The mercury patterns reflecting sunlight on the golem’s body quietly dimmed at this moment, then cracked, with chunks of stone collapsing from its immense frame, finally transforming into a pile of rubble.
Karon and Fog Dragon Deniro emerged from the armory with satisfaction, stepping into the interior of the ’Burning Hooves’ military camp.
Compared to the vast camp, the warriors inside were pitifully few; currently, the officially registered active warriors of ’Burning Hooves’ do not exceed five hundred.
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