C829 He Could Not Bear to Part with His Wife and Hooligan

The crescent moon was like a hook, and the mist was dense.

Beneath the city, a row of Snow Moon Player s brandished their long sword s, chopping at the base of the city walls without stop like a farmer.

Blood dripped from the arrow stumps onto the walls. The corpses of the players were piled up on the walls instead of being refreshed.

Although we only sent less than three million people