Chapitre 907: Arrival of Lord Shiro

More and more territories fell for the next few weeks, whether it was due to wars, beast tides, or just their lords dying of heatstroke or hunger or something equally pitiful. 

The fortunate thing was that the temperature was finally seeing a decline, only very very slightly. 

However, to most people, this didn't make a difference.

They were still dying. 

"Milord…" A thin man with pale skin looked at the handsome man, pleading. "Perhaps… it's time to get assistance?" 

The Heat Wave lasted a lot longer than they thought, and many of those who would normally survive had perished already.

Shiro sighed, holding his knuckles together in thought. When his father died during the last war, he did everything he could to pass on the token to him. 

Shiro wasn't about to disappoint him, nor could he fail those who trusted him. Until now, they had fared much better than others in their tier, and this had been a point of pride for a long time.