Askolta, or as my new people called it, Askorta, has not changed since my last visit. This is always the case with medieval cities, they can stand for millennia, only growing a little by the periphery - and that’s not a fact if it suddenly turns out that the enemy is strong and able to quickly get close to the walls. In this case, the city, once rebuilt, freezes in eternal stone for many millennia. And I don’t know if there are any enemies near the port city, climbing to the sea along a slope that abruptly breaks off at the very water, but here everything was as I remembered - they removed a few dented guards, took away the corpses, replaced the gate that the avatar knocked out Warcraft and continued to live on.There was something new in the air, though. A sort of anxious expectation of some kind of change. Perhaps the city will be wiped off the face of the earth and rebuilt like Moscow, perhaps the world will see the second coming of the old bloody gods. But the guardsmen at the gat

I glanced at the Asian in bewilderment. Well, or what is it called here? The entire western Habitat was predominantly inhabited by people of Caucasian appearance, with the exception of only red-skinned slaves, therefore, she arrived from somewhere in the eastern part of the mainland, as is the case in my native reality.- And why should I? I drawled. So far, I've managed on my own!- Yes Yes. Gary nodded, and Zhdan chuckled. “That's why we had to pull your impudent personality out of the problems where you dragged yourself into.- OK OK! I already realized that I owe you. That is, you insist!- Not. Zhdan shrugged indifferently.- Yes! Gary snapped.- When there is no agreement among comrades ...“Listen, at home I learned something useful in battle, so I not only know how to swing knives, but I will inspire, and fly up if something happens. I will not become a useless burden on the journey."I am a buffer and a healer" - I easily translated into the game language. Well, for a fool wi

So let's improvise.- Can you? She stared down the bridge of my nose with incomprehensible admiration. — Eduard Semyonitch said something, but I did not understand anything.- Listen more to Eduard Semyonitch. Sighing, I pulled on my jacket. "He's not going to tell you that kind of nonsense either." Heard about his theory of people with disheveled brains?Rose nodded - heard they say. Very interesting, but nothing is clear.- Went.- Went! - She exclaimed. - And where to?- Directly. We'll decide next.— Wow! She clapped her hands and the overhead light turned off. - Lead us, Susanin, lead us, hero!We slammed the door and slid down to the front door on foot.— I have never been in this area before, everything is so interesting here! After a pause, she added. “And a bit like my hometown.Sleeping area in the southwest, stunned how interesting. Alova is dark about something, does not say anything. But it's a business. If he wants to walk around the area, filled with identical boxes - m

“Another single target, two kilometers. - Said the younger. — It radiates in our range.And here comes the traitor. The elder chuckled a little. What are we going to do, Commander?- Think. I answered. Where are the first two targets?- Take cover. he answered.Yes, in an open battle, one Poisk operative is worth two or even three Conquest fighters, but still you should not discount their commander: with his knowledge, skills and with the rituals and other mystics of the Conquest, he can arrange this - the sky it will seem like a sheepskin.And once upon a time, all mysticism and magic were considered the fiction of overworked and-people, eh ... Why didn’t it stay like that?- Tags?— I can't find the corner. he complained. - They sit too well, the detectors do not catch.Cursing, I ran another fifty meters and froze in a crevice between icy stones. The armor was warming and protecting for the time being - I didn’t want to think what kind of dog cold was going on out there."Commander

As the high authorities threatened, it nevertheless forced me to work - on the server in my working daddy an archive was formed with the intriguing name aimbotter.rar, containing a tiny file almost smaller than the attached instructions in a text document. People from the upper internet tasted "Alien War", people from the lower internet tasted "Far Search", and they got into it. And this always leads to the generation of various projects on the theme of a favorite project - starting from a simple replacement of some structures with your own as part of the creation of modifications, ending with such rather complex code solutions.Although the demon knows how people managed to change something not even in the game - but in a separate living world! But somehow they managed. So it is with this "botter". In fact, this is the same stray as my crawler, it works with a network connection and replaces some variables just a little, without affecting the game as a whole.I cringed apprehensively