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... rossbows and catapults, all the other mercenaries turned into spectators, appreciating the spectacle of mercenaries climbing up.

Captain Gatuso felt there was absolutely no sense of achievement! It was simply too easy!

The troops encircling on three sides advanced all the way to Red Earth Square, and the Beamons did not react at all. They just allowed him to draw near, not even dispatching an archer to shoot a couple of arrows in protest. He had prepared countless backup plans fo ...

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