The situation in the Western Warzone was like purgatory.

It was the warzone with the most casualties, and if it hadn’t been for the medical team and the magical medicine, Erudia’s fifth defense barrier would’ve already fallen.

Every attack was fiercer than the one before; the criminals were causing endless internal trouble and pressure.

At that point, the Medical Elite ancient family had already lost half of its members.

They could, at most, last another two days; they were even worse off than their comrades in the East.

“Is the Dragonites’ reinforcement here yet?” asked the Medical Elite grimly.

He had blood all over him.

Truth was, the Grand Master was extremely strong.

He single-handedly killed two Rank Six fighters and five Rank Five fighters.

Palace barred their path,

grimly, “I told you we shouldn’t have come, Grandpa! It’s not worth

Medical Elite, we will all be dead! I still don’t understand why we have to

our medical skills and combat capabilities. Why should we fight for

looked grouchier than ever

were; they were certain that they would all die if things

is weak and useless. How much use could they be against the army in the West? Moreover, the enemy is aware of them

East are. Let’s assume that the raiders will eliminate them successfully.

will be dead regardless of what

only buying some time for Erudia and stopping

dead silence after Carter and his friends

will just result in our

“Exactly!”

I am not f*cking doing this. I never wanted to come in the first place! Helping the Dragonites

right. I quit

am not going to do it

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