Chapter 1080: Waiting (Part Two)
This was the dumbest method, but it was also the safest.
After about five hours, white light appeared on the horizon, and the stars started to dim in the sky. A new day was about to be here.
The refugee group moved forward extremely slowly. In the last five hours, the group moved forward for less than 60 kilometers.
Although they couldn’t see St. Petersburg that was burning in blazing flames when they turned their heads, they could still see light beams flashing in the sky. It was the Moon-Class Elites of Barcelona chasing after the more powerful members of Zenit.
Of course, those masters of Barcelona weren’t interested in killing these weak refugees.
The ordinary troops of Barcelona were temporarily tied down by the treasures in St. Petersburg, a city that had a history of several hundred years. Right now, the ordinary soldiers of Barcelona were still burning down places, killing Zenitians, and robbing treasures; they were doing whatever they wanted to this old city, venting their negative emotions. This pleasure was just as alluring and enjoyable as a man conquering a haughty and cold beauty with more violent means.
Piazon estimated that after one more day, the ordinary soldiers of Barcelona would have ‘digested’ the entirety of St. Petersburg, and the mass-scale chase and headhunt would begin.
Therefore, the next day was crucial.
“I have to think of a way to get to Chambord City as fast as I can, and I have to pass the secret scroll to the King of Chambord. Otherwise, once the troops of Barcelona invade the northern region and surround Chambord, this kingdom wouldn’t last long. By then, it would be even tougher to give this secret scroll to the King of Chambord,” Piazon thought to himself.
At this moment, several streaks of light flashed by. A few Moon-Class Elites of Barcelona flew over in the sky.
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-The Banished Land, the Hotel Zone in the City of Behemoth-
Pope Entus was standing before the building where Fei was cultivating in seclusion, and he jumped around and cursed in Mandarin.
By now, the pope was already silver-haired with many wrinkles on his face so deep it was as if carving knives left those marks.
It seemed like time passed ten times if not 100 times faster on Pope Entus compared to other people. Only about a month has passed, and Pope Entus turned from a handsome young fox-man to a senior who was on the verge of death. The only thing that distinguished Entus from a senior was that his eyes were still clear, and he was high-spirited when he cursed.
Behind Entus, Valkyrie Elena and others also seemed anxious.
Torres just returned and brought back the news regarding the Northern Region of Azeroth and the Zenit Empire.
All Chambordians here knew about Barcelona’s invasion. Without a question, Chambord was in a dire situation as well. However, the king was still in the midst of his cultivation, and no one knew when he was going to come out.
Right now, many important things were happening, and everyone was waiting on Fei to make the decisions. Although Head Minister Bast and Military Commander Brook could operate Chambord with all the officials, the king was still needed when big events took place.
“31 days have already passed. This is the longest that His Majesty has cultivated in seclusion.”
“The situation is dire. Should we go in and wake up His Majesty?”
“Yeah, if everything is delayed, it will be too late!”
People like Pierce and Drogba discussed amongst themselves anxiously, and they wanted to go in and wake up the king.
“No, let’s keep on waiting.” Valkyrie Elena’s attitude was clear; no one could disturb Fei’s cultivation.
