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In the riverfront outpost of the Brown Demon Tribe Alliance, a half-orc soldier on guard duty on the city wall casually rested his long-handled axe in the gap between the crenellations, carelessly lifting the face guard on his helmet and yawning lazily.
Under the flickering light of a nearby torch, his rough, ferocious face looked utterly exhausted and listless.
At this time, the surroundings were utterly silent, with only the murmuring flow of the Wind Sigh River not far ...
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