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v1cz
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وتبدا تحرك القطع بسرعه عشان يحسبها خطه
2025-09-26 12:54:35
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ri_qlq
a :
لازم يكون البلندر بالوزير
2025-09-16 20:36:33
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youfar.away
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اتفق (كل نقلاتي بلندر)
2025-10-29 23:46:39
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ibbrraaaaaa
ِ :
يخوان وش يعني بلندر
2025-10-02 09:36:13
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abseealkade
عبس :
هجوم 10/10😏 دفاع10/0😳🤷🏼
2025-09-18 17:46:19
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l0l0l0l0lz
MAL🇺🇲 :
و تبدا تسوي كأنها جزء من الخطة 😭
2025-10-19 15:38:24
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ro_yd17
اذكر الله :
قبل اقوى بلندر*
2025-09-24 13:59:52
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u.irz
محمد :
حقيقي واذا خسرت اتذكر هالنقله واقول لو اني لعبت لعبه ثانيه كان فزت
2025-09-01 18:46:36
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yochi596
yochi :
خليت الجندي ياكل الملكة بكش من قوة البلندر خرجت من اللعبة استحيت العب الا بعد ساعات😭😭
2025-10-16 22:19:23
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ou.jv
wameedh :
وتفوز
2025-10-15 20:02:07
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ابوُشَرفْ
ً :
وتجيب تعادل اعجازي
2025-09-25 20:46:12
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سنباي كن :
لا انا انسحب على طول
2025-08-31 03:46:39
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sketchbyhyam
𝐇𝐲𝐚𝐦𖣂 :
ويفكرها ضمن الخطة و م ياكل هههههههههههههه
2025-10-08 22:41:01
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_ix_.v
️ :
وتكون بالوزير وبعدها تركز عشان حسيت انك بتخسر
2025-10-05 20:34:27
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ra1.92
Ram🇸🇦🇹🇷 :
تعطيها كذا عشان يشك و ما ياخذ الوزير
2025-08-31 03:00:17
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llcr16_
6🩸 Контроль и справедливость :
يعني تراني ال مافي فرق والله
2025-08-31 02:40:05
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dy3audesatuh
dy3audesatuh :
ويكون البلندر بالوزير انه الفيل يأكله
2026-08-31 01:58:31
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v9als2
V9als :
فيه مره خسرت الوزير من بداية القيم و فزت
2026-06-08 17:11:44
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v9als2
V9als :
هههههههههههههههههههههههههههههه
2026-06-08 05:27:08
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theaxisoftheuniversesome
unknown :
فعلاً بس الحمدلله مراح ببلاش هههههههههههههههههههههههههههه
2026-08-08 03:01:51
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x_mp10
فهد الشمري (The goat) :
يعيال ممكن تفيدوني بالشطرنج
2025-12-04 19:48:43
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ja7.il
~ 𝕵 🎶. :
توي لقمت بلندر
2025-11-26 13:21:45
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.nhxh
𝐀 :
والله زيي لما اخطأ واتعاقب التركيز يصير اسطوري😂
2025-09-14 18:32:33
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