At the South Land main camp. At this time, an Iron Eagle appeared in this main camp, a piece of paper in his hand, presented to Walton Myers. This was classified information. The use of Iron Eagles further proved the urgency.
Walton Myers picked it up, glanced at it, and then put it down, “Gentlemen, take a look.”
Everyone picked it up and found out that Mountland had launched a rebellion.
“So Primus has launched early. It seems he knows we are heading to Mountland. Is he planning a war of secession, or is Primus planning to defend the city?”
“Defend the city? What a joke, Mountland is not St. Sunday, it doesn’t have such good geographical conditions. And what troops does Primus have in Mountland, just these ten thousand troops? We have six hundred thousand, we could suffocate them just by encircling them.”
“What exactly is Primus planning?”
“No matter what he’s planning, we have to go, don’t we?”
Finally, a strategist interjected.
Indeed. Regardless, they were bound to go. If they didn’t, then Mountland would truly belong to Kisia Primus. If their defensive line was torn open by him, the northern reinforcements could come in large numbers, and they would truly be on the defensive.
The scale of victory, which had already been balanced, was tilting again.
“General Myers.”
In the end, after everyone had discussed, they all turned to Walton Myers.
This matter had to be decided by Walton Myers.
“Pick up the pace, head to Mountland, and by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, we must reach ten miles outside of Mountland,” Walton Myers ordered.
“Yes.”
The many soldiers accepted the order.
However, Walton Myers’ gaze was somewhat flickering: “Robin, defending Mountland, this doesn’t seem like your style, whatever you want to do, I’ll accompany you.”
He felt something was wrong.
Defending Mountland, it wasn’t realistic.
It wasn’t a move that Kisia Primus would make.
But, as the strategist said, whether it was a trap or not, their large army had to go. If they didn’t go, then their defense line would really be ripped open by Kisia Primus.
By that time, they would have lost greatly.
So, Walton Myers prepared to counter Kisia Primus’s tactics.
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Hotel Mountland.
There was no one here, no one from Master Lewis.
Dylan Harding hadn’t left. On the top floor, he was looking at the reports from his subordinates with an unpredictable expression, his face growing increasingly ugly: “The whole of Mountland is in rebellion, this Master Lewis, an old man, I didn’t expect him to hide so deeply.”
He really hadn’t expected it.
He had planted his people everywhere.
He felt that the whole of Mountland was under his control.
But who would have thought, there’s always a higher mountain, what seemed to be just a small punk-level Master Lewis, was hiding huge strength, it erupted all at once, all his people were wiped out.
And the whole of Mountland was in chaos.
He had miscalculated. He even miscalculated to the point that he couldn’t leave in time.
By now, he couldn’t leave.
All the roads were blocked.
Only this Hotel Mountland was left, and it was full of their people.
“Dylan, I have a feeling, today, we both are going to fall here.” James Harding sat in a chair, his face gloomy.
The high-level cultivator sent by the Sima family was here. Right in their Hotel Mountland.
But, they were dealing with Primus.
That was Primus.
That was a man who, with a three-foot-long sword in his hand, could deter the million-strong army of South Land.
They had no confidence.
“Father, what about the people we planted near Grayson Miller and the France family?” Dylan Harding turned his head and asked hurriedly.
He still had a life-saving trick.
That was the people of Grayson Miller and the France family.
Although Grayson Miller was in the hospital of the Betty Laydon family, Dylan Harding had already planted many people around them, this was his lifesaver.
And the people from the France family they had captured before.
Those were also his lifesavers.
He had thought it all out, using these people to exchange for a way out for him and his father.
But, James Harding revealed a bitter smile: “They were killed. All the people on Grayson Miller’s side, all died, without exception, and the people on the France family’s side, were rescued. And there’s a traitor among us.”
Dylan Harding’s face became even colder, extremely ugly: “This old thing, I should have dealt with him before. Now, he’s making trouble for me, father, let’s go, forget about Mountland, we have no hope.”
If it weren’t for Master Lewis. Then they wouldn’t leave so soon. Nor would they be in such mortal danger.
And that Master Lewis, with a wave of his hand, made the whole Mountland turn upside down, something he really hadn’t expected.
Before, he still wanted to make a last-ditch effort, because Mountland was his only way to ascend to the Harding family heir, the chance was slim, but now he couldn’t care about so much.
They were going to die. If they didn’t leave now, they would really die.
“Okay.”
James Harding frowned, ready to depart. However, a voice suddenly rang out.
“Sorry, I’m late.”
Above them, Robin still appeared as Nightowl, sword of three feet in hand, a black dragon etched across his chest. With his entrance, a trail of corpses lay behind him.
He had fought his way in, and swiftly at that. So swift that those around had no time to send for help.
“Robin, you dare to show your face here? This is the Harding family. You have some nerve coming here,” Dylan Harding stepped forward, shouting furiously.
Robin sneered, “Even you don’t believe your own words.”
Indeed, even Dylan Harding did not believe his words. But he had to say them because they were not alone.
“Arrogant. Masters, please subdue this boy,” Dylan Harding roared again.
Immediately, many men emerged from behind, all with an imposing aura, obviously high-rank practitioners of the Harding family. Among them was an old man with white hair, standing with an air of supreme confidence.
“Primus? Hah, it’s ridiculous that a junior like you is given such a title. My name is Pierre Harding. When I was reigning over the martial world, you weren’t even born. Today, I tell you my name so that you understand who you’re up against. This martial world, this Kisia, has no place for an insolent junior like you.”
Pierre Harding flicked his sleeves, and his aura erupted, making the people of Mountland sense a great battle about to ensue, the presence of a high-rank practitioner.
However, Robin uttered a single word.
“Stop.”
Immediately, Pierre Harding’s momentum was suppressed, his expression changing dramatically. Following that, Robin waved his three-foot-long sword, his gaze sweeping over all present, declaring, “Old man, times have changed.”