“We are being watched,” Rybka suddenly said. - Pizdets viciously watching. Come on, someone strong. Fucking punches me.Glancing at his friend, he noticed that his shoulders were trembling. grimaced.- Are you with me?- Damn you fool! Rybka snapped. - Yes, I have no one to be with! Of course with you, bitch!Drawing my blade, I turned toward the house. You don't have to be an experienced magician to see that the hut survived for a reason. She was saved by a barrier. Noticeable only by how the grass around the house survived. Withered, but the fire did not touch her.Hope only that Alliel went hunting when it all started. Night hunting. Today, for the first time ever, she did not wait for me at home, but took Neri and went to look for prey in the forest. Maybe she decided to visit her grandfather. Yes, maybe she's in the elf settlement. It would be so right...It was difficult to approach the open door. Very, very… I was shaking. Sweat trickled down his forehead. The intestines curled
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For some time, sinking lower and lower, he suddenly felt his foot hit the floor. Complete floor. Finally!Now moving forward in total darkness. Wonderful. Any person's dream. And not a person either. All the most beautiful and kind is hidden in the dark. After all, in the dark, right?Despite the fact that not the most joyful memories were associated with the darkness of the dungeon, I moved without much fear. Well, why should I be afraid? Of death? I, the crowned lady, the usurper of the throne, am not afraid of such trifles! And therefore, confidently walking along the walls, he only extended his hand forward so as not to poke his nose into a stone.Because a broken nose bridge is worse than death.The long journey made me feel hungry more and more sharply, and my eyes were stuck together from the desire to sleep. Maybe he should have done this in the sarcophagus, and not immediately jump up as if stung.Although, they say, sleeping in stale air is harmful to health. Better to sleep
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
- Fu-uh! - I leaned back with a satisfied sigh, leaning on the ground behind my back. - The meat is tough, but it's nice to get enough.“This flesh will get boring soon.” Linre’s sigh was much less satisfied, but she still sat near the fire with satisfaction on her face. - However, it's nice to bask, though not under the sun.- Aranei don't like fire much, do they?- How can you love something that harms your homes? If people come to us, then only with fire.- Logically, - I yawned, stretching out on the grass.The flame pleasantly warmed the side, casting drowsiness. If only I could smoke... And see the colors. The dullness of the world began to bother."Dehra," the aranei called softly.- M?- When will we leave here?- Right now!Rising abruptly, I yanked my sword out of the ground and looked at the fading fire. He turned his gaze to Lynre. She crept up, rising above me on long spidery legs.- So! What do local monsters look like? I spun the sword in my hand, nearly dropping it to
"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
- I understand that you climbed into the dungeon for a joke? Kill heroes? Did it make any sense?- Force…- It's clear. Happy death. I am grateful to you for one thing - for the words that you said after my story. I will live and fight on, - thoughtfully scratching the back of his head, he caught himself. “And say hello to Linre.” If you meet in your monstrous Hell. Sayonara.Shaking off his clothes, he stood on the edge of the pier, putting his hands on his hips and looking at the endless waters. Gradually they lost clarity, blurred, turning into a haze.- I would give someone a smoke ... - I drawled dreamily, waiting for the haze to finish reincarnating. - After such a boring adventure, it would be nice.Soon, instead of water, there were stone walls around, covered with incomprehensible symbols. Instead of the horizon in front of the face - a door without handles and hinges.Would you like to leave the dungeon, Hero of Dehra? The outside world can be dangerous and likely to bring a
- 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
The blacksmith's apprentice looks on with interest. In a small town, such things are rare, so the merchant immediately called the artisan, and he grabbed the apprentice ... And so the four of them stood, crowding around the dagger of the Angel.- The metal is good, - the blacksmith said quietly, pointing with his finger; the apprentice listened attentively. - They call it the steel of the titans. Almost impossible to break, only melted at a very high temperature ...- Are you squeezing? - asked the merchant, looking at the craftsman.“Of course,” the broad-shouldered man replied. - I'll have to kill for this time, but I can.- Why do you want to sell it? - the apprentice asked me.And for this question he was rewarded with looks full of horror. The blacksmith had already raised his hand to slap the back of the head, and the young man dodged aside.“I don’t need expensive things,” he answered, moving the stiletto closer to the merchant. - Noticeable - even more so. I'm just a hunter.-
Touching the crossbow, he took it in his hands, tried to pull the bowstring. She cut into her fingers. She walked reluctantly, bending her wooden shoulders.- Come on ... - I asked, pushing it to the limit with the last of my strength. - Ready.It will be inconvenient to use a crossbow at such a pace. It is worth keeping it charged and at hand.Bolt lay in his hand. Turning the tip in the dim light of the stove, he put it into the socket. Pointed at the wall. Narrowed his eyes. Who knows. Will have to check how it shoots. A crossbow is a powerful thing, but very inconvenient for a traveler. Low rate of fire, and most of the creatures are mobile and poorly protected. Except that…I was reminded of Heroes dressed in armor. Which neither sword nor arrow usually pierce. I smiled wickedly. Get a bolt in the chest, which you can also pull out the hell, because it's stuck in steel. Why not joy for a lousy little man? From this point of view, the crossbow can be left.- Well, let's be friends
They were waiting for me in the dark. The purest darkness swirled with the vapors of the night, and they were pierced by the fire of the fire. Empty mouths of streets going nowhere. Too hard ground, as for the feet of such a lost one. But they waited, leaving a secret among the corpses.- You still killed Beam.I stopped. Pain pounded through my nerves, fatigue huddled in every muscle, lost thoughts were replaced by clear realizations.- Killed - impassively answered, not even trying to see the invisible.- Do you know what you did?- It was revenge.Words of recognition that took on a new meaning. Not just revenge - it was pleasure.- We had an agreement with Beam. Now it's broken.- And now what?- This city is ours.The rats didn't show up, but I was sure I really heard their voice. Despite the death fever bubbling in the body. It was not delusion, hallucination, imagination.- You broke the contract that held us ten years. Now it's our turn to pay for the service. Tell me what do
The door shook from the impact. I just need a little time. Recover. No matter how serious the guard was, it was not possible to break in. Wait, freak, we'll see you.Taking back control of the muscles, he glanced at the indicators in the interface. Mana is enough. The berserk has long since died out, depriving me of part of my strength. Not that important.Rolling away from the door, he let it open with a kick. The guard smiles bloodthirstyly. Not afraid? In vain.Impulse Activation.4 mana spent.This time the hit is accurate. The guard, who had time to approach and swing his baton, lifted himself off the floor. The purposeful flow of air tossed the thin body, disorienting. Gotta hand it to the kid - landed on his feet.Rush forward. knock down. Intercept the hand with the baton. Saddle. Hit.The guard tries to cover himself. He was not taught to fight in this position. And I love close-ups.With all your weight, fall on the left, clinging to the throat. Press into the floor. Strangl
Thoughts became even darker. Magic can't be used? You can come to terms with this. But what is this strange reaction of the body to a blow from a baton? After all, they hit the prosthesis. Yes, and the first blow was not so painful when the fingers flew. Sadden, of course. The skin was torn, it bled a little. But nothing terrible.The club looked normal. Wooden. The guards said that magic can't be used. Then why am I twisted?“Grid,” I called, casting aside my pride.- Listen, fox.- What kind of club do the guards have?- Who knows?- You do not know?- I know. She is wooden. Probably.- And that's it?Grid was silent. Grimacing, I buried my face in my knees. They took away my crown, weapon, smoking pipe, bag with the Diary. All have been taken. And now they're going to keep it here? What the heck? What is Beam thinking?- Watch out, it's almost night. The torches are almost out.Torches. They burn for quite a long time. Also weird. In Artilos, they had to be changed about once an ho
And now we are standing in front of some thin guy. Bim is angrily pushing something. For some reason, I crumpled the collar of my shirt, bringing my frightened face closer to me. I punch a couple of times, cutting through the skin with the steel of the prosthesis. The guy screams plaintively, making excuses. As soon as I let him go, he tries to run away. Bim with laughter, like a crazy animal, rushes after him. Jumping! Catches the fugitive, pinning him to the ground. With a crunch, he breaks his hand. I laugh, leaning against the wall. Makes me sick. The ataman takes out a purse from the poor man's pocket. Hangs on his belt. Finally he kicks me and waves his hand to me: "Let's go."And then we broke into someone's house. Long disputes about debts. Powder is sprinkled on the countertop. Beam generously tightens his nostrils. Grabs the bag, pours out more. He invites me with his gaze. I lean. Shaking. I have a hard time taking a short puff. I scream, I shake my head. The system warns a
- Will you go? Lisa looked at me sadly.- Yes. Try not to worry and relax. Just close behind me.Picking up the bag, kissed the girl goodbye and left the room.***The streets of the city were lifeless. Beam and I are almost the only passers-by. You can't even see the patrols... The houses are standing, crooked and tired. The sun did not have time to flare up as it should, and around us there was a cool twilight. Everything is painted in soft blue. Frost is visible in places.“Everything didn’t go according to plan,” Beam began, dragging on his pipe. “The Recognized didn't go that far before.“They knew about you,” remembering, he suppressed a yawn with difficulty. - Apparently, the Heroes decided to take on the atamans.- Let them take it. You can’t get to the barons, and if they are alive, then there will always be atamans, - the man waved his hand casually. - In any case, we are not rebels. Our interest is in money, not in the killed "heroes". Let them search, sniff. Let's get by w
- I lost my horse.“Like many of us,” the chieftain chuckled. - Nothing, don't worry. Goldie immediately went to the stable to look after the horses for us. It is at the other end of the village, a little further away. Let's go to.Glancing at the dead Hero, whose body began to gradually crumble into ashes, he grimaced and picked up his sword. It was the only thing of any value. I won't wear metal armor.- Let's go, - with a sigh, he followed the Red Beam.You have successfully completed the quest "The Judgment of the Guilty". Hooray, long live the robbery of innocent souls.You receive a point of experience and a point of Abandonment.For a reward, contact the NPC.***Perhaps it was presumptuous of us. Maybe thoughtlessly. Or maybe ... initially impossible.“It’s someone strong,” Bim muttered.A thinned group of robbers, among whom was I, stood in front of the stable. We were united by one feeling - an animal fear that binds hands and feet. On the hay scattered in front of the stall
The short weapon slashed at the monster with a bloodthirsty slash. He got confused. I got distracted.Slide on the ground. Grab the hilt of the sword.- Break off! - shouted, twisting the blade.Ribs stop movement.Impulse Activation.Mana spent.The wind became like steel cutting through the sternum. I tensed, planting my feet on the ground, arching, cutting my torso with a furious scream.Impulse Activation.Mana spent.The blade spun along the ribs, splitting the muscles… crippling the organs. The creature crashed down on me. I hear Bim's scream. I hear the beat of my heart. I feel hot blood. I hold the monster with two blades, I rest on my knees. Davit, I'm barely coping, but the job is almost done.The monster shuddered for the last time. Softened, becoming even heavier. Between us is death, between us is blood and pain. The strength has left me. I closed my eyes, burying my face in the cold skin. It became hard to breathe.A unit of experience has been gained.Characteristic Spi