Fourth natural disaster+Group portrait+Farming+Management+Undead
A skeleton + a ball of soul fire + a soul from Blue Star = nuclear-powered donkey
Travel to a western fantasy world where there are thousands of races and the whole world is an enemy of the human race.
Mod was reduced to a necromancer in the sewers, and there were only a few hundred people left in the human race.
What? Do you want me, a necromancer, to restore the glory of the human race?
Then I had no choice but to summon fellow Blue Star fellows and let the footprints of the undead spread across the entire continent.
Your stone tribe is good at mining, right? Go and build a castle for the tribe.
Is the elf girl rebellious and disobedient? Wear this maid outfit and serve tea to humans.
A high-tech mechanical race? I happen to be short of a sweeping robot at home.
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Players from Blue Star are doing evil in Puglia.
The once aloof race has been reduced to a commodity in the triangular trade.
The most powerful warrior has become the material for piecing together the Stitch Monster.
Seeing the clan leaders of all races fall at the feet of the human race,
I begged the undead to take away their magical powers.
Maude was lost in thought.
It's bad, the players are exterminating the clan too quickly, and the zoo can't be filled.
Reader comments
The subject matter is relatively new. After reading more than ten chapters, there is nothing poisonous about it.
The subject matter is relatively new. After reading more than ten chapters, there is nothing poisonous about it.