Kill Those Who Are Not Fit To Be Called Elves
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The slogan that Anton shouted before he died was tragic and indignant.
The suppressed anger of the elven slaves that had been locked up for over 100 years finally erupted at this moment after seeing Joe's body hang on the fence for days.
The strong slaves banged open the wooden door, and furious slaves surged out.
The shrill alarms rang throughout the sky above the Brewster Family.
"Go back to your cells! You lowly and stupid fellows!" The guards didn't panic. The magic casters were already building ice walls and mud walls.
Under the suppression of absolute power, numbers couldn't actually provide an advantage.
A smooth and thick ice wall created an even sturdier cell, allowing them to mock those struggling slaves behind it at will.
Their bodies and wood left faint marks on the ice walls. The elven slaves roared in anger and helplessness.
They watched the guards humiliate Anton's body beyond the ice wall helplessly.