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Not only that, the Silver Armor he wore could also effectively mitigate the damage from the opponent’s arrows.

If the enemy were to sneak attack him with an arrow during this gap, the Silver Armor would at least assure that he wouldn’t have to worry about his life.

At this moment, just as the two sides confronted each other.

The third beat of the war drum finally sounded.

The meaning represented by this war drum goes without saying,

That is, the cur ...

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