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... s slit-pupiled eyes stared toward the unnaturally silent remains of the Dragon Tusk Tribe.
Even though several days had passed, he could still smell the blood in the air, still hear the shrieks and dying cries of his kin.
Behind him, more than a hundred Lizardman warriors lay low against the muddy ground, holding their breath, waiting in silence. Their task was simple but critical: ensure that the human didn't escape. Trap him. Corner him.
"Zaryusu," one of the warriors w ...
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