"What?"
On the other side, Ariel Watson's expression also became tense, and she asked, "You mean there are still residents of My Coldflame there? How many people are there?"
"Probably around seventy or eighty people..."
The pale-faced young man looked frightened, swallowing uneasily before continuing.
Through the young man's description, Leo Ray learned the situation.
It turned out that they were the residents of the small town built along the mountainside earlier.
Just like the information they had obtained, when the Coldflame Army retreated hurriedly, the townspeople didn't leave in time and didn't even receive any news.
It wasn't until one night, when the vanguard of the Saint Night Army approached with torches and blades in hand, that the townspeople woke up from their dreams and realized the seriousness of the situation.
