Wasteland Territory.
Inside Lord's Hall.
Fang Yuan had just teleported back.
And immediately received some bad news.
"So, we suffered successive defeats on the battlefield at Windy Grassland?"
"The enemy's legions have already occupied and destroyed Trade City, Outpost Camp, and the tribal territories?"
Fang Yuan looked calmly at Fiona.
After leaving the territory.
He had mainly been managing things back home.
He had originally thought that, with his brother's help and the legions left behind to guard the territory.
Its safety would be guaranteed.
But he had never expected this!
They had actually suffered such heavy losses this time.
"Yes, Lord."
"It was my negligence."
"Please punish me!"
Fang Yuan waved his hand.
"Now isn't the time to punish you."
"Once we drive back the enemy, we'll have plenty of time."
"I want to know how strong the enemy on the grassland is."
Ever since the rise of Ganton.
To be honest, this was the first time someone had reached Windy Grassland.
It was practically the same as stabbing a knife into his heartland.
He was also rather curious about the enemy's strength this time.
Although he had learned a little about it while he was on the Sinking Continent.
They were simply too far apart, after all.
So he had to return to learn the specifics.
"Dark Gold!"
"The weakest are all Dark Gold Grade legions."
"Besides that."
"There are also some dragons whose strength is not much weaker than that of angels."
"Almost all the legions we sent there suffered their casualties at the hands of those dragons."
"As for the Blue Star Civilization Resistance Organization."
"They even tried to send fifty thousand Dark Gold legions into a decisive battle."
"But!"
"They were all slaughtered by those dragons."
"This greatly weakened the Blue Star Civilization Resistance Organization."