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... ey. The sun was slightly slanted to the west, casting thick shadows over the mountain range, and a faint smell of blood wafted through the breeze.
Black Wolf Torc, carrying the battle flag, stood at the mouth of the valley several miles away. He watched the exchange of fire, his expression growing colder by the moment. The Canine Descendants in the valley were skilled in archery and held both the camp and the terrain. The advantage of the legion archers’ longbows was negated, and they we ...
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