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... toward each other, Lakeside Village, two kilometers away, was in disarray.
"What in the world are these creatures? How can there be so many undead here?"
In the makeshift camp surrounded by huge wagons pulled by six-legged lizards, the owner of this caravan, a dark-skinned and portly Sokrian man, cursed.
The captain of the Sea Lions mercenary group, a man with a stern face, kept silent, allowing the employer to vent his frustration before stepping forward to advise, "Mr. ...
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