"Grandpa! Grandpa!"
[Old Root's blood splattered all over the chubby little Tree Root's face.
[Tree Root did not expect that these elders, who usually treated him exceptionally well, would actually attack the two of them at this time.
"Sob, sob, sob... Grandpa... Don't die... sob, sob... Get up..."
[Tree Root sat on the ground in tears, using his chubby little hand to push Old Root, who was already dead.
"Let me do it. This little b*stard should be on his way."
[At that moment, the villager shot the arrow stepped into the formation, and took out a dagger from his waist.
[He walked to the front of the chubby Tree Root, raised his hand, and slashed down, cutting his throat.
[A stream of blood spurted out, and the little fatty's blood slowly flowed within the formation, gradually merging with Old Root's bright red blood.
"Alright, guardian god."
