"Reinforcements?" The Ragweed King turned his head, looking somewhat dull-witted at the sentinel beside him.
"We... where do we have reinforcements from..." The sentinel scratched his head, smiling bitterly: "With enemies on all sides, even if there were reinforcements, could anyone make it through such severe cold at the Northern Border?"
"That's true." The Ragweed King picked up the telescope and looked toward the distance of five miles.
The snowflakes were swirling in the sky.
Obviously, their power was immense.
"If there are no reinforcements, what could it be?" He couldn't figure out who was helping them.
"Quick, go report to the Marshal, and make things clear about the situation here!" The Ragweed King gestured, and the sentinel immediately retreated.
At the same time, several senior members of Deep Cold gathered around him.
"Boss, what's the situation?"
Everyone's gaze carried confusion.
