"While you carried- ehrm, while we were travelling to this room, I just so happened to see some of the other chambers we were passing, and they had quite a lot of snow and ice, mimicking the habitat and environment in which an ice dragon would live in. My guess is these slaves were modified with ice wyrm scales to increase their resistance to the cold here, but in doing so-"
it's been 3 years. is it dropped?
The guard was surprised to see that Max took the initiative to attack him, at first he thought that he was only being overconfident but as the punch get near him his expression turn pale. The energy covering Max's fist was that of an Advance Battler, meanwhile he was only an Intermediate Battler so he was incomparable to Max's strength.
His mouth is occupied by a pair of dirty socks I found on the street. My headphones are in my inventory as they are a sort of trademark of mine. I am also not wearing the grey jacket, instead just a plain white t-shirt I found in the garbage.
If the Gatling kept getting kills, it could potentially flip the game around by having a much higher dps than its Sharpshooter counterpart. But the lane went remotely close to even, then the Sharpshooter would have much greater impact in fights because its greater range allowed it to attack more without being killed.
"Well, yes. But, we live in a world where the strong eat the weak. We should have retreated with our families savely." The Old Kira said defeatedly.
I just read it all and I LOVED IT. More please.
FIVE MINUTES LATER
This time, tears begin to roll down Su Mei Fan's rounded cheeks. With her emotion spilling out of control, she frustratingly explained, "Fan'er is not lying! Not only the ink is not drying, it seems like it was not properly diluted and now the water is separating in the surface, creating stain marks, and affecting the others." Su Mei Fan took a page from her servant and turn it towards her. "Water marks are forming around the characters. The—they're turning gray. Somehow. Wait… ah ah! I don't think they're legible anymore! I—I don't know anymore! What to do Sister Ye? If we cannot present these copies to the Eunuch, you'll be left behind!"
She swallowed hard, she had until last night, and the soreness between her thighs was proof enough. "Just shows that beggars can't be choosers."
"Very well, I'll carry her here." the man finished speaking and turned to the cradle behind him. The infant in it was carried ever so gently filling his eyes with joy and happiness as if the infant in his bosom is his most precious treasure.
[Lv.48 Vampirling, Flandre Scarlet]