"It's too much, it's too cruel." Fatty Wang curled his lips in dissatisfaction, pinched it with his left hand, and the head of the other baby crow exploded.

"You can't be any better." Wang Ying replied angrily, and then with one hand he threw a squawking and struggling baby crow man against a tree, and with a pop, it seemed like it was beaten to death.

A fly.

Fatty Wang shook his head, and quickly picked up the other squeaking baby crow, placed it gently on the tree, stepped on it with his feet, and made the same popping sound.

"Be gentle, be gentle," Fatty Wang taught Wang Ying, "be a good and well-educated pig."

"Bah, what a big fat pig like you is saying, is there any use for a bird?!" Wang Ying raised his hand without hesitation and slapped a pitiful-looking baby crow to death in the bird's nest.

At this moment, there was only the last baby crow left in the bird's nest.

It witnessed everything that happened and was frightened.

A good home was destroyed by the damn pig orcs.

And it is the next one to die.

In an instant, it thought of countless ways to die.

Eyes shaking.

Body spasms.

Fury trembles in fear.
Chapter completed!