The lines of intelligence kept refreshing, and upon entering the core area, the daily information undoubtedly underwent significant changes once again. More than half of the ten pieces of intelligence were about noble conflicts, with the remaining being other relevant information.
Even Thor, with just a glance, felt his scalp tingle.
"Thirty days!"
As thoughts flowed, consciousness gradually entered into slumber.
The night slowly passed.
The morning sunlight sprinkled down, announcing the arrival of a new day.
The entire camp quickly became lively.
Thor also walked out of the tent arranged by the Liepuer Clan.
At this moment, on the other side, Count Engle also walked out.
"Father!"
Thor spoke with a smile.
Count Engle nodded with a smile.
The two then joined together and headed toward the center.
"Father, what should we do next?"
As they walked, Thor began to ask his father.
