"Go and witness it with your own eyes?"

Boom!

"What am I going to witness with my own eyes!?"

Boom!!

Kicking his iron wardrobe hard, Eberron could no longer see the heroism and bravery he had when facing the Cold Thorn Archduke.

Boom!!!

Click.

When the heel of the shoe was overwhelmed and shattered, a piece of the safe also deflated hard and was almost kicked to pieces.

Eberron is not a melee awakener.

Although she has fourth-level strength and corresponding physical fitness, she is still particularly fragile compared to the melee-type awakened ones of the same level due to her intellectual pedigree.

It can even be said that even in the spellcasting system, she is relatively fragile.

Because she is a records officer.

It’s not just that she is the secretary of Grand Duke Hansci, but she is also the [Recorder] of the knowledge pedigree.

Most of her abilities are based on recording and calculation, and she is not good at physical attacks.

Being able to cause such damage to the wardrobe is a manifestation of her extreme anger.

"Hypocritical ghoul! Perverted necrophiliac! You hypocritical lunatic!"

"Even if you do that! Do you think I will change my opinion of you!?"

Eberron took off his right boot and slammed the boot on the wardrobe, making a loud noise again.

Bang!

"Will they come back to life!?"

Eberron is venting.

Not only was the anger in her mouth vented together, but there was also the fear in her heart.

Every time she faced the Cold Thorn Archduke from the Trial Hall, she always felt fear in her heart.

Eberron was afraid of facing him, but as a scribe, he had to be in constant contact with him.

The conclusion drawn is that Grand Duke Hanthorn is a man who will do whatever it takes for the sake of victory and is a complete lunatic.

Unlike the Duke of Cold Thorn who has always been hiding and not showing up, she will push those warriors into the meat grinder with her own hands every time, and she will also have to face the additional warriors.

What Han Thorn said was wrong, Eberron was already witnessing it.

Witnessed the death of the previous wave of people and the arrival of the new wave of people.

She couldn't bear such huge mental pressure.

Therefore, Eberron chose to break out and disobey the cold thorn that represented power.

But in the end, we got such an unexpected result.

"Go and witness?"

After venting everything, Eberron fell weakly onto the spring bed and lay down.

She covered her eyes with her arms, her lips trembled for a while, and finally she whispered painfully:

"Isn't what I saw enough?"

Do you really want me to witness those cruel deaths with my own eyes?

Dong Dong.

Just when the tears were about to fall, there was a knock on the door at the right time, and a calm and serious voice:

"Scribe of Eberron, I have something to report to you."

LaFaya?

Eberron turned over and sat up on the bed. When he was about to open the door, he realized that he was only wearing one boot, so he simply took off his left boot and walked over to open the door barefoot.

"Come in and talk directly."

Eberron walked back to the bed barefoot, and sat directly on the edge of the bed, looking for new boots while preparing to listen to his subordinate's report.

Before she could find it, she saw a pair of brand new boots handed to her.

"……Thanks."

"You're welcome, it's my honor to be able to help you."

The girl who saluted meticulously and wore thick round glasses shook her head, and then began to report calmly:

"According to your instructions, the supplementary application for a new batch of soldiers has been submitted. It is expected to arrive after noon at the earliest and before tomorrow morning at the latest."

() is coming again?

Poor victims.

Putting on his boots, Eberron thought darkly.

"In addition, my dear Scribe of Eberron, I have one more thing to report to you.

"Um?"

Hearing such a formal title, Eberron immediately became alert.

has a problem?

"Before that group of people arrived, a special team had already arrived."

"Um?"

The special team is probably the team that Grand Duke Hanthorn mentioned that he wants to follow, right?

"What's so special about it?"

"This team does not have a special team name. Two of them wear masks to hide their identities."

mask?

oh.

They were nothing more than a group of executioners personally selected from the trial chamber by Grand Duke Hanthorn.

He still hasn't given up?

But do you want to change from the human wave strategy to the elite strategy?

LaFaya pushed up her glasses, turned a page, and read carefully:

"A four-person team with Andrew, the former secretary of the Knights of Feira, as the captain, and Anthony, the heir of the Eli family, as the vice-captain."

Eberron paused while putting on his boots, then suddenly raised his head and looked at his adjutant:

"Andrew? The one from Knight Fela? No... you said it was the former secretary? What is that guy thinking?"

And...why is there still something about Anthony!?

What is that walking ** going to do?

Wait a moment!

According to Grand Duke Hanthorn, do you want to go to the bloody battlefield with such a group of people?

Haha...hahaha.

Eberron suddenly understood that Hanthorn didn't want to witness anything, he just wanted to die there.

LaFaya continued:

"In addition, the fifth large-scale battle was recorded today..."

!!?

"The fifth time!? Isn't today's battle over? When did it happen?"

Eberron jumped up from the bed and was about to rush to the command hall, but was pushed back directly by the petite LaFaya.

"Please don't panic. The fifth battle is over. There is no point in going there now."

it's over?

So fast?

No resistance at all? Are all members killed?

"What are the casualties? How many people did we send to respond? How many soldiers died?"

After four battles, the remaining people are all covered with scars and need time to rest...

"LaFaya! Speak quickly! Wait! What do you want-"

The expressionless girl wearing glasses raised her hand and flicked the panicked Eberron's head lightly.
To be continued...