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... , a low growling voice could be heard beyond the slope of the mountain.
Theyve come. Ivan stretched his stiff body in the cold morning air.
Krik, ka-hook, ka!
Its the anthem of Taurs. It was a familiar tune. Roughly translated, it goes like this: We are strong, we kill, we march. The rest is repetition of the same.
Taurs territory in the mountains was one of fury. These bastards were tribes who replaced intellect with violence.
Their sole purpose was fever ...
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