"Bastards, what do you want to do? are you tired of living?"
Several spellcasters stepped on the wind and were the first to rush to the city gate, just in time for a Cannonball to hit them.
With a deafening sound, a building that had been blown beyond recognition collapsed on the street.
When the spell caster saw this, he immediately rebuked loudly, his face filled with unconcealed anger.
These lowly desperators actually did such a thing, they simply didn't know what was good for them!
It seemed that he had killed too few of them. He should kill all of these stinky rats to ensure that such a thing would not happen.
The dwarves who were firing the cannons sneered and turned the muzzles to aim at the spell casters.
"Idiot, you'd better have a taste of my Cannonball first before you start spouting nonsense!"
