They want to cut off the fleet of the filmmakers from it—

The commander was simply crazy.

But that was unparalleled courage.

Two sharp knives were directly inserted into the array of the Shadowman Fleet.

Everyone who watched this scene was filled with unrestrained emotions in their hearts. The bone-bone ice wind in the north was hard to soothe their boiling blood.

At the edge of the forest, the commanders stopped and looked at each other. It was this moment. It was their best time to launch an attack. No need to wait anymore, they could no longer waste every minute and every second they fought for them.

The messenger raised his horn.

Every scratch on the trombone of the horns covered with vicissitudes came from unknown battles. They had fought against changing enemies on the battlefield in the northern border, and their allies today, perhaps tomorrow's enemies.

But how can the struggle for power and profit and disputes with one's own people be comparable to the common emotions in everyone's hearts at this moment? That is the battle that truly belongs to them. After this battle, everyone will no longer be unknown.

The long sound of the horn penetrates into the sky.

Everyone in the live broadcast room held their breath—

They silently looked at the lines of words that appeared in the barrage, telling them an ancient story of the past, as if the past of the disaster had been brought before time.

Aitalia is no longer the peaceful and quiet world of the past. This star door that opened to mankind is now conveying a true message to everyone.

Disaster will quietly sweep everything, and all the beauty they know in this world will be turned into ashes in the sea of ​​fire. Can they watch all this happen?

Su Changfeng asked the wandering horse to give everyone a choice.

But the result of the choice has actually been born.

When people look at the two bright golden lines in the clouds, stabbing the shadowmen's fleet, listen to the melodious long horn sounds, echoing over the battlefield.

The shining banner, with the belief and kindness in the hearts of the people, has long linked the fate of the two worlds.

Above the Qihai Traveler's name—

Fang Zhu looked at the surging waves on the ground and felt inexplicably excited for a moment. The selfishness of the candidates might have disappeared at this moment.

Human beings may have various shortcomings, but they can eventually unite, and everything from the past is not impossible to reproduce. He raised his head, the ice wind and cold rain passed through the side of the ship, blowing his hair, and the dark clouds in front of him were getting closer and closer.

On his left and right wings was the fleet of the Jeffrett Red Team. They used to be enemies, but at this moment they chose to fight side by side.

"Ed."

"Be careful, they might be firing at us."

Baggins put his hand on his shoulder.

Fang Zhu looked at the thorns extending across the dark hull that were coming from his own field of vision, and the shadow man's floating ship was almost clearly visible.

A shadow had floated over their heads. Fang Zhu subconsciously looked up and found that a Jeffrett Red-clothed sailboat had surpassed them.

He first met the Shadowman's fleet.
Chapter completed!