The Undead Tribe, having played a mutually assured destruction game with the Dwarves, did not feel saddened.
Amidst the wide-eyed, speechless gazes of the spectators on the King's Ship, they laughed loudly as they ran from the cabin to the deck and swiftly lept off.
Hill estimated that the experience of these Dwarf self-destructs was enough for them to die two more times, so all these Knight Swordsmen felt they had made a profit.
They weren't afraid of a bit of pain from death, unless it was for nothing.
The self-destruction of the Shield Warriors had shattered the passage to dust.
On the thick mountain, the Divine Array had lost its effect.
The Mages of the Undead Tribe were already tearing down the walls.
Hill sighed, in the eyes of the Evil God, his subjects were indeed property to be slaughtered at any time in the sheepfold, although not without value, they would be sacrificed for more important interests at any time.
