"Protect the princess!"
The sudden situation plunged The North Sea's guards into chaos.
Town North King, gripping Longsword, stood in front of Baylor Davenport, his face somewhat pale.
The enemy had clearly come prepared, a barrage of gunfire killed half of the camp's guards instantly.
Given their geographical location, Town North King could easily guess that it was Deep Cold's people who launched the surprise attack.
But Baylor Davenport's whereabouts were secretive; how did the enemy find out?
The great army of The North Sea was less than three kilometers away from the camp; was Deep Cold's audacity not a bit too much?
"When will the reinforcements arrive?" Baylor Davenport, after all, was a girl and was visibly frightened by the sudden situation.
She hid behind Town North King, protected by three guards.
But nearby, the sound of fighting was intensifying.
Whoosh!
A dart sounded.
The guard on Baylor Davenport's left fell, a bloody hole in his forehead.
