"All dead, all dead…"
"My people."
At this moment, the estimated death toll had reached over ten thousand.
This was the largest-scale casualty on this prairie in nearly a century.
Listening to the gritting sounds of these people, Izewende remained indifferent, merely squinting at the view ahead.
His eyesight was astonishing, able to see the massive shadow advancing from the sky's horizon.
"Seems like you noticed something was wrong, huh?"
"But unfortunately, there's no reward for guessing right."
A neurotic smile suddenly appeared on Izewende's face, his eyes flashing with a hint of bloodlust.
He raised his palm.
"Izewende, what are you going to do!" Someone suddenly noticed Izewende's movement, a bad premonition flashed in their heart, and they shouted sharply.
"Everyone's role is finished."
Izewende smiled softly, and lowered his hand.
In an instant, hundreds of poisoned arrows were shot.
