"Get rid of that fucking smoke! I fucking swear, if this fucking broken ass piece of junk actually killed our people, I will personally slaughter that fucking smuggler's entire fucking family!"
Infuriated Mirabelle cursed while other elves obediently followed her commands.
Within the next few seconds, the smoke was gone and the dust settled...
...reveling the completely unharmed people...
"Haa... so be it. A promise is a promise."
Cranberry breathed out in annoyance and glanced at her steaming baseball bat - broken awkwardly in half - while standing next to the remains of the destroyed artillery cannon.
Her body was still glowing with multiple skills.
Zombie was right behind her, it looked like the red-haired girl had stepped in front of him when the cannon fired at them shielded the undead by countered the shell.
