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... were watching the Orc. Before the ranks of Rangers could loosen the bolts from their crossbows, the Night Slayer was already moving. He grabbed two orcs, holding each in the air before him as they struggled helplessly with their legs.
“Kook? No, no, no!” one of these Orcs wailed as it saw its boss’s plan. The bolts poured down, slamming into the improvised meat shields, ripping into their green flesh.
“Fire again!”
The heartlessness of the Night Slayer, using his own kind in su ...
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