"I'm coming! I'm coming!"
The Three-legged Raven of Death volunteered eagerly, its face full of anticipation, which awakened the Heretic Stigma Sorcerer from the trembling shadow of doom and terror cast by the altar. The sorcerer raised his head, his eyes beneath the wide Wizard Robe glowing like candles, staring into the horizon where the Three-legged Raven of Death stood.
The Three-legged Raven of Death was full of pride.
"I feel my strength growing stronger, remember the time when I couldn't hold my own against the Trick Crystal Terminator? Now..."
Saying this, the Three-legged Raven of Death, just about to soar into the sky, noticed the astonishment and shock in the Heretic Stigma Sorcerer's eyes and paused.
"You don't mind, do you?"
At this moment, Green's arrangement was like the early civilization war experiences of Netherfire World.
Only the roles have reversed now.
