Chapter 33 :Teaching a Lesson
At the northern foothills of the West Fell Mountain Range was a huge swampy area, which used to be an accumulation of Orcs, after Ardist II inherited the throne, he brutally suppressed the race of Orcs, more and more Orcs left the area one after another, and now the area was barren. But now, as the night had just fallen, a lone silhouette was trudging along, it was aimlessly, step by step, marching deeper and deeper into the swamp, through the remaining light of the night, its lifeless eyes were vaguely visible, its right hand was hanging low, gripping a broken sword it had found somewhere, while its left side was only left with an empty, fluttering sleeve, it hadn't known for how long it had been walking for, and it was only just yesterday that it had just When it entered this swamp, it
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