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Chapter 167: Beneath the Roaring Trees –
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Chapter 167: Beneath the Roaring Trees –

As the burly forms of the Orcanine warriors stomped back into the village nestled deep within the dense emerald forests of the Falcon region, the ground beneath them trembled with ancestral pride. Their return did not go unnoticed—far from it. The moment the scouting parties were spotted emerging from the mists of the outer glades, a deafening cheer erupted across the thatch-roofed huts and bonfire-lit courtyards.

“BU! TO! TO!”

The jubilant tribal chant
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