"Enough!" Liu Zhen shook his hand to stop the kneeling musketeer, patted his shoulder and said, "When we get to Razor Mountain, find some time to test the sling shot with these copper bullets."
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The mountain dances like a silver snake, teeming with wax elephants.
To the left is the frozen Sanggan River, to the right is a dense pine forest revealing spots of green within its snowy-white attire. The hundred-blade high Razor Mountain stands alone in the eye-catching snowstorm.
Backed by the towering Mount Tamerlarya, Razor Mountain serves as a prominent landmark in the wilderness.
This massive wasteland, also composed of red soil, is a divine gift to the goblins. The cliffs around the mountain appear as if cut by axes and knives, steep and vertical. The fifty-yard-wide mountain road, sloping like a rainbow from the top, is wide and flat at a forty-five-degree angle.
