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... n and Malrang, it would take a lot of effort to clear such a camp alone. But if we grouped up with these people...

"We were thinking of letting the leader handle the level four goblins alone while we cleared the camp. But with two more powerful warriors joining us, we believe we can kill the high-level goblins faster and clear the camp without any losses." His old-looking face shone with pride and confidence he didn't have the ability to back.

"And when do you plan to move?" Kim ...

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