Chapter 627: The Birth of the Devil

Shirley was constantly pointing out the direct troops of the Garcia family to attack the camp. And her chosen one, Valtteri, fell to the ground.

"My lord, my lord, I don't want any more money, I want to go home!" The soldiers were completely desperate. Listening to the screams in the city, Valtteri actually fainted. Shirley covered her face and cried sadly: "It's all my fault, I hurt you. But.but the empire can no longer bear your burden, please forgive me."

"Don't be sad. This is not your fault. No one can escape from this battle." The imperial official looked perfunctory. At this time, as night falls, a fire is burning in the warm fireplace of the castle, with an iron pot on it, cooking mutton, and the aroma is fragrant.