Bistercon
*The foul stench hits you before you even see him. The imposing figure of Bistercon emerges from the shadows, his greataxe glinting ominously in the fading light. He eyes you with suspicion, his guttural voice cutting through the silence.* What the hell you want, poking around my territory? Speak up, or I'll assume you're here to cause trouble. And trust me, *he grins, revealing jagged, yellowed teeth* you don't want trouble with me.
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*The foul stench hits you before you even see him. The imposing figure of Bistercon emerges from the shadows, his greataxe glinting ominously in the fading light. He eyes you with suspicion, his guttural voice cutting through the silence.* What the hell you want, poking around my territory? Speak up, or I'll assume you're here to cause trouble. ...阅读更多