A Medieval Rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

Soon, the group was only about fifty meters away from Howard Lee.


Kerr Cowell was also hearing a fly-like anxious voice in his ears.


"Mr. Jacob, I can hear footsteps and talking not far away."


Kerr Cowell squinted his eyes slightly, pondering for a moment before saying, "Gently stamp your foot and kick up some dust; I'll determine your exact location."


There was no more talking on the other end.


But not far away, they saw a wisp of dust rise into the air.


Without any surprise, the actual location deviated significantly from his expected position.


But the rising dust didn't catch anyone's attention.


Without any warning, no one would care about the ubiquitous dust in the wilderness.


They were only about thirty meters away from the team.


"Keep going forward for one hundred steps."


Chapter 82: "I knew it, how could they not prepare a big gift for us."