Chapter 91
Author: Ye Above Story
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Pale monsters gathered near several piles of bones of a giant deer. It seems that the deer tried something - four dead monsters were lying besides it.

The leader was a slightly larger monster with a rusty sword who commanded the others in their language. First, he wanted the best cuts of meat. He drooled as he looked at the deer moving around.

Just as he was about to dig in, a blue bolt of magic flew through the air and struck the blade of his sword. The leader looked taken aback and stepped back for a moment.

The other monsters got scared and started to slash the air with their old rusty swords. Even more blue bolts came down, one of which struck one of them dead.

Because one of them was smarter than the other three, the leader hid behind trees. He saw who was behind this – a figure clad in black robes standing on the cliff overlooking the forest.

The figure aimed a peculiar device and fired another blue beam. The leader managed to avoid the strike, but it caught him on the shoulder,
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