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The spider smiled. It came out creepy because of the inhuman structure of the mouth. The mandibles protruded from the cheeks, and instead of human teeth there were twisted fangs that prevented the lips from closing even in a calm state. And the smile... ugh...We walked away from the lake together. I tried not to look in the direction of the spider walking next to me and to get rid of the nervous trembling in my body. The muscles themselves reacted to the imminent danger. The fact that the arachne is not going to eat me yet does not mean anything. She is still dangerous. I just bought some time."What the hell is she doing here?" - Annoyed thought while approaching the tree.Which close up was really embarrassing for its size. The trunk could only cover a dozen people. Spreading branches began so high that the throne room with exorbitantly raised ceilings looked like the building of a small child. And massive roots stuck out of the ground, like huge tables for the most magnificent ban

"Almost," Linre sighed. - Look. Eggs are formed independently of mating. Without the male seed, we can only produce ordinary spiders. And such masonry is called "poor quality." The offspring in them turns out to be frail. Understand?- Yeah...- In our settlement, we do not make low-quality masonry. If the period has come, and the eggs are not fertilized by a man, we use them as food.- Okay, so you're eating...- Yes.- And how do aranei appear then?- In one high-quality clutch there can be several eggs with daughters. These eggs are much larger and are unpleasant to lay.- Okay, it turns out that you need a man so that the offspring are strong and new aranei are born?“Yes,” Linre waved her clawed hand vaguely. “But I am too young to develop strong aranae in me. Therefore, I use the eggs of my daughters as food for spiders. Those are the rules.I sighed, ruffling my hair. I turned to the passage, behind which I could see a long tunnel. I didn’t really want to continue the theme of

- Okay, you're a pain in the ass. Better? - laugh. - Lethos. And it's better not to ask who and how called me that.The guy laughed.- That's someone, someone, but I'm used to being a thorn ...Before Elvis could finish, the band stretched, and behind him came the sound of a flying piece of meat and slaps on the trees and the ground. The swordsman, without prompting from outside, gathered himself and moved from step to run, and the swearing Letos had only to follow his example.The corpse with a knife in the eye flew past the girl and stopped at the edge of a small clearing, into which two Heroes ran out a couple of seconds later. On the opposite side, a hunched creature sat on the ground. At the sight of people, it rose, exposing a tall figure to the moonbeams.Dark gray skin, lack of any clothing, long arms with thin, thin fingers, and bony growths on his face, which made his head look like a mutilated, mutilated skull of an elk. The monster raised its arms and yelled low, long, cau

“I’m not adapted to life in the wilderness, but I’ll have to get used to it ...” he muttered, bending the branch away from his face.Moving slowly, trying not to make any noise, I nevertheless scattered around the neighborhood the noise of breaking branches and the shameful rustle of foliage. However, movement soon appeared ahead.Hare. He wasn't that careful, more like carefree. His ears trembled only occasionally, and so, the gray baby enthusiastically gnawed at the grass.“Got bitten,” I whispered, kneeling on the ground.The arrow lay on a rough bowstring. With one movement, and throwing up the bow, and pulling his shoulders, he exhaled, estimating the flight path. Whispering sound. The hare fell to the ground, frightened food. His paws twitched. But it looks like it hit pretty well.- Be patient, little one.The kitchen knife with a quiet clang left its place behind the belt chain. Pressing the hare's head to the ground, he plunged the blunt blade into the thin neck. The body wen