Chapter 114: Most Likely a Treasure

Upon hearing the commanding officer’s order, the tank gunners swiftly adjusted their gun barrels in search of targets. The infantry inside the armored personnel carriers dismounted and opened fire in retaliation. Although this unit seemingly had no gifted individuals, every soldier was armed to the teeth with modern weaponry.

“Uncle B, where’s your iron armor?” Zheng Yi turned to the man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, who looked rather cocky.

On September 15th, with the representatives of the “Council of Seven” from the southern Lithuanian nobility officially surrendering to Desai, over 3 million people across more than 80,000 square kilometers of southern Lithuania and Latvia were reincorporated into the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth.

“Retreat! Full retreat!” Seeing that this reconnaissance operation had been completely compromised, Captain Flavio urgently commanded a withdrawal. After sprinting a thousand meters, they found no pursuing forces nor any sound of artillery, prompting them to slow their pace.

Although the number of blood elves was small, the orcs possessed the traits Tessa had mentioned; their overwhelming forces now seemed capable of confronting both elves and orcs head-on.

“Beast!” He clenched his teeth in fury, a sharp pain suddenly radiating from his lips—he had unknowingly bitten them hard enough to draw blood.

“Well, don’t take it too seriously. After all, we did gain something, didn’t we?” Feeling Elquitte’s genuine concern, warmth blossomed in Li Lin’s heart.

According to Liu Yansong’s thinking, it would be best to kill those scoundrels outright. Since Liao Hongfu had already fled, he believed the higher-ups did not want to escalate matters. Otherwise, given Liao Hongfu’s capabilities, escaping the country so easily would have been impossible.

“Well done.” Elizabeth, though aware that her side had lost hope of victory due to Ceng Jia’s assessment, still applauded in praise.

Meanwhile, the British officers leisurely idling within Evora Castle began to grumble privately, complaining that General Belsford was too biased and hadn’t given his compatriots a chance to distinguish themselves.

Liu Dazhu sighed deeply. Though the wooden boards of the carriage obscured his view, he seemed to catch sight of Ran Xiao and two others at the front, even managing to overhear parts of their conversation.

His assumption, however, was somewhat presumptuous. If that were truly possible, Moonshadow would have ended their life outright. Just now, the attack had taken them by surprise; they were unprepared, and even hurt their own hand in the process.

“You may choose not to agree,” Louis said gently, the cold hardness from moments before merely an illusion born of exhaustion.

She halted, looked up at the drone overhead, then glanced down at the grass where she spotted something. Picking it up, she handed it to Ye Shao.

Without hesitation, Moonshadow soared into the sky, then produced the Dragon-class Astral Shuttle. A beam of light shot from its dragon's mouth, enveloping her. It was as if the dragon swallowed her whole; she vanished in an instant, leaving the onlookers breathless.

Then Lin Fei departed from Luo Shen Valley alongside the Chaos Devouring Beast, heading toward the spatial sea where the Ninth Floor Master resided.

Chen Baozhuang, helpless, picked up a dagger, pricked his finger, and let a drop of blood fall onto a bead. He watched curiously as the bead floated in the void, its nature a complete mystery.

Thus, Kalimi proposed extremely harsh conditions. If Caesar agreed, he would become a mere laborer for the Mage Association. If he refused, the Mage Association would have justification to eliminate him.

Through various connections, inquiries were made to Xu Yang about the potential sale of the jadeite he had obtained at the “Red Plum Pavilion.” In recent days, someone had leaked his phone number, causing Xu Yang endless annoyance.

Jiang Qingyuan gave Emperor Wukang a helpless glance, conveying plainly that he, too, was powerless.

In other words, Yang Fan’s Prison Suppressing Underworld King Body had reached the fourth level of perfection. Whether he could break through to the intermediate stage beyond the Dao was uncertain.

Lu Tianyu and Shangguan Tianlong listened intently as Hua Liansuo emerged from her bath, clad in a nightgown that accentuated her graceful figure, causing both men to avert their gazes.

The young man, sitting on the ground awaiting death, had fully given up hope. Suddenly, a swift figure like the wind dashed past him, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Xiao Tie’s covert observations did not escape the attention of the Night Wanderer. When Xiao Tie left accompanied by a shadow soldier, the Night Wanderer immediately sensed their success, a sense of urgency washing over him.

Fang Cong was a renowned expert even among the outer courtyards of the city’s ten great families.

Almost a hundred people joined in, wagering their entire fortunes that Fang Zheng would fail the test.

“Why aren’t you opening the door yet?” Captain Zhang grew impatient, yanking aside the two policemen knocking and delivering a fierce kick to the door.

The cold arrow returned to the senior sister’s hand, now ablaze with fire. The blue ice bow transformed into a fiery red.

Receiving a report from his subordinate, You Yu suddenly slammed the marble table so hard it shattered on the spot.

In ancient China, when an emperor exiled a criminal to the wilderness, no one could leave without imperial decree. To leave without permission was a crime of treason.

“Why choose your elder brother over you?” It wasn’t necessarily because Su Chen was the eldest son.

Lian Xin’s words struck Pei Xuerou like a blade, bleeding deep wounds in her heart.

Returning to her exclusive palace office via flying craft, Su Rong took coffee from Ladas with a slightly brightened expression as she glanced at him.

This pleased Phantom’s heart. What he needed most now was to rapidly advance his cultivation; otherwise, he faced life-and-death challenges constantly. But cultivation must progress step by step, never in leaps. With such a treasure in hand, who could he fear?

Just as Feng Chenrui was about to reply, he felt a warm, soft touch on his lips—more exquisite than any pastry crafted by the world’s finest confectioners.