"Damn! Didn't the Medusa clan mysteriously disappear? When did so many Medusa show up in the kingdom?" Liu Zhenhan patted a villager's back: "Descent, descent!"
Hearing the familiar voice of the boss, the militia turned their heads to look, immediately stopped their attacks, and all the heads gathered.
Vieri lay under a reddish-brown soil stone, his face as pale as gold paper. He was hanging by a thread, the bronze warrior's chest armour on his front had been cut open, revealing a gaping wound, the lobes of his lungs protruding from the cut. On his abdomen, three dark holes had been made, his whole body covered in blood, looking as though he had just been born or had been drowning in a river of blood for hours before being pulled out, and the Witch Doctor Nochadamas was helping him bandage his wounds. His blood, however, did not stop flowing, the life of the bearman was slowly ebbing away, his eyes already starting to lose focus.
