Continent of God's Grace, the imperial frontline of the sea defense—bunker.
Silver Wind and Doggie were standing on the dilapidated city tower, surrounded by many earth Mages channeling their Magic Power to repair the city walls.
It seemed that Silver Wind had just experienced a fierce battle—his armor was damaged, and there were bloodstains dotted all over it.
As for Doggie, he was listlessly leaning against Silver Wind, his tongue hanging out, the broken paws stained dark with thick blood.
"Doggie, can you still hold on?" Silver Wind pulled out a flask from his waist, cautiously took a sip. Drinking during a battle was taboo, but Silver Wind had secretly kept some, not daring to indulge.
"Give me, woof woof! Also, woof woof! A sip, woof woof!"
"Hehe." Silver Wind poured a little wine onto his palm and brought it to Doggie's mouth. "Are you sure you still have the energy to move your tongue?"
