C687 The Great News

Six hundred and eighty-seventh chapter.

The night wind blew, and the atmosphere was deathly silent.

The sounds of fighting could be heard from afar.

It made the scene seem to have frozen.

Everyone was panting slightly, afraid that they would disturb the deathly still atmosphere.

"Elder brother …"

The Brown Bear Count said with an ugly expression.

The Grand Duke's face was filled with grief