At Trombpike a rider overtook me with a report from Torsh. The senior agent asks you to arrive at Amshir Square in Erzenvik as soon as possible. The blocking of the bridges has been of little use in containing the rebellion, as agents have already been distributed to all the northern and eastern parts of the city and are creating unrest everywhere. Erzenvik is a zone of secondary interest, a too prosperous area and too law-abiding residents.I arrived as soon as I could quickly, the coats of arms protected me from searches at the posts and, for the time being, from the agitated masses of subjects. Along the way, they pelted me with insults and curses, but for now they kept stones and rotten vegetables in reserve. We met in an alley between two streets leading to the square, where the crowd was thundering, demanding to be let through. Servants of power, constables with clubs and tower shields, stood in the way of the people. Behind them rose a shiny hillock of a light Uzh model armored

“…demonic spawn from the Darkness. The gas retains its properties for only about ten to fifteen seconds when in contact with oxygen, and then disintegrates.- You're not dumb.“Amazing insight for the chief counterintelligence officer of this vast country,” Zinkara chuckled.– Magic?- Alchemy! When will you fools realize that alchemy can open as many roads as magic, if not more!The Maldese opened his mouth wide, showing me something black, shiny, like a vile, swollen leech, clinging to the human oral cavity. It took me a few seconds to recognize this language.“Living alchemical matter?”“Bravo, Thane el'Moria!I was whipped by the whip of his contempt. Gross feeling.Behind me, there was a creak of rusty hinges, and I felt something huge penetrate the stone room. I smelled the smell of wine and onions, and then the carcass of Makhtar Ali, wrapped in the dimensionless tunic of a Tartsar infantry officer, heavily invaded my field of vision. He leaned over to Zinkar's ear and spoke qu

When I escaped from the building of the old town hall, its insides were already licked by tongues of fire. This could be seen from the reflections dancing in some of the windows. The flame escaped from the ground up, where there is more air, more food!The alchemist pulled away from me considerably, but I didn't have to catch up with him. He stood on the square in front of the town hall. He was waiting for me among the crystal pillars. On the right hand of my enemy is put on a pata [ Pata (puddha) - an oriental straight sword with a blade coming out of a hard gauntlet that protects the hand from the wrist to the elbow.], He kept his left hand inside a bag hanging from his shoulder.“I met your cannibal. Bravo! Even my pot would not have cooked such a stew! Manguda! I didn't think I'd ever be able to see such an incredible creature!- Makhtar is not a creature, - the alchemist answered quietly, - and not a cannibal. Usually. He is my true friend and colleague, who has supported and p

It would be a strategic mistake to overexert the soldiers before a possible battle, so I softened the load as best I could. Fortunately for me, Gatus Virze appeared next to me, my personal adjutant in the past. Avian from the subspecies of axipiti. These Avians are noticeably smaller than the Aquili aristocrats, but are also true warriors of their people, desperate and fearless. Gatus had a flat, triangular head with dark orange eyes, a predatory beak, and black and white plumage. Goshawk. Of all the adjutants that I had, this fellow distinguished himself not only by his amazing vitality, but also by his exceptional talent as an organizer. From his piercing cry, even the most arrogant and lazy lups began to move faster. It was Virze who took charge of the erection of the barricades and immediately distributed more than five hundred soldiers allocated to him into nine teams,While everyone was bustling about, I, with the tenacity of a true interrogator, pulled out of Incival the detail

“The boy el'Moria, the boy el'Calypsa, and the fidget el'Fayenfas. Dead man, outcast and slob. How much time do we have, el'Moria?- Enough to put all the emphasis. But first, with the greatest respect, Your Majesty, transports with my soldiers are waiting at the gates, many of them are wounded, others need rest, and they will again be ready for battle.- Here! The most powerful ruler of the world looked at his junior heirs. “This is how a real commander should think, Your Highnesses!” Look at his face, swollen, cut, smeared with blood. He needs a doctor, but he takes care of his soldiers. Warriors follow people like him, as if they were their own fathers, and you? Rearrange the figures on the game board, study the characteristics of weapons, alloys, alchemical formulas, the psychology of your future soldiers, but you will never be able to win their trust until you yourself lead them on the battlefield and share your share of suffering in one lunette!“Your Majesty, we believe that th