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They were talking and laughing in the distance, but the messenger of the Northern God was furious. Every time he waved the spear, it brought up a bone-chilling cold current, and roared: "Goddess of Vengeance... Lord Kemir, don't you recognize the emblem of the Northern God? The final general is here.

Here, please help me, sir, to kill this annoying human kid and save my life!"

Kemir tilted his ears, pretending to listen, and said, "Did you hear someone speaking?"

A group of purgatory lords shook their heads in unison: "No, sir!"

"Humph, neither did I."

Kemir lazily held the war bow, slowly raised his figure, and said: "Go back to the castle, I'm tired, today's patrol ends here."

"Kemire!"

The messenger of the Northern God roared: "I am the messenger of the Northern God. How dare you ignore the people of the Northern God?"

In the air, Kemir's figure never returned, but a misty voice came from the cold wind: "Huh, the old guy who has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years actually reached out to the Lost Plains and wanted me to inflict...
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