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, he remembered where he had heard that name before.


Isn't this the player who bought the Flamethrower with Blocked Throat first?


"You were the first one to buy the Flamethrower with Blocked Throat?"


Kerr Cowell casually glanced at Maxwell Ewell, casually said while lying on the rocking chair, "Buying such a crappy item isn't just a waste of Blood Sacrifice Points?"


Maxwell Ewell, squatting on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke as he glanced at Scar Dog, who had been pointing his shotgun at him from the start.


"Well… Mr. Jacob, my personal talent really needs the Flamethrower with Blocked Throat."


"If possible... I hope that you can sell me those Flamethrowers with Blocked Throat at a certain price."


"Of course, of course, I mean, if those Flamethrowers with Blocked Throat are very useful for you, then you don't need to sell them to me."


Chapter 124: "I have two good messages to tell you, which one do you want to hear first?"