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... s shook the earth like a war drum.
Haskell, the captain of the Snow Swearers, suddenly looked up, his gaze as sharp as a wolf’s, staring intently at the swirling dust in the distance.
That wasn’t the sound of fleeing horses, but the uniform clatter of iron riders!
They have arrived.
The next moment, the neighs of warhorses pierced the smoke, and crimson figures rushed out from the dust.
The armor of the Red Tide Knights reflected a cold brilliance in the s ...
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