The First Great War of Magic
Chapter 330

A Leopard Without a Home

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Frederica said helplessly, "Our Orc Tribal Alliance has fallen apart."

"Even the Orc Assassin Alliance has fallen apart!"

"The seven leaders each took a group of people and left. I didn't follow anyone, so I could only return to Strasbourg. You know I went to university here. Other than the southern continent, this is the place I know best."

Charlot was stunned and nearly blurted out, "Wouldn't that make you a leopard without a home?"

Fortunately, both his intelligence and emotional awareness were functioning today, so he said, "Why not return to the West Wind Knight Regiment?"

Without the slightest hesitation or coyness, Frederica said, "All right!"

But after agreeing, Frederica instead became hesitant. Charlot asked curiously, "What other problem do you have?"

Frederica turned her coffee cup and said, "Can I bring a group of people with me?"

Charlot replied, "No problem!"

Frederica lowered her voice even further. "There are rather a lot of them!"

Charlot asked curiously, "About how many?"

Frederica did not dare raise her head. "All the leopard folk!"

"Less than five..."

Charlot smiled brightly. "Fifty, five hundred, or five thousand?"

Frederica said, "A little more than that. Less than five hundred thousand."

Charlot was instantly stunned and asked, "Did you just say all the leopard folk?"

At first, he had assumed it was a small leopard folk tribe of a few hundred at most. But now he understood. It was not one small tribe, but all the leopard folk tribes! Of course there would be more than five hundred thousand of them.

Frederica did not even dare lift her head as she muttered, "I don't want to take on such a huge hot potato either!"

"But all the leopard folk elders died in battle, and all the stronger warriors were taken away by Domitian. Now

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