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The lush jungle, with warm winds, was baked by the scorching sun, making the verdant hills shimmer with oil.
A four-person adventure team was hacking their way through the Fanggan Forest with difficulty.
Leading the way was a Buer Tauren clad in leaf mail, whose every swing of the double-edged battle axe cleared a wide, straight path.
"Master Anelka, how much longer until we reach our destination? We've been walking for almost half a month!" The thief in the team angrily drew out a flying dagger and threw it back without turning his head. With a dull thud, the dagger pinned a noisy cicada to the tree trunk — this damn cicada had just relieved itself, spilling its discharge all over the thief's head and face.
