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

Scar Dog seemed a little worried. "I only hope that my slaves aren't foolish enough to die prematurely. If they do, it would truly be a waste, catching slaves is a tiresome task."


Howard Lee suddenly remembered something: "Didn't you catch a bunch of Elf players? Isn't their talents enhanced by krypton gold and things like the First Recharge Gift Pack? Didn't you get your hands on those?"


Scar Dog regretfully shakes his head: "It's bound. Only elf players can use it and there's nothing much of value."


"Elf players get one krypton point for every Alien player they kill. This krypton point can be used to purchase different gift packs."


"Basically it's like that, but these items are quite beneficial for the elves; they mesh perfectly with the magic power within them."


Howard Lee nodded understandingly. "Then where did you put those Elf Players? I don't seem to have seen them."


Chapter 220: What the hell is this crappy global event!