One Hundred and Ninety-Seven. Pure (Three K)

What is true but anger?

Panting, Sanguinius swung the blade, he could barely hold the heavy two-handed sword. The hot sun above his head exacerbated the pain, and he even had to grit his teeth and use his strength to let the giant sword cut into the enemy's body.

The tauren yelled in pain, fell down, and the body turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

What number is this?

The mage's voice promptly answered his doubts:

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