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... Michael Owen, a young black knight who seems to be only thirteen or four years old, but this time, this arrogant The boy has already changed into a tight-fitting suit that doesn't know what Warcraft's fur is made of. The clear scorpion is full of impatience, like a beast staring at prey, staring at the mercenaries.
"Owen Daren? How are you here?" The red-headed Zhuang Han asked with a blank expression. He took the sword in his hand and made a gesture behind his hand. More than 20 mercena ...
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