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... t of Roy, Roy suddenly realized that it was a dark elf! ?

The dark elf was knocked out and lay motionless on the ground. Roy raised his head and asked Julie, "What's going on?"

"It's a group of dark elf assassins!" Julie said with some depression: "There are quite a few of them, and they are very good at hiding their whereabouts. After the opponent, he immediately scattered and fled. Giovanni and I chased separately for a while, but all the assassins who were caught up chose to com ...

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