Chapter 1569
The airplane door opened, and Xayne stepped out, his dragon-patterned battle robe billowing in the cool breeze. At that moment, a murderous aura surged through the air, permeating the surroundings. His eyes reflected the dim glow of the moon as he descended the steps, each stride exuding a formidable presence. Following closely behind was Draven, emanating an equally intimidating aura.

At the front of the assembled soldiers, a general quickly stepped forward, saluting sharply. "Subordinate Hagrid Loom, Chief Commander of the West Dangria Military Theater, greets the King of the North!"

Xayne cast a cold glance at the middle-aged man before him and nodded slightly. "How many soldiers are stationed in the West Dangria Military Theater?"

"Only ten thousand, sir," Hagrid responded respectfully.

Xayne nodded. "Open all military channels. In one hour, eighty thousand Northern Plains troops will arrive in the West Dangria Military Theater."

"Yes, sir!" Hagrid shouted, then gestured invit
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