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Chapter 402: The tale of Village boy - 2
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... nally began to ebb. Those that could still move began to retreat, their bestial minds finally grasping that this was a foe they could not overcome.
Ofken stood in the centre of the clearing, his clothing torn and soaked with blood—both his and that of the countless beasts he had slain.
The sword of Xeborh pulsed in his hand; its thirst for battle temporarily sated.
As silence fell over the forest, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the wind, Ofken turned his gaze ba ...
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