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!”

to his feet. Casting a final glance at the

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

at him, “You Starhavens are cunning. Instead of negotiating, you resort to dirty

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

hand. “Victor, may

straightened up and slowly started walking away. Soon, Victor’s and his men’s figures vanish from

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like they were no

carrying Thomas. The latter’s severe back injury had likely reopened. Thomas had truly struggled to the end before Timothy and the

teams to cross the grassland. The strong

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

them almost dreamlike.

soon as they entered the city. Except for the semi–conscious Lawrence, all ten of them fell to their knees

in the homeland they often dreamed of. They had returned, and Southern Frontier

a profound

to die or their bodies couldn’t be returned to their families, it was

done

hearing of Rafael’s successful rescue and the return of the eleven

into a chair, and his first words upon seeing Oliver

excited. “He’ll be here