Boer's words continued.
"You must know, there are three major mineral veins on that territory!"
"If we spread this information, I wonder how many Lord Nobility and even the Church would be green with envy?"
Listening to Boer's words.
A feverish expression appeared on Fan Ke's face.
He looked at Boer with resolve in his eyes, "Master, I understand what you mean!"
The next second.
Fan Ke scratched his head and looked at Tyrone, then at the hundreds of cavalry behind him, shouting, "Brothers of the Storm Mercenary Corps, charge!"
"Take down that wall for me!"
"Let those rabble see what elite means!"
Strange shouts rang out, "Yes, Commander!"
"Haha, I knew the Commander was just temporarily compromising."
"Brothers, the fight is about to begin."
"..."
With Fan Ke's command, hundreds of mercenaries suddenly clamped their horses' bellies and charged towards the wall amidst the sound of neighing.
On the dark wasteland, only Boer remained, mounted on his horse.
