They held up various things in their hands that could be called weapons, their eyes revealing inexplicable fanaticism.
"Ahhhh, what are you doing! You damned peasants, get away!"
A somewhat obese nobleman, dressed in luxurious clothing, screamed in terror.
The controlled soldiers around him pressed him down firmly and dragged him over.
This was a square.
The controlled soldiers and city residents gathered here, raising their torches high.
Behind them was a sea of fire.
At one statue in the square, a blood race Tailor stood there.
The controlled soldiers weighed down this nobleman from the harbor city.
"What do you want to do? Let me go, the Kingdom will not spare you."
He was sweating profusely, his face still revealing fear, but even at this time, he was still threatening.
The blood race Tailor looked down at him.
"Inferior creature."
Seeing the tailor's demeanor, the nobleman seemed finally frightened.
