On the wasteland, the weeds are withered and yellow, and everything is silent. The flying dragon roared and roared, looking at the ant-like mortals at its feet with disdain, and snake-like flames spurted out...
In the grand and vast fantasy world, orcs, dwarves, humans... Each race competes with each other, constantly charging for the order of victory.
Is it really necessary? Suxmeld looked at the majestic church towering into the clouds in the sky and the hungry people on the ground around it, and a sound that only he could hear rang in his ears.
"Ding dong, the red alert system is loaded."
Just a set of leather red alerts
It's written inexplicably