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"General Nigel, the border is calling for reinforcements, should our Central Army continue to dispatch?"

They hastily asked this of Nigel, who had now reached the rank of General.

"Let The Senate decide, I think there's really not much point in continuing to send reinforcements to the southwest."

Nigel shook his head tiredly, seemingly unsure of what to do.

Amid the constant turmoil, although Nigel was not a general who readily fought on the front lines, if they were to be attacked right down to Floral City, he would become the last line of defense, commanding the protection of the city.

His duty was equally important.

Besides, even if he went, it was unlikely he could turn the tide of the battle.

At that moment, he couldn't help thinking of his late teacher; if he had had the tremendous power of Perlman, perhaps he could have played a crucial role on the front lines.