"Filipino...... Phil ...... "Fantasy then remembered that Phil and herself were fixed together by magic, and if she flew out directly in desperation, she would also be dragged over with her."

"Okay, don't cry...... I really feel sorry for you. Phil said slowly, "Although you have very good conditions...... However, you feel sorry for other people all the time...... Caring for other people...... As a result, your heart is often very painful. So, you're the one who needs the most distress and care, right?"

"But...... Dreams...... Still didn't help...... Others...... So......" said Dream, choking up, "it's still very ...... Painful ......"

"Human power is always limited, some things are always uncontrollable, just do your best. Phil said and touched Dream's head, "Don't cry...... The dream of crying is not as cute as the dream of laughing. ”

"Do your best...... Yes, Dream can only do its best now. Phantom nodded, and continued to fly towards the general's tent.

Calm down, will the general really break his agreement with himself?

No, he wouldn't do that. First of all, Dream doesn't feel like a person who will break his agreement, secondly, his identity is there, if he ignores the agreement with himself, he will definitely worry about the anger of the floating continent, and finally, ...... Even if all three of the scenarios I just envisioned are true, they will all do more harm than good.

…… Therefore, the general would not have done that as long as his head was not in the water.

So, it should be the ...... what happened!

Phantom quickly flew in front of the general's tent and rushed in.

Waiting for her there were the doubtful and frightened Hanjiang and the night wind, as well as the general......

of corpses.

Phantom Dream could tell that he no longer had the slightest breath of life - it could be seen from his face, his entire face had turned purple and black, black blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and there were no obvious scars on his body.

However, Nightwind had a letter in his hand, and on the letterhead, Dream could see a mark.

The mark, which the dream could feel, was magical, and the shape and color of the mark seemed to resemble a purple-black flame that matched the color of "her"—and it was still dancing slowly.

It is already clear who the murderer is.

"What the hell is going on......" Dream felt a little weak, and almost collapsed on the ground.

This guy was obviously full of alcohol before, and he said "how about we" to himself...... Now, that's it...... That's it...... Defenseless...... ...... without dignity ...... by a magician who is incredibly powerful It's like crushing a tiny ant...... Slay......

"Uh......h Woo...... Wow...... Yes...... Ah......h

Calm down, calm down, now is not the time to cry......

Since the general is dead, it means that the soldier's attack order was not given by him, and he should ...... it now!

Phantom Dream turned and rushed out of the tent, using amplification magic to make the announcement.

The war must not be allowed to continue to expand...... To stop the soldiers from going on the offensive!

"Everyone! Stop! Your general has been assassinated by Destriel! This is her treacherous plan!

The girl's screams of exhaustion were drowned out by the torrent of war in an instant.