Killing seven hundred people a day seems to be as good as the orcs caused yesterday.

The losses of the human race themselves...

More than twenty knights, less than one hundred crusaders, and more than three hundred snookers died...

There are still a lot of arrows and gun bars?

Is such a loss called loss in front of killing seven hundred powerful ogres?

Not to mention, during this period, countless human soldiers have all received level improvements.

Lei Chuan even felt that after the battle, the human race became stronger!

Watching this as a miraculous result for the orcs was almost a miraculous battle.

There was only endless depression in Lei Chuan's heart.

"Human race...the devil... why didn't the human race be exiled to hell by the elves and fight against the abyss demons like the devils?"

It murmured silently.
Chapter completed!