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The Guards swiftly moved, holding up Round Shields to protect the Earl of the Tulip's tent from behind.
The Shields formed a wall, blocking the Arrows that followed!
"Clang clang clink!"
The crisp sounds sent chills down everyone's spine.
The Earl of the Tulip was no exception, ducking his head behind the Shield.
"The enemy is to the west, we retreat east!"
The Earl of the Tulip ordered in a low voice.
But just as his voice fell, heavy footsteps came from the darkness.
Countless dark figures appeared at the edge of the mist, stopping with their Shields raised around them.
"I don't want to kill you, Earl of the Tulip."
The young voice carried a barely suppressed anger, shouting: "Surrender now and stop resisting, I only want to use you to get my father back!"
"That voice... are you Putson?"
The Earl of the Tulip was extremely shocked!
Because Putson was the third son of the Duke of Flowers, who had always had a good relationship with the Earl of the Tulip!
