C792 Hope

"We can't win, we have to retreat." hunter hid behind a damaged war chariot, his right hand holding onto the sickle. Left hand As it held onto the Red Drug, there was only the last bottle of Red Drug left. His life force was less than one-third recovered. Even if he drank this bottle of Red Drug, it would not be full.

The Reverend had died an hour ago. He belonged to a wild group