The door of the dilapidated hut was wide open, and everyone in the captured fleet looked panic-stricken. The ferocious dog-born warriors strode in with axes and spears in their hands. The head tattooed leader had a ruthless face, and the corners of his mouth raised ferociously.

"Blind God! This is it? This is it! . . . "

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, was terrified and looked at the dog descendants who rushed in. Although he couldn't understand the conversation outside the house, but seeing the murderous posture, he could feel full of malice, and a strong

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