Chapter 670

Chapter 670

A smile appeared on Flynn’s face too.

He waved a hand, and the troops standing behind him immediately.

directed their cannons elsewhere.

Nash and Jasper walked out together.

Both drew in sharp intakes of breath when they saw the battle array.

The oppressiveness that the North Army was bearing upon them. caused both men, who were well-known figures in the world of

assassins, to tremble with fear.

However, Nash soon regained his wits.

He had dealt with mercenaries on previous missions.

Additionally, he also had experience handling tanks and bazool

“Greetings, Young Marshal..”

Meyer approached them and saluted in greeting.

Flynn also hurried over, puffing his chest out as he gave them at

proper salute.

Young marshal?

The corners of Nash’s lips curved upward as he said, “I’ve been treating you generals as my brothers, but you view me to be lesser

than you are?”

Meyer and Flynn exchanged glances.

Both of them had shocked looks in their eyes.

Did the young marshal not know he was the Warden’s son?

Meyer was about to offer an explanation when Flynn piped up before. he did, “It’s our way of showing how highly we generals value you.

After all, being brothers is nothing compared to being father and son.

Don’t you agree, Meyer?”

“Huh? Yes, yes, he’s right!”

Meyer laughed loudly.

Nash smiled slightly and clasped his hands together as he said,

Thank you both for coming all this way to save me!”

When Meyer noticed the two gashes along the shoulder seams of

Nash’s shirt, the look on his face turned grim. “Did they use corporal

punishment on you?”

Then, he bellowed, “The audacity… Ready your cannons!”

Nash hurriedly said, “No, no, I did this to myself by accident!”

No matter what, members of the National Martial Bureau were

involved in this.

The fact the North Army dared attack the National Martial Bureau was already enough to incite fear in him. Besides, he was also

worried that Philix would get in trouble.

Since he had made it out, there was no point in fighting the National Martial Bureau anymore.

Flynn smiled as he said, “Allow me to make the introductions. This is

Xylom Méyear Colonel Orwell’s eighth trump card. My name is Flynn Pornfreyyandd barn the sixteenth trump card!”

Xylon Meyerrwithatia magnificent-sounding name.

However, he doobked scruffy around the edges, and he also had a

terrible temper

Yet, that highlighted to way he approached battles.

One could imaginequsst bow.commandeering his presence on the

battlefield wes

Meanwhile, Flynn looked notice and demure.

He was probably more of

steascgist who did better at commanding

troops off the battlefield.

The two were a perfect mix of bass and brains, which was bound to

produce unexpected results on taateld.

Nash committed their names to ventory before he clasped

together once more and said. “Thandyyo booth!”

Wanting 10 immediately head home and chlection Hera and the others, Nash added, “There are sorne other rnaatters I have to take

care of! If you don’t find it beneath you, I’d likeatonvite you to my

come for a warm cup of tea!”

No.0, we’d love to!”

vlyt v wanted to spend more time with the Werdon’s soon..

Anema tolong day spent slaving away, it would not be yooomach to

spend one evening relaxing, would it?

We’ll pass. There’s still plenty awaiting our attention back in the

Northern Territory!”

lynn gave Meyer a long, pointed dot

le seemed to be saying, ‘He was only winng you to tea to be polite.

Are you really thinking of intruding upon hiss graciousness even

urther?

Oh, yes, yes. We have plenty to attend to. Neg: tirine!”

tever understood what Flynn was trying todee him, and he flushed

com embarrassment. Thankfully, it was not porcciarly noticeable

ecause night had fallen.

Ash left with Jasper after they had finished exccanquia puessantries.

cev moved swiftly and practically disappeared intoahe aarteess

panin seconds.

dalf an hour later, the two made it out of Mount Tame.

heshateneorately took his phone out and dialed Here’s number..

pon cospon connected.

Hash

ed on his mamets name tearfully

ning Hera’s voice, blastce, Nash heaved an inward sigh of relier. his eyebrows repnows remained knnted together as he asked, “Is Thurt?”

bed. “Melody is grovelcioravely injured. She can’t hang on much

longer…”