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"Varleeeennn!!" Marule yelled as he spotted the Jalozian general. He had slaughtered countless low rank human soldiers which he had no idea which army they belonged to. Jalozi? Or maybe Gayara? Or any of the other Empires and Kingdoms in the Levarian continent?
Marule didn't care. All he knew was that they were the humans he had come to slay. But his eyes locked on to Varlen in the distance.
The unusually calm breeze blew against Marule's face. His black armor was stained with thick streaks of red blood.
Marule began to move on the chaotic mess of a battlefield.
The screams, war cries and clangs of swords all muffled in his ears as he took slow, careful steps toward Varlen.
He took one step.
A soldier who thought of Marule as another just Orcan soldier dashed toward him from the left, Marule swung his sword lazily, not even paying attention to the streaks of blood that splattered on his face as he cleaved the soldier in two.
He took another step.
