Zizan eyes widened. How could the North Army appear at the border of the South? It's a delusion!
He snorted coldly, "This can't be true. They are not real. How could the North Army appear here? They are definitely not real!"
Zizan's words brought Kingsley to his senses.
The latter appeared dazed and said, "I'll say, even the South's military guards don't pay much attention to this remote area, so how could the North Army possibly appear here?"
Upon hearing these words, the two thousand soldiers shook off their fear, and their fighting spirit soared.
The Volkian army lifted their swords and shouted in anger, "Damn them! How dare they pretend to be the North Army to frighten us? Kill them all!"
"Yeah, kill them all!" "Kill! Kill! Kill!" Kingsley sneered at Nathan, "You bastard. You even found someone to pretend to be the Eighteen Riders of the North. You really gave me a fright."
"Volkians, listen to my orders. Kill!"
The Volkian army rushed ferociously toward Nathan and his entourage.
Nathan raised his fist and punched, killing a Volkian.
At the same time, he ordered, "Colin, get my wife and Professor Hampton into the car. Don't let them get out until we are clear of danger."
Colin quickly opened the door, then he ushered the women into the car and shut the door.
The Elite Eight, Thunderstorm and Waves surrounded the car to form a protective barrier. They put up a fierce fight when the Volk the Mighty attacked them.
Right at that moment, Colin, who was standing next to Nathan, raised his right hand high in the air and formed a tight fist.
This was a signal to the Eighteen Riders of the North, who were waiting from afar to begin the attack.
Jack Hughes, the head of the riders, who was riding on Marquis, drew out his sword and pointed at the Volkian army. "Kill them!" he commanded.
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