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The Age of Othello. Darkness rages in the plane of Io. The smell of death spreads everywhere. The dark river is turbulent, and only conspiracy flows through it. The whirlpool swallows all races, and the god of death dances with his hook. The devil smiles and fills the pockets of morality with evil. The demon roared and roared, and a chasm of life opened in the earth. Terror floods the fields, and the descending insect queen breaks the shackles of hope. The chess player has a gentle face, but his original intention has long been lost in the years. Despicable people reek of betrayal and have blood and dirt on their hands. The fragmented ravings of the ancients were full of ugliness. The fallen angel swung his sword towards the faithful gull. Evil energy corrodes and no one is watching, the source of destruction. ......... A giant ax cut through the long night, the fire of hope illuminated the sky, and the pair of resolute orc eyes. "I will always guard the bonfire of justice, no matter how hard it is." The brave young man pulled out the Red Maple Holy Sword and shouted loudly from the tower. "The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage, for the freedom of liberating life!"... In the ancient castle surrounded by undercurrents, the lich with deep eye sockets slowly stood up, his eyes were firm, and he was no longer sad. "May the flag of peace be planted all over the world, and I will fight for it all my life." In the distant forests and mountains, countless night elves were gazing at the stars, and thousands of words formed a prelude to counterattack. "For Io!"