At the foot of the Olvis Mountains, hundreds of thousands of troops led by the Eighth Army marched to the ice town, and the city lord and garrison commander Motos waited to meet them on the periphery.

"Motos, you waste, you can't do a trivial job of catching an experimental subject, and you're blind to the position of the head of the garrison!"

Mokosad came up and insulted, without taking Motos in the slightest, and Singid on the side clasped his hands to his chest, as if he were laughing

Chapter 151 of "Dead Card Archmage" The sun never sets on betrayal is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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