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... it more.’ Grid gazed at the furnace, not even blinking because he was afraid he might lose the timing.
‘Now!’ He grasped the moment when the big axe was melted down and the shoulders and waist of the red armor started distorting. His tongs went into the blast furnace as the generated heat withered the grass and flowers around it.
“The precious flowers...”Some elves made a pained expression. Originally, elves hat ...
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