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It was a chaotic, muddy mosh pit of confusion. All but Gorm of the Ironhead mercenaries, who had been sharing crab jerky and crude jokes just hours ago, now had dark eyes and veins of Corruption crawling all over their bodies.
Gorm was swinging his battle axe, pushing back his men, while a handful of dirt-covered villagers—who must have been stalking them in the grass for miles—rushed in with pitchforks and rusted knives.
"Don’t kill them!"
Ulv roared, parrying a le ...
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