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Velho do Cangaço

Velho do Cangaço is a journey through the backlands of the Northeast, where the harsh reality of life intertwines with the wisdom of a man who has seen it all. With just one eye, the old man sees more than most — he sees the soul of the backlands and carries with him the stories and scars of a life lived on the margins.

In this work, the protagonist crosses arid landscapes and forgotten cities, resolving conflicts and unraveling mysteries wherever he goes. His slow, firm steps tell a story of resistance, strength and the weight of the past, in a land that does not forgive weakness.

Get ready to enter the world of a simple but profound man, where each decision echoes the struggles of a people who, even in the face of the greatest adversities, do not bow down.

The old man of the cangaço

With the sandstorm dissipated and partial victory assured, the city was regaining its breath. However, the old man knew that the calm was only temporary. Deep down, he sensed that something big was coming, something that could change the course of the war irreversibly.

As he walked through the narrow streets of the city at dusk, he was approached by one of the sentries. "Old man, we have a visitor. Someone who seems important. He requests an audience with you."

Curious but also cautious, the old man followed the sentry to the center of the city, where he found an enigmatic figure waiting for him. The man was tall, wearing a black robe adorned with ancient and mysterious symbols. His eyes shone with an unusual intensity, and he emanated an aura of power that made everyone around him feel small.

"You must be the strategist who leads this city," said the stranger, his voice resonating with unquestionable authority. "I am a war mage, sent by those who have a vested interest in seeing this war come to a favorable end."

The old man studied the mage carefully. He had heard of these powerful sorcerers, beings capable of manipulating the forces of nature and altering the course of entire battles. "What brings you here, mage? And why should we trust you?"

The mage smiled lightly, but without humor. "The war you face is but a small part of a much larger conflict. The forces that move against you are merely pawns in a power game that spans lands beyond your comprehension. I have come because I believe that, with your wisdom and my magic, we can alter the fate of this conflict."

The old man, always skeptical of any outside intervention, stood his ground firmly. "And what do you gain from this? No man, or mage, offers help without expecting something in return."

The mage looked to the horizon, where the last rays of sunlight were disappearing. "I have my own reasons, but I am not here to lie or deceive. I need an alliance, and you need strength to protect what remains of this city. The enemies you face now are only the vanguard. There are greater forces mobilizing, and if you do not prepare, this victory will be fleeting."

The old man pondered the mage's words. He knew that the conflict was far from over and that what was at stake went beyond simply defending the city. Finally, he nodded, knowing that he would need the mage's power to face the challenges ahead.

"Very well, mage. I accept your help, but know that here, everyone must fight with honor. We will not tolerate manipulation or power plays in the shadows."

The mage bowed his head in respect. "You have my word. Together, we will turn the tide of this war."

And so, as the sun set and night fell over the city, a new alliance was forged. The old man and the war mage, two powerful figures from different worlds, joined forces in preparation for what was to come. The city, now with a new weapon at its side, awaited the enemy's next move, aware that the true test was yet to come.

Chapter 34: Meeting the War Mage