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... be burned up.
It was noon.
But just north of sentry oasis, among the continuous dunes, a squadron of ten desert bandits roamed on their horses, spears clutched in their hands, their leather shields strapped to their left arm.
It was obvious that this patrol had prepared them for battle.
”Harrumph…”
This was the sound of the desert horses snorting in annoyance.
The sun in the desert was already quite strong. It was noon now, ...
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