Dark King
Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world. Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established... The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart. The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors? "I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian
Accusing Mellon Consortium
Editor: GSD
More than 20 barbarians fell after a few minutes. Most of the barbarians and their mounts were killed by Dudian. The rest of them were blocked by Reid and others. It was a great victory!
Everyone looked at the middle of the canyon in fear and awe. The teenager wasn't only a master inventor but a genius warrior.
Dudian took the spare arrows from the other three archers at the end of the battle. All three of the agreed without asking for any explanation from Dudian.
"Take a rest but before doing that pick of the weapons of the barbarians. We may need to use them." Dudian said and returned to the side of two barbarian captives.
Reid took a bag of water and came forward: "Master, do you want some?"
Dudian glanced back at him: "It's best for you and others not get close to me if you want for me to live for long. Don't give me food too."