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... round the orc encampment. A camp defended by sharp stakes, roughly crafted, forming a protective ring. Skewered boars sizzled with a meaty aroma over the shallow fire pits.
Orcs grunted and salivated for their meal, guttural chants echoing through the destroyed forest land. Their weapons shimmered with a dull iron gleam, chipped and of poor quality but marred with blood and wear.
But none dared speak too loudly.
Not when Krogar Skullbrand sat among them.
The war-c ...
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