Under the gloomy sky.
Emperor Burki of the dark prison had arrived in a new country.
This was a small half-orc country, and the strongest being suppressed was only a legend. However, their Masters had also gone to the front line to participate in the war, even guarding the Watchtower, and had just died in his hands.
"What a pitiful creature!" He smiled.
Huala!
He waved his hand, and strange birds gathered in the sky above the town to form a Black Wave.
"Kill! Don't leave a single one!"
His cold face was calm.
the mortals of an era are nothing more than fleeting clouds. When they come to this world, they laugh and die of old age, like weeds growing everywhere. Thirty years of life is meaningless. They can be killed casually, but they will reproduce again.
Whoosh-
On the broken ground, corpses piled up like mountains.
Emperor Burki of the dark prison strode forward and looked at the wailing of the people.
