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The big Beorning stood as the elves mentioned Mordor orcs. Silently he checked his axe blade, running a thumb down the edge. Satisfied that he was prepared he fell into step beside Annungil. The Beorning and the Gondorian had slain orcs and wargs by the score together.
Arton nodded as the huntress told him what she could. Mordor orcs did not range this far without orders. "Thammegil, it seems we will add Mordor orcs to your list. These wildlands truly live up to their name."
The big Beorning stood as the elves Mordor orcs. Silently he checked his axe blade, running a thumb down the edge. Satisfied that he was prepared he fell into step beside Annungil. The Beorning and the Gondorian had slain orcs and wargs by the score together.
Arton nodded as the huntress told him what she could. Mordor orcs did not range this far without orders. "Thammegil, it seems we will add Mordor orcs to your list. These wildlands truly live up to their name."
