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The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
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Chapter 51
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Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 235: Wait Till the Archmage Makes a Move… (Teaser)
The usually imposing Iron Gate Pass was in shambles.
Its towering city walls had become cracked and damaged. Its city walls were in flames. Magic artifacts were smoking from overuse. Combat puppets lay still on the ground, creating openings in the defense line.
Blood stains covered every bit of land in the surroundings. The trickling stream of muddied water gave off such an awful stench that it made one barf.
There were huge mounds of mud scattered around the battlefield, with white bones popping out here and there. Occasionally, fire sparks and black smoke emerged from these piles.
Terracotta soldiers would be clashing with Tibetan soldiers, only for stones and rolling logs to suddenly be dropped on them. It felt like the Iron Gate Pass was slowly turning into a bloodied marsh.
Arrows and rock fragments were littered everywhere.
“This must be hell,” one of the mages controlling the stone combat puppets murmured.
In truth, the Iron Gate Pass had already been breached.
No matter how strong the Archmage of Holysnow and how sturdy the Ir
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