The night was pitch black.
In a desolate, unfinished building.
In the corner, several stray dog carcasses, disemboweled, cut into large chunks of meat.
Six barbarians silently tore into the raw flesh, blood splattering from their mouths.
The environment dictates the customs; in the strange world, under normal conditions, it's hard to light a fire, and eating raw food has become a habit.
At this moment, an unusually strong barbarian cautiously and respectfully asked a massive shadow in the distance, "Respected master, Luo Ba, Heishan, and Majiao have not returned yet. Could they be dead?"
These barbarians were formidable warriors summoned from various tribes, but they dared not offend this vicious and fearsome master.
