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In the direction of the hoofbeats, there was an old horse worth nothing, with a young man on its back.,The desolate swamps, impoverished villages, rude yokels, and monsters that appear from nowhere are probably the only impressions people have of this place.,It's hard to imagine someone wearing at least 30 kilograms of armor being able to move so smoothly and nimbly.。