On the wall, puppets covered in copper rust and wielding longswords appeared, looking in this direction from afar.
"How did they survive from so far away?"
"Return to your positions. Those below Level 12 form your own teams; those above, one for each." The Dwarf Elder loudly issued orders.
Philippa sat in the cockpit, her booted foot on the table, biting an apple while watching the association members outside with a heavy expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.
She took a bite of the fruit forcefully and said, "Turn the cannon around, aim in front."
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Lopaz City, Snake Badge Consortium.
The slender and elegant Elf person in charge, Retili, looked down at the documents in her hands.
As the year-end approaches, the number of regular orders has plummeted, whether from major powers or some mercenary groups, all saving money for the year-end auction.
But it was much better than last year; back then, all sorts of metrics were much worse.
