On the deer hunting terrace.
Smoke and dust billowed.
Roger drove "Will-O-Wisp" and weaved back and forth among the cultists.
In order to provoke as many evil cultists as possible ...
There were a few times when he had brushed past them and almost bumped into them.
This was a little risky.
But it was quite effective.
In just half an hour.
The number of cultists gathered behind Roger had exceeded 1000!
"It's almost time."
Roger kept his distance.
He began to lead the group of cultists, who looked like human-beast hybrids, in the direction of the "deep frost cave.
In the rearview mirror.
These irascible cultists chased after the Will-O-Wisp like The Walking Dead.
There was no trace of rationality in their eyes.
On the data bar.
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