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... ighty,” declared Xantimur.
“...Again,” said Crockta after he took a few deep breaths.
He shook off the sweat dripping down his face. He was too tired to move, and all of his joints screamed in pain. His neck felt stiff from tensing up in all the near-death encounters with Xantimur’s blade; the blade had grazed past his neck numerous times.
“I thought you were going to turn Ogre Slayer into Dragon Slayer? Have you already given up?” asked Xantimur.
“Not yet!” shout ...
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