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

Howard Lee gazed dumbfounded at Scar Dog, who had just risen again from a pool of blood. After half a moment, he recovered, putting down the grilled meat he was holding on a stone table and looking at Scar Dog's blood-splattered face with a bit of emotion.


"Brother, you're giving me this show in broad daylight."


"Even if you have a resurrection item, you can't keep using it like this. What if the resurrection items don't work anymore? It would be a bit too much to just die like that."


Scar Dog didn't respond but looked at the grilled meat on the stone table and was a bit speechless, "When did you learn my grilling skills? And didn't you say you were going to Fire Seed City to get a chef? Why are you grilling meat again?"


"You guys haven't made any moves, so I thought I might as well eat before we go. So, I just grilled some meat."


"Try it and see if it's got the essence of your grilling."


Chapter 351: "Hehe, I won't listen, I will remember this matter for the rest of my life."