Mike's heart sank a little when he heard the footsteps.
He could already picture Richards Gerald covered in blood.
He did not think much of it, but it would probably cause a lot of psychological trauma if these Centaurs, who had not participated in the revenge, saw it.
This was what Mike did not want to see.
With a reluctant mood, Mike turned to look at the village entrance.
The next moment, he was stunned.
There was no blood, no killing intent, and no strange atmosphere.
The only strange thing was that they carried a statue back.
Although the statue looked a bit rough, it looked very similar to Mike.
"What the f*ck?" Mike was completely speechless.
This statue looked too familiar!
"Lord F*ck, you came at the right time! We went out early in the morning and spent a lot of effort to look for a bigger stone!"
Richards Gerald said with some pride.
