Assassin's Creed Shadows - A Long Climb to a Land Rotted by Greed

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Gaming Assassins Creed Shadows https://youtu.be/0kyPh1YB91c Assassin's Creed Shadows - A Long Climb to a Land Rotted by Greed The path to Bamboo Cutters Watchtower was longer than I expected winding through hills and forests that felt both ancient and wounded. I sought the height not just for a view—but for perspective. This land hides so much beneath its surface. The sickness here isn't just in the soil or the sickness in the people—it’s in the soul of the ruling order. Bandits came first. Many. But I toyed with them—used them as a test for my skills a sharpening of blade and mind. I need to be sharper than ever. I cannot afford dullness in any form. Then came something worse than bandits—guards. Two of them robbing a woman of her belongings on the roadside. They wore the garb of protectors but they were wolves wearing a shepherd’s cloak. I ended them both without mercy. I did not speak. I did not hesitate. Rot does not get a second chance. From the top of the watchtower the view was breathtaking. Mist hugged the hills like a mother embracing a child. But even beauty cannot hide corruption. I saw it clearly—the Bamboo Cutters Camp below had been seized by more guards. They had no business there. So I descended. And one by one I took it back. The guards fell to my blades—each strike fueled not by hatred but by purpose. I took what I needed: mon gear supplies. All for the cause. All to build what must come next. Alone

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Assassin's Creed Shadows - A Long Climb to a Land Rotted by Greed

The path to Bamboo Cutters Watchtower was longer than I expected, winding through hills and forests that felt both ancient and wounded. I sought the height not just for a view—but for perspective. This land hides so much beneath its surface. The sickness here isn't just in the soil or the sickness in the people—it’s in the soul of the ruling order. Bandits came first. Many. But I toyed with them—used them as a test for my skills, a sharpening of blade and mind. I need to be sharper than ever. I cannot afford dullness in any form.

Then came something worse than bandits—guards. Two of them robbing a woman of her belongings on the roadside. They wore the garb of protectors, but they were wolves wearing a shepherd’s cloak. I ended them both without mercy. I did not speak. I did not hesitate. Rot does not get a second chance.

From the top of the watchtower, the view was breathtaking. Mist hugged the hills like a mother embracing a child. But even beauty cannot hide corruption. I saw it clearly—the Bamboo Cutters Camp below had been seized by more guards. They had no business there. So I descended. And one by one, I took it back. The guards fell to my blades—each strike fueled not by hatred, but by purpose. I took what I needed: mon, gear, supplies. All for the cause. All to build what must come next.
Alone, I fight. But I am not the only one. I am merely the beginning. Others will join. Others will rise.

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