"Su Ming, Vickers! Welcome back."
"Lord Ferion, Lord Jone, I didn't expect it would be you coming to support us this time. But your speed is a bit slow; we've been waiting so long the food's getting cold."
Su Ming joked in response.
"Haha, that's because we took some time to bring you something."
Ferion said to Su Ming.
"For me?"
Su Ming asked in surprise.
"Yes, we brought Ilyas for you."
Jone said with a chuckle.
Su Ming froze upon hearing Jone's words, and said with a wry smile.
"Thank you so much!"
Is this a death sentence? Last time, he had to operate for a short while, and it took him six months to barely recover.
"No need to thank us, let me tell you, this is an order from the Legion Commander. She thinks this battle might be extremely brutal, so she's made preparations for the worst in advance."
Jone whispered to Su Ming.
"The Legion Commander is here too?"
Su Ming asked in surprise.
"That's right, she's here to personally command this battle."
