Chapter twenty seven

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RALPH.

The rustling sounds of wave drew near to my earholes as I crooked my head from the thousands of army approaching the colossal bastion of Ingrey's capital. My guestimate was right, Magaland had merged hands with them; if not why would thousands of militia be capable to breach the adjoining homelands headed for our bearing and no news of this was dispatched.

Magaland wanted to grasp the four lands of our nation by taking possession of the capital first using the Mystics militia.

If the head was cut off, what would other members do?

"Little did they apprehend that I wasn't so stupid to let my guards down, everything had to be done in surreptitious and Ingrey was ready except, we may fail."

"If there were more berserks existent in the Mystics army just like the previous ones then, it would be a fierce conduct."