Having his fun interrupted by a catapult shot, the Lord was already seething with pent-up anger.
He clutched the Holy Sword at his waist and rushed back out. Then, as if remembering something, he turned to Zat, who was trailing him. "Zat, go fix our Legion Commander's door. What kind of meeting hall is left exposed to the wind and snow?"
Zat grinned at the crowd watching him. He lifted the large door from the ground and propped it against the frame. After ensuring it could barely block some of the cold wind, he contentedly followed his Lord and left.
CRACK~
BANG!
But they had only taken a few steps when the wooden door, which had long been on its last legs, shattered into pieces.
For some reason, Fujero felt that the two of them picked up their pace, their figures quickly vanishing into the night.
Everyone silently mourned for the Pigmen. If Lord Li could annihilate four hundred Berserk Minotaurs, what chance did a few Pigmen have?
"Fujero, I..."
