Chapter 115 Black Feet Army: Walter Barnhart and the Ceremony of the Wallachians_1

Ivita and the Old Witch both descended from the second floor.

By this time, they could no longer see the soldiers who were skulking around the second floor and the staircases, attempting to steal.

As they reached the first floor, they found nobody in the corridors, with only some bodies laying down on the ground, and antique vases knocked down from tables.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch furrowed her eyebrows. Where had everyone gone?

Ivita remained expressionless. The cracks on the eggshell seen in the sea of flames in his left eye's retina were getting numerous. The falling shards of shell tumbled into the orange sea of flames, dissolving into water.

Something was about to emerge.

He and the Old Witch crossed the corridor to arrive at the hall, choosing not to enter.

At this moment, the hall was packed with confronting soldiers.

So, everyone was squeezed into the hall.

Over five thousand soldiers were jammed in the hall and its adjacent corridor, appearing very crowded.