I'll tell you the truth of my broken armor. Borne looks a little awkward.
I was patrolling the camp that day and saw a lone magic sheep, I failed to notice it looked a little different.
Just when I was about to strike, it suddenly charged toward me and started attacking, I woke up wounded in the camp.
I thought about it later, it wasn't just some magic sheep but the lord of magic sheep, Pinkerton!
Would you teach Pinkerton a lesson for me? He should still be hanging around northwest of the camp.