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I have never been surprised by the ignorance of the predecessors. May the ale dye their souls red and let them sleep in the long history. It seems that before Katina, the legs that practiced the truth would only drag on the ground like corpses. The stupid creations of the gods will no longer hesitate on the eve of enlightenment. Even the rat men will make progress, letting the rising steam drive the gears of destiny and lift the sky in the midst of change. The troll poets abandoned in the wild land will commit their criticism to the light of the decaying tomb. PS: Completed the previous fantasy work "The Adventure Diary of the Paladin and the Mad Lich"

"I've shown my cards, I'm actually the ultimate demon!" His parents died in a bizarre car accident. Fang Yuan had his hands amputated in a busy city and suffered a lot of injustice. A year later, he returned to the city, wantonly arrogant and evil. All his enemies back then were frightened and surrendered!

The slightly drunk Mered: "Hey, Colt, do you ask for a mop first when you go to the pub?" The hopeless Colt: "(?_?) This joke is the eternal pain of the Lich!" This is an adventure that will never end, a long poem of desolation, an elegy to the starry sky on the Gobi gravel, a deeper darkness hidden in the deep silver veins, and a beautiful mural painted on the yellow-white dome of the solemn temple. In this silent world, you can hold up the sword in your heart, you can hold up the holy spear in your mind, face the endless swamps, face the gushing bloody mines, and launch a fearless charge! Book club group: 478772185 Password: Long live Hydra gkd come in and chat with me