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The dim royal camp dungeon, the torches were still burning slowly, and pitch pine oil occasionally dripped, sparking some embers.
After listening to Levende's story, Tilan sat quietly in a chair, eyes closed, recalling the outlines and obscure information behind this story.
It seems that in the thousand years of isolation, the people on this planet have not been completely unproductive or without attempts. At least from Molila's words, she should know part of the truth about this planet, and the sage who told and imparted knowledge to her, where did he come from, and the miracle he claimed to have witnessed, is it a metaphor or something real.
"I'm curious, why could the Wolf Blood Species unite with the Autonomous Units to attack at that time, wouldn't they be attacked?" Tilan opened her eyes and asked.
"They would be attacked, but the probability of being attacked was much lower than us." Levende's expression regained some life and hope, no longer as dead as before.
