In a nameless mountain forest, a figure ran in embarrassment, looking back from time to time to see if anyone behind him had caught up.

The scenery here is very good, not far away is the endless Mediterranean Sea, the salty and wet sea breeze caresses the man's cheeks from time to time, taking away a trace of sweat,

This was the third day of Bartolov's departure from Antioch, and the journey from Antioch to Adana would have taken only one day on ordinary horses, but in the beginning, Bartolov's

The Journey of the Revival of Rome Chapter 149: The Timing is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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