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... hunting in the wind.

In the dead still air, the silent sound of the sea breeze is brewing the final tranquility of the storm.

As the morning light that tore through the darkness penetrated the clouds and gradually dispelled the night haze, the icy light enveloped Marin Vando, revealing a huge stage in the sunlight.

It was a square full of statues, each of which represented a deceased naval hero, and under the gaze of the statue was a built Xingtai.

Under the gallows ...

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