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“Did you, now?” Gul'dan grinned. “Were you afraid I would leave you, Cho'gall? Abandon you to Blackhand's tender mercies?”
The two-headed ogre mage glared at him. “Blackhand is dead, Gul'dan!” one head snapped. The other frantically nodded agreement.
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“Yes?” the man on the throne called out as they approached. “Who are you and what do you wish of me? Ah.” Even from here Lothar could see the king's strangely colored eyes, blue and green swirled together—they were sharp and clear, and his hopes rose still further. Here was a man who saw well and clearly. aion power leveling
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“Your Majesty,” Terenas greeted Varian, bowing to him as to an equal.
“Your Majesty,” Varian replied, his training overcoming his shock.
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