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... s, which had a mixture of anger, fear and hostility, was very indescribable.
Caria wielded the silver longsword at the forefront of the battlefield, while dripping sweat off her cheeks.
The spears stretched without knowing the taste of the intestines. The iron arrowheads smashed the soldiers’ chest as they approached like rain. Even if just one of those weapons inflicted a wound, a person would easily die. The first thing Caria thought about on the battlefield was how fragile hum ...
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