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... tretched to a dense thicket.
Bolin had clearly chosen this battlefield with care and was now orchestrating an ambush.
A squad of ten Black Stone Knights charged straight for the riverbank.
They galloped back and forth on the beach about a hundred meters from the river, taunting the enemy.
Murky waves churned in the river, and dozens of green-skinned, tusked Fishfolk poked their heads out. Their wet scales gleamed dimly under the sun.
The Fishfolk chieftain ...
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