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... well declared that he would kill all three brothers, they would definitely be impassioned and die calmly.

  But when Samwell said to kill only one of them and let the other two go, the situation suddenly changed.

  The three warriors were no longer brave, and they all lowered their heads and did not speak.

   "Hey, three warriors, have you decided yet?" Samwell urged.

  The three of them still did not speak.

  Samwell curled his lips in disdain, and said again: ...

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