Attack of the Grey Wolves
In a strange place, a black tribe of crows flapped their wings. The sky laughed and raindrops fell on the gray grass. The sunset burned like a funeral pyre. Suddenly a vague glimmer emerged on the grass and a figure appeared in a world that never knew paints or colors. A moment later, a companion appeared beside the visitor. Then two more low figures emerged in a strange world. Dan looked around and shook his head. "An abnormal place to find a point of rebirth. I have no signals from this world." "Then we will kill everyone who gets in our way. Hobbits, are you willing to kill your enemies?" Tom held out his hand toward his friend. Dan crouched down and stopped his friend's desire to arm himself. "Sit down. We're too conspicuous in this field. The disgusting place to start a fight,"
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