C745 Fifty Spirit Stones for a Frost Nucleus

On the tenth day of dawn in the arcane realm, everyone in the camp was woken up by the hustle and bustle.

"Bastard! Hand over the Frost Core!"

An angry and exhausted voice tore through the darkness before dawn and slammed onto the simple and crude counter.

Many people opened their sleepy eyes and looked at the bold guy.

To disturb one's sleep was no different from murder