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Behind him, from the dark hallway, he heard the low, guttural growl of an orc grunt—and the wet, clicking laugh of a jester's skull.

The grunts didn't die. They kept fighting, but now every enemy they struck left a tiny red spark on the victim. Those victims, human or orc, began losing health. And when they died, more sparks flew. Warcraft.II.Remastered.Plus.7.Trainer-PLAYMAGiC...

He yanked the power cord. The monitor went dark. Silence. He sat there, heart hammering, for five full minutes. Behind him, from the dark hallway, he heard