Gnome's Mountains

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At that moment.

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The white shadows pass by.

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Snow Wilder

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The knife flashes.

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Assassination.

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but.

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The lira goes off.

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a high-pitched voice.

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a high-pitched cut

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The air splits.

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Wilder's movement is cut off.

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From the back.

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The snow rises.

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an arm of ice.

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Several arms come up from the ground.

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He's trying to hold on to it.

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Sympodie bounces the lira low.

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a low-pitched shock

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The ground is shaking.

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The ice arms break.

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At that moment.

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The snowstorm gets stronger.

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Blizzard

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Snow Wilder appears.

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Blizzard Sword.

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A blade of ice and wind flies in.

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Naird steps forward.

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Put your hands up.

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An electric current is flowing.

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electricity in the water.

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a blitzkrieg wave

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The moisture in the snow flashes.

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Wilder hardens for a moment.

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but.

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The back.

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the sound of footsteps.

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It's heavy.

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Huge shapes appear.

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Penrill

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a giant white wolf.

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Snow Wilder on top of it.

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It's rushing.

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Sympodie bounces the notes quickly.

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Sound wave continuous shot

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consecutive hits.

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The movement of the pen reel shakes.

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But it doesn't stop.

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It reaches right up to the front.

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At that moment.

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The note of the lira changes.

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Short.

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Cut it off.

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a roundabout mark

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Sound waves repeat themselves once more.

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two shocks.

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The pen reel slips and falls.

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Beside.

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The niad spins the sword.

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a mixed trajectory of water and ice.

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a rotating defense.

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And as it is.

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Push it in.

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Like a blender.

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Wilder is flying away.

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but.

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in a blizzard.

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more than a few years ago.

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Sympodie picks her breath.

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And.

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Quietly bouncing the note.

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an offbeat note.

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dissonance

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The snowstorm is shaking.

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Wilder's movements are out of sync.

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The command is cut off.

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At that moment.

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Scratch the lira big.

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sonic explosion

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My eyes are bursting.

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The space splits.

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a pen reel.

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Wilder.

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an ice monster.

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Everyone is flying back.

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Hold on.

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static.

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And Naird says.

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“…It's weird."

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“…There are too many."