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Cripthon
O Abençoado por Marte
Nível 112
Pontos de vida
88 %
Experiência
1.65 %
Força
617
Destreza
931
Agilidade
1206
Constituição
931
Carisma
496
Inteligência
931
Armadura 24808
Dano 630 - 704
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⢻⣿⡟⠙⠻⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡿⠋⠹⣿⣿⢳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⢹⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡇⢀⡾⠀⠀⠘⣿⣷⡀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⣴⣿⠏⠀⠀⠹⡆⢀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣷⣸⣇⠀⠀⠀⠸⠹⣿⣽⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣮⣿⠟⠹⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣸⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⡿⠋⢿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⡿⣷⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⣴⠿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠋⢻⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠁⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠛⠦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠞⠁⠀⠀⢹⣿⡈⠑⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⢀⡤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣄⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡤⢀⣤⡾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣦⡀⠢⣽⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣴⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡠⠄⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣦⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⣴⣾⠟⠺⠾⠿⢿⡞⣆⢰⣿⣿⣧⢀⡆⣿⠿⠷⠶⠺⢿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡷⢶⠶⣤⣀⠈⣧⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⠃⢀⣤⠴⣶⠶⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⠿⢋⣾⠃⠀⠀⣀⢸⣯⣄⠛⠦⣍⣸⣦⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣤⣏⣩⡶⠟⢠⣼⣿⢃⡀⠀⠀⢿⡍⠻⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣰⡿⠋⢠⣾⡏⣀⣴⣾⠁⢀⣠⣿⣒⣒⣠⣀⣛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⢂⣤⣄⣒⣻⣧⡀⠀⢻⣶⣄⠘⣿⣄⠈⢻⣷⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢰⡿⠁⣠⣿⣿⠿⢋⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠠⠞⠛⠉⠹⣿⠏⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠘⣿⡟⠉⠙⠳⠤⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⡟⠻⢿⣿⣦⠀⢻⣧⠀⠀
⠀⢀⡿⠁⢰⡿⠋⠁⠀⢸⣿⡷⠋⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡏⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠘⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⢳⣿⣿⠀⠀⠉⠿⣧⠀⢻⡆⠀
⠀⢸⠃⠀⡏⠀⢀⣀⠀⢸⣿⣇⣴⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡁⠀⠀⠀⠘⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣷⣬⣿⣿⠀⢀⣀⠀⠘⠆⠀⢧⠀
⠀⡞⢀⣴⠾⣿⣿⡿⠀⠘⣿⡟⠙⣿⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⢀⣠⣤⣦⣤⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡏⠹⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⠿⣦⡀⢸⠀
⢠⣧⠟⠁⠀⢸⣿⣧⠀⠀⢻⠀⠀⠹⣷⠀⠀⣸⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⢹⠀⠀⣼⡟⠀⠀⢹⠁⠀⢸⣿⡿⠀⠀⠙⢾⡇
⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣄⢹⡆⠀⠀⠉⠉⣙⣿⣿⣏⣉⠛⠀⠀⠀⣿⢀⣼⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣇⠀⢰⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⡟⠃⠀⠀⢀⣼⣷⠟⠁⠀⠀⣀⣴⣦⠀⢠⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣆⢸⡇⠈⠛⢦⡀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣷⣶⣶⠾⠛⠛⠳⢶⣶⣾⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⣠⠞⠉⠀⣿⢀⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣾⡇⠀⠀⠀⠙⣄⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⢠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣷⡀⠈⠇⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠇⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣷⡀⣸⡀⢻⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⠁⣿⠀⣴⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣷⣿⡇⠈⡇⣿⣿⠃⡇⢀⣿⣾⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⠹⣷⠀⠘⢸⣿⠈⠀⢸⡏⢻⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠀⢻⡆⠀⢸⡏⠀⢀⣿⠁⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠈⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠇⠀⠈⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣇⡴⢰⢠⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣇⢸⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Nas sombras geladas, a fúria desperta,
Lobos do Norte, feras na guerra certa.
Cripthon avança, aço em punho, sem perdão,
Rasga a carne, domina o chão!

Não há escudo que o faça parar,
Seu rugido faz o medo reinar.
Corpos caem, sangue é o preço,
Na arena, Cripthon é recomeço.
Guerreiros mortos, histórias em dor,
Só sobram ecos do nosso terror!

Lobos do Norte, ferozes e letais,
Nossa força é o medo dos ancestrais!
Marchamos juntos, sem hesitar,
Na guerra eterna, vamos reinar!