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... iding no warhorse;
The Dead Bone, wielding a sword.
The Death Knight strode forward, and with one step he was before Dead Bone.
The sword fell.
The dancing jade-white Wither King Bone, under the black blade, broke apart instantly, unable to resist even for a moment.
But taking advantage of this, Dead Bone had already retreated thousands of meters.
It spread its wings, and the wings whipped up the wind, a wind filled with mourning and lamentation. < ...
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