The Astarte of the B

A deafening, chilling crack echoed through the air. The lively and loyal pup exploded into a shower of blood and screams before it even hit the ground.,But the farmer seemed to still have some courage left, his expression nearly collapsing as he tightly gripped his hoe.,The boy carefully avoided touching his armor, remembering the last time he had, Bolten had snapped three twigs off him.。