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... kilometers away from Wolf God Valley, on a certain small hillock.
An elderly man stood at the forefront, draped in a snow-white Arctic bear fur robe, letting the cold wind whip across his face without changing his expression. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon’s, fixated on the battlefield ahead.
Behind this elder, seven or eight people stood scattered, each one of them incredibly respectful, standing with their hands tied, as if they were children. If someone were present, they ...
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