Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1178- Shocking appearance: Luther People
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
“Hey, brother.” A Venetian soldier, who was stuck indoors due to the raging storm, suddenly stood up and pressed his ear against the wall to listen closely. “I think I hear something outside.”
“Could our neighbors be going at it?” another slightly intoxicated soldier put down an alcohol bottle as he asked.
The Khitan Caesar.
The Priest King from the Eastern Lands.
The Scourge of God.
He was about to arrive at Water City Venice with his twin-headed eagle flag. Despite thinking that they could guard the city, the soldiers still couldn’t help but be intimidated.
They had heard from all kinds of channels news about the tragic plights that had befallen the Balkans and Anatolia. The more they heard, the more despair they felt…
Even if we succeed in holding Venice, how many of us will die in the battle?
Not knowing whether they would live to see the next daybreak, some of them took out their life savings in search of pleasure. Since a few days ago, it had become common to hear thumping sounds.
“No, that doesn’t sound like it,” the soldier with his ear pressed against the wall replied grimly after some thought, “It sounds like horse hooves?”
“You must be kidding!” The drinking soldier nearly died laughing. “We’re in Water City Venice! Who in the right mind would ride a horse here? And do you see the huge storm outside? Anyone galloping out there will just fall to their deaths…”
“…”
The voice slowly softened as the clobbering of horse hooves grew clearer despite the rain not letting up in the least. Eventually, they could clearly hear it outside the door.
“…” Everyone paled in fright.
“Those bastards!” the team leader cursed under his breath.
All the soldiers in the room picked up their schiavonescas and crossbows. A number of them drew crosses in front of them.
(Schiavonescas are a type of sword.)
Bam!
The door was kicked open.
A sharp gale accompanied by heavy rain blew into the soldiers’ faces, chilling them down to their bones. However, what made their teeth clatter more were the silhouettes in the darkness.
Someone is
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