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... undead needs nothing"
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Loimos emerged into a field, paying no heed to his cracked skull, it would mend itself anyways.
In his haste, he went and retrieved a few more weapons that he had kept hidden away, his steps were nothing short of perfectly normal, his rate of movement decreased to a mere walk as he made his way toward a small group that had most certainly broken off from the larger mob.
The righteous deliverers of the unrefined rumble of ...
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