The setting sun, hanging low over the western hills.
The round moon, gradually rising.
On the vast expanse of the icy plain, nearly a thousand elite warriors of the royal lineage hurriedly marched.
Dozens of armored vehicles sped across the snow, with scouts constantly surveying the surroundings.
The moonlight illuminated the snow, making the night exceptionally bright.
"Your Highness, isn't this a bit hasty?" The younger royal sister leaned against Grace River, unable to conceal the worry on her face.
A thousand-mile raid, inevitably with only a small detachment.
And this time, Grace River came in person.
"The situation is critical. Eliezer Pine overtook Demarco Mount, something I never expected. I have always competed with Isabella Warm, but after competing for hundreds of years, the person I have been meticulously trying to overthrow turned out to be one of the few loyal ministers beside the Holy Lord."
