There was one man who stood out the most in the army. At the center, riding a horse, a man wearing a black robe emerged. His face was hidden beneath the darkness of the hood.
"The El Dorado has come to reclaim the Forlorn City," the black-robed man announced. "Surrender and open the city gates, or else don't blame us when the city is reduced to ruins."
"Wasn't the beatin' last time enough?" Jambavav mocked. "Ya came again to get more?"
"Hah! We weren't prepared last time," the black-robed man scoffed. "Do you dare fight us again?"
"Khe-khe-khe, where is your army?" a spike-headed man demanded, licking his dagger. "Don't tell me you four are gonna fight the two thousand of us."
"Oy, Theon, didn't you say we were gonna have fun?" a fat man with a round bald head complained. "You brought us to fight just these four?"
"Yeah, you're gonna pay for wasting our time."
"Khe-khe-khe, let's just kill Theon first. We can deal with the city later."
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