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Deep night, darkness shrouds.
Eagle Ridge, Luoshi Village.
The wooden fence on the outskirts of the village stood crookedly, casting twisted shadows flickering in the faint light of torches.
A chilly wind swept across the distant fields, stirring up fragments of dry grass and the pungent smell of livestock dung, making one nauseous.
Deep within the shadowy woods outside the village, a man as strong as a bear stood silently.
He was clad in heavy iron armor, gripping a massive war axe in his hand.
The axe blade glowed with an eerie red light in the night, as if stained with fresh blood.
A steel helmet obscured most of his face, leaving only a pair of indifferent eyes, quietly observing the flickering lights of the farmhouses ahead.
In the shadows behind him stood fifty soldiers cloaked in black robes.
Each one's face bore scars, and their eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty gleam, clearly seasoned warriors from fierce battles.
