"Does the Chosen God of Tyranny like to torture people? This is too boring." Field was confused. According to common sense, disaster is no different from mental illness. The few disasters in my family were just "influenced" by me, and they became villains once they were free. But apart from this possibility, they had almost no hope of survival.
"Tell me what happened." Xili gritted his teeth and said, "We encountered a fifth-level disaster god. After she cut off my left hand, she yelled that she didn't want the hunt to end so soon and left." Looking at Atna again, his angry and aggrieved eyes confirmed Xili's words.
"Damn it, you shouldn't believe the bullshit dragonborn and come to this damn place to die." Atna's will collapsed and he complained loudly. He angrily kicked a bone under his feet far away and cursed non-stop. His eyes unconsciously looked at Field, and he said secretly: "No, this guy has found a way out time and time again without any damage. He must have a unique method."
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