“You finally plan to let me guard the Wasteland?”Hathaway’s arm shook, and she put away the huge spear. She stood on the ground, causing the floor under her feet to tremble slightly. She looked at the white-faced middle-aged man, “Did dragon mother find a target to help me head to God Country?”
“Since she let you guard the wasteland, she naturally found a suitable target.”
“Hehe.”Hathaway lightly smiled and said, “In the heart of our Grandma Dragon Mother, she really puts the ‘big picture’First!”
“If not for that, she wouldn’t have let you live until now.”The white-faced middle-aged man said straightforwardly, “The wasteland isn’t that easy to guard. You saw it the last time you went to investigate. In the depths of red wasteland, terrifying monsters could jump out at any time to attack the stronghold. You have to go out and defend that place. Surviving there is completely dependent on luck. No matter how strong you are or how you plot, it’s meaningless.”
