First of all, no matter what was behind that stellar gate, Milo was extremely intrigued by the Prosperous Northwest spell. After all, the words “Prosperous Northwest” themselves already carried extraordinary significance!
The roar from earlier had alarmed the entire relay station. Barrack, who was drunk, was suddenly jolted awake. “What was that sound just now?”
The guards were also puzzled. “I think it came from Lord Melgor’s room. But we could only determine the direction of the sound, not which room it came from.”
“Hurry up and go see what’s going on!” Barrack urged, “Bring your swords and be careful!”
More than a dozen guards quietly placed their hands on the hilts of their broadswords and quietly went deeper inside the relay station.
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