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... attlefield. The crimson tide of Threian blood was a grim testament to the failing defense. To his left, the remnants of the Threian Infantry, once a proud shield, were crumbling under the relentless advance of the orcish horde.
Their once-bright armor was now dull with blood and mud, their formations shattered, their organized ranks reduced to desperate pockets of resistance. To his right, the situation was no better. The other supporting troops, renowned for their unwavering loyalty and ...
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