"My lord, it is reported that the Western Army has suffered a major blow recently. The number of casualties is extremely high." A skinny old murloc said standing under the platform. The old murloc's body was half-stretched, and his thin physique seemed to collapse when the wind blows. Standing there trembling slightly, he said respectfully.
"This kind of thing often happens. Teacher Wen, you can help me solve these things. There are a lot of things called here." Heilong spoke in a rare soft voice, and the hieroglyphs of the evil water tribe were engraved on the bamboo board in his hand.
They are all collected from various regions, and they are all managed by murloc ministers. There are many allies here for the Black Dragon Ball, but the Black Dragon still wants to select the fifteen to join the Evil Aquarium, and is now trying to figure out a way to make a fortune.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!