"kill!"


    A centaur with a height of 10 meters, like a **** of war, carried five squadrons of giant axes and launched a charge on the vast yellow sand.


    Their enemy is the field stronghold composed of thousands of rare troops - desert poachers in front.


    Under the domineering charge, the stronghold ahead seemed to be pushed by a bulldozer.


    Those short buildings were directly knocked down, and the desert poachers who dared to stop them were smashed like glass.


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