Hundreds of refugees were hung on the city walls, not only adult beastmen and elderly beastmen, but even a beast cub less than a month old, its fur not yet fully grown.
It had no idea of the fate it was about to face, instinctively emitted pitiful whimpers, drowned out by the screams of fear, curses, and pleas for mercy.
Several members of the rebel army stood beneath the city walls, dressed neatly, elegant yet cruel.
They held guns, as if participating in some interesting gambling game, with cruel smiles on their faces.
A blonde middle-aged beastman generously took out a high-level crystal core as a prize.
This was a brutal shooting game.
Within one minute, whoever killed the most prisoners would win this crystal core!
"Heh heh ~ See that tiny cub over there, this really tests skill, whoever can hit it with one shot will count as two people!"
"No one compete with me, this little runt is mine! I'm going to get this prize today!"
