Although 'Snow Cloud Peak' had already done their best, by the time dusk arrived, when they slowly climbed up the hill to dig holes and plant grass, a small number of their family hadn't arrived.
Even if the clan leaders spoke fiercely, but... it's not like I would die if I didn't do it, right?
In Basia City, the shops that had already opened to the Undead Tribe were much more interesting than burying oneself in digging earth.
Even the PVP large family, known for being more united, was like this, let alone other families, especially PVE ones, half of them coming was worthy of praise.
'Snow Cloud Peak' stood under Hill's Magic Tower, looking towards Basia City with a profound gaze.
"Old Dog, what are you doing?" 'Perfect Bald' waved the small knife in his hand for digging holes, with a smile on his face, "Are you striking a pose?"
