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... nd. His pitch-black, deeply somber eyes were strictly on the road ahead.
He rode persistently forward and heard the rising sounds of arguing, roaring, and shrieking become clearer. It sounded like there was a fight nearby.
The sound of rapid galloping broke the silence for the entire journey in the direction of outside the city.
After half an hour of fast riding, Han Moze passed the city gates.
Then, he continued down east.
After about another fifteen minu ...
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