted, and he was no stranger to this group of gangsters on the River Resiston.
Bestur next to him also said in a deep voice: “Adult, do you need us to meet in advance?”
“of course.”
Kevin’s mouth is still slightly tilted: “Is this group of black people more powerful than those of the dark red sect?” Looking at Bestur, his voice pressed down: “Let this group of black people fill this piece of blood. Plain land!”
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