302 Less Than Eight Minutes

The rising sun had already risen, but the sky was already as red as blood. Dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The weather in a radius of dozens of kilometers was surrounded by a dangerous and terrifying aura.

This meant that the concentration of elements here had already been greatly imbalanced.

The Elven Expeditionary Force's headquarters had already moved 30 kilometers away from the Red Maple City. Even from here, he could still hear the rumbling and muffled sound of the front line. The wind of war blew far away. Until here, there was a pungent smell. There were messengers shouting loudly everywhere and busy officers everywhere.

The expeditionary army's lord, the intelligent and heroic Lord of Twilight, Sylvan Keller. He stared at the combat sand table for a long time. His advisors were scattered around. Some were communicating in low voices, and others were also focused and thinking.