"How long can the siege camp outside Basa Mountain last?"

Smoky, Thomas Inquisitor had a cold face, as solemn as the mountains of the Pyrenees.

Hearing this, King Fernando raised his brows slightly and his expression moved slightly. At this moment, there are many thoughts in his heart, constantly changing like smoke. But in the end, when the smog faced the mountains, thousands of ingenious changes were collected, and only two low-pitched responses were condensed, like cold and eye-catching falling snow.

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