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... he border, no grass will grow wherever they go.
"Damn black sheep!"
"Go to hell!"
A figure appeared in front of the army, hanging in the air, gnashing its teeth, holding a black flag, and waved it casually, black smoke billowed, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and countless writhing ghosts flew out of the flag, heading straight to the black goatman army below. pounce.
"A~~"
"A~~"
Wherever they went, the black sheepmen fell to the ground one by one, their ...
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