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    The wounded Shirley limped up, clutching her right shoulder, accompanied by several Silver Dragon warriors.

    “Prince-sama …… Hara, so you can fight so well…” said Sherry in surprise.

    Nonsense, three years ago I may have beaten your little silver dragon’s family, do I have to tell you that too.

    Leon took off his helmet, his dark hair and face under the steel armored surface already mostly covered in blood that had seeped through the cracks in the armor.

    Normally, this look is a bit scary.

    But this is a battlefield. Broken arms and legs are common. What’s wrong with a little blood?

    It’s all small stuff.

    Leon clipped his helmet to his belt and looked around the battlefield.

    Constantine had already fallen, and this time it was the turn of the soldiers of the Red Inferno Dragon Clan to be leaderless and scurrying.

    However, the Silver Dragon Clan’s casualties on their side were not small, not to mention that there was still the dying Anna not far away that needed to be saved, if they pursued the enemy’s remaining forces now, it would probably be more than worth the loss.

    After a moment’s reflection, Leon said, ”The battle here is basically over, poor man, catch up with the consolidation. Dispose of Constantine’s corpse and cut off his dragon’s head and hang it on the border of the Silver Dragon territory. Then send the remaining elite soldiers to rush to the back of the mountain to defend it, so as to avoid a sneak attack by the remnants of the enemy. Finally–“

    He looked to Anna, who had just been beaten to the point of serious injury by Constantine, “If you don’t send a medic, your head maid will be on her way with Constantine.”

    Sherry woke up as if in a dream and hurriedly dragged her badly injured body towards Anna, “Maid, head maid! Head Maid you hold on a little longer! The medical squad will be here soon!”

    Anna: Tired, destroy, it’s good to be alive, and it’s okay to be Karma.

    The Silver Dragons came alive, beheading those who should be beheaded and saving those who should be saved.

    There were also several soldiers in a circle, folding their respective tails together like a stack, like some sort of celebratory ritual.

    Grinning at the sight, Leon couldn’t help but spit out, “What a gay way to celebrate.”

    He withdrew his gaze and walked towards the Silver Dragon Sanctuary with heavy steps, little by little.

    Damn, you Silver Dragons are so rude, this Prince has wasted a lot of effort to help you shark Constantine, and not a single person came to send me back after the battle?

    If you guys are like that, then the next time someone calls, I’m going to lay down in the spring and just start swinging.

    Leon grumbled inwardly, when suddenly he heard a footstep from up ahead.

    Looking up, it was Milan, and she was followed by several dragon guards carrying stretchers.

    The yoga teacher and the guards were seen running up to Leon and then placing the stretcher on the ground.

    Leon froze and glanced at the stretcher, “This …… shouldn’t be for me, should it?”

    “Yes, Lord Prince, please lie down.” Milan said seriously.

    “…… I don’t think I’m quite ready to lie down on a stretcher.”

    In all his years of fighting in the South, Leon had only been laid up on a stretcher once – and it wasn’t from a war wound.

    It was when he had just joined the Dragonslayers and had the ultimate devil’s package of eggplant with carrots for dinner one day.

    That night, the future strongest dragonslayer was taken to the hospital on a stretcher.

    Before the master is ready to die, the eggplant and radish tears, the master also made fun of Leon for two weeks at the beginning of this.

    Well, that’s fine. Good man.

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