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Volume II: THE STORYTELLER AND THE JANN-49
Now the Buryani horses had met the enemy front lines, and the mounted fighters slashed vigorously at their opponents. The corpses wore no armor, just rags to cover their horrible nakedness, and made no attempts to parry the blows. Ordinary foes would have been howling in pain from the cuts they’d received; the corpses felt no pain. Serious wounds that would have disabled mortal men meant nothing to them; the only tactic that worked was dismemberment, rendering the bodies incapable of inflicting further harm. Even then they continued to twitch in an effort to obey their master’s commands. Meanwhile, Kharouf’s soldiers were wielding their own swords against the Buryani army. Their reflexes were not fast and their physical strength was not great, but they could stand and suffer great punishm
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