Chapter 2341

The discord between the Brandt family in Germany and the blova family in France can even be called "national enmity" at large, but it may not be summed up in just a "small friction between neighbors" at a small scale. Moreover, with the accumulated history of the blova family, even if an emerging family such as the Brandt family makes every effort to catch up, it is not a threat at all in a short time.

Therefore, if the big broois don't want to investigate, those years of secret disputes can be settled for the time being.

But of course, it's the brova family's own business whether they want to investigate or not. At present, the first Secretary of the Federation must have no qualification to easily talk about it.

Let alone, the so-called "friction" is relative.

From the perspective of the two large families, the long-standing discord is actually just economic competition in a more normal business field. But for an individual like the Secretary in front of him, even if it is only the profits and losses in the past year, it will be a huge wealth that he can't earn in his life.

From her standpoint, how dare you try to make two discordant wizard families shake hands and make peace with one sentence? Even if it's just a temporary hand in hand, it's hard for her to say.

So at this moment, after hearing the old housekeeper's answer, which was almost as severe as a refusal, the first secretary finally closed his mouth silently, but turned his head and looked at Willie, who was standing still.

If anyone in the brova family can change what the old housekeeper has said... In addition to the current owner, it seems that there is only the brova eldest lady who is the only heir, isn't it?

"Well?"

Willie, who hasn't said a word since she stopped, didn't have much reaction when she saw the other party looking at herself. She just asked after thinking carefully:

"Is there a high-level corpse?"

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Since the high-level corpse attack occurred before, anyone can imagine that the same thing will certainly happen in Germany.

No, even since that is the main battlefield of the hot war, the situation facing the Brandt's front-line team will become more serious.

In the case of a high-level corpse ordered in the south of the Netherlands, I'm afraid there may be no less than four corpses on the two fronts in northwest Germany.

As for the specific number, no one can tell at present - the Brandt family's team, as a large-scale backbone of the fire dragon corps, may be able to resist the conventional army facing the living corpses for a while, but the lack of top combat strength makes it impossible for them to complete the minimum investigation when the enemy sends out high-level living corpses, Let alone deal with a higher level of frontal battlefield.

Retreat is the only option that the Brandt family can grasp at present!

However, when there are still a large number of civilians behind the front to evacuate, "how to retreat" has become the most difficult choice for the Brandt family.

"... in charge! Three more defense lines have been destroyed, many dragon trainers have died, and the chaos of the fire dragon has begun to form a chain reaction... We must retreat further to have room for adjustment!"

"No! You can't withdraw any more! Put all the fire dragons into the main battlefield!"

"But in charge -"

"Shut up! Do what I say! Pass me the order!"

"Yes... Yes!"

This dialogue took place in the Brandt's western front command post at the end of the front battlefield, but during the conversation between the herald and the family manager, there was a continuous rumble outside the camp, and the roar of fire dragons and the cries of wizards seemed to become the background music of their dialogue.

It can be seen that the western front is almost completely penetrated. The culprits of all this are naturally the high-level corpses that suddenly attack.

"Roar -"

The herald was a young looking witch. As soon as she ran out of the central camp, she heard the whine of a fire dragon quite close. However, she did not show any surprise, because she had run back from the front line to send orders and reports. Such a scene had long been used to it.

"Bang!"

With a burst of dust, a Romanian Longhorned dragon fell heavily on the ground from mid air - it was on the hillside not far from the camp. After falling to the ground, it struggled to get up again. Unfortunately, its heavy injury made all its actions futile.

The herald and the witch only glanced around and soon turned their eyes again to the western sky. It can be seen from here that countless fire dragons over there are fighting at high altitude with the same number of flying corpses. Because the Dragon trainers are unable to conduct more accurate command, the battle is barbaric, rough and extremely chaotic.

She looked, but there was no pause at her feet. She just silently clenched her teeth and ran all the way to the exit of the camp.

At the same time, the mysterious cloud had already crossed her head and spread towards central Germany.

Not long ago, when passing the exit of the camp, she remembered shouting at the watchtowers on both sides:

"The boss has orders! Mobilize the last batch of fire dragons to defend. He will sit here, face the enemy with us and fight for the family in the rear!"

There was a echo behind her, but her footsteps had crossed the position in front of the camp. At this moment, she didn't want to see what other people looked like.

She only knew that she had violated the orders of the chief steward and had no orders to send the remaining fire dragons in the camp to the battlefield ahead. It was a choice that could at least make her feel at ease.

After all, there are still their best friends in the camp. With such a group of fire dragons to help defend, it may be able to survive until the reinforcements arrive.

"... no, in fact, there is not much difference between the two."

As she ran, her steps slowed down. She listened to the sound of war approaching ahead, felt the slight tremor of the ground under her feet, and couldn't help muttering to herself.

Her name is Martina Kruger. She is the last front-line Herald on the western front of Germany. So far, she is also the only Brandt wizard who can survive and escape after seeing high-level corpses on the battlefield.

But she was also very clear that she had lost her broom and couldn't run over the strange cloud on the top. I'm afraid she couldn't send the only information she got out of the battlefield.

No, not only herself, but also no one in the whole western battlefield can go back!