Vercingétorix
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:09:00
Norwill the Atrebates.
Farewell.

:09:16
You're more afraid to kill me
than I am to die.

:09:19
Hand me the torch,
Gobannitio.

:09:21
You're not worthy ofsacrificing
the brotheryou betrayed.

:09:28
His death belongs to him alone.
:09:30
the magic ofhis death must teach us
the lesson ofhis sacrifice.

:09:37
the greater the magic, the greater
the price that must be paid.

:09:58
I will kill you, Gobannitio.
:10:02
I will kill you.
:10:33
Get up. Even ifeveryone
in Gaul is divided...

:10:36
here there is neither tribe
nor people.

:10:38
No distinctive marks.
Drop that.

:10:44
Get up. Hurry up.
:10:54
Where areyou going?
:10:57
It's time for me to do
what I must.

:10:59
I have a task to accomplish.

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