Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 555

Chapter 555

Louis abruptly pushed Felix away, and scrutinized him closely. He looked different from before, but Louis recognized him.

Tears mixed with laughter on Louis‘ face. “You’ve aged, and you look so ugly now. How did you become like this?”

“Don’t just focus on your reunion. Check on our other brethren,” Rafael gasped, his hands trembling uncontrollably. Lawrence had been laid on the ground after being taken off Rafael’s back, but he still hadn’t woken up despite their attempts.

Louis and Timothy looked at the eleven surviving men, tears welling up in their eyes. It was such a relief to see so many of them alive.

But Lawrence’s condition was critical, and no one present had medical expertise. The only option was to continue crushing and administering the medicinal pills.

Everett was at a loss. Although he was skilled in bloodletting and purging, Lawrence’s problem wasn’t internal injuries. His condition was due to pus–filled wounds causing a high fever, which was very dangerous.

Suddenly, a roar from below echoed in the air-“Get up there!”

Victor had arrived with his men. But given the steep cliff, it was uncertain how many of them could manage to climb up.

“This is Sandoria territory! Those who trespass shall die!”

go!” Rafael struggled to his feet. Casting a final glance at the enraged Victor below, he calmly commanded,

up many people, anyway. After all, Rafael and his group had

him, “You Starhavens are cunning. Instead of negotiating, you

in Sandorian, “When you and your people invaded the Southern Frontier, you didn’t negotiate with

raised his hand. “Victor, may we never

walking away. Soon, Victor’s and his

+25 BCNUS

felt like they were no longer his own,

back, while Timothy insisted on carrying Thomas. The latter’s severe back injury had likely reopened. Thomas had truly struggled to

the mountain, descended it, and divided into teams to cross the grassland. The strong winds on the grassland blew away the

they approached, they heard the soldiers‘ cheers. Many people surged forward, surrounding them as they cried out

their tears, finding the scene before them almost dreamlike. The cheering seemed to come from far away, even though

they entered the city. Except for the semi–conscious Lawrence, all ten of them

dreamed of. They had returned,

profound

to die or their bodies couldn’t be returned to their

had done was worth

of the eleven men,

into a chair, and his first words upon seeing Oliver were, “Send for the best

excited. “He’ll