- 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
But I didn’t want to waste time on kindling the furnace. As well as a more detailed study of the house. Closing the door behind him and sliding the bolt, he climbed onto the couch, pulled off the crown from his head, laying it next to him, and exhaled with relief. Fatigue rolled through my body in pleasant waves. I stretched, arching on the blankets. A little harsh, but in this state - a dream.“So this is my temporary home,” I muttered, staring up at the ceiling. - It'll do.Yawning, he rolled over and closed his eyes. Time to finally sleep.***- Dehra , - Alliel beckoned me.Moving through the mist, he extended his hand. A little more ... almost reached out ... Our palms are about to touch ... There is such a satisfied smile on her face. Happy, carefree. So I want to press Alliel to myself, hug, inhale a light floral scent. Remember what it's like. Her eyes shone with a piercing blue light.- I'm here! - responded, squeezing her fragile hand. - I'm with you.- You are not with me.
“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
As a result of the conversation, it became clear why Nitro is so careful with the dead. The nearest spawn for him is already in the city. The hero has already settled down here, rides almost like cheese in butter. And the headman loves him, and the girls do not deprive him of attention. Although after the incident with an unwanted pregnancy, they "cooled off to the dog." And then the farmer's stupefied daughter died in childbirth along with the baby. Although "health was strong." And the girl herself is "not skinny." After that, the charm of Nitro was shaken.- Tell me, Fox, have you killed many monsters? - Nekna, tipsy, asked."Not really," I waved my hand vaguely. - I saw different ones. I even saw a huge worm. Like several houses. He had a lot of hands.- And killed?- Friends helped.The evasive answer completely convinced the girl.- Eh, if someone killed the dead ... they have been getting us for the third month already. They roam the yards. They scare everyone.- Only scare?-
The hero tried to resist, but the pain weakened us both. And I was still in a good position. A blow with the base of the hilt to the temple nevertheless overtook the Recognized One. After that, he became more accommodating.Having tied a knot on the reduced hands, he cut the excess. He looked imperturbably at the peasant woman sliding down from the stove. What was her name there? No... No?.. Fuck.“There are dead people in the street,” I reminded him. - You can run away from me. I won't even catch it. But where will you go then?- What are you going to do? asked the peasant woman, frightened.“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you,” smiling, he beckoned to him with the tip of a knife. - Come on.Poraskinuv brains, the girl timidly approached. A rough rope tied her hands.- Sit near the stove, warm yourself. They broke down the door to me, the draft was unpleasant.Even obeyed. Didn't argue. Well done.Returning to Nitro, he searched his pockets. Empty. But he could not come empty-handed. He u
I got a nice horse. The first days of the trip went smoothly. The cart, loaded imperceptibly for the animal, rolled smoothly. The only annoying thing was that there were no inns along the way, no villages. It felt like we were going to the end of the world. All around the plains gave way to forests, and all of them were so bright and colorful that the soul could not get enough of it. Bread was eaten, they ate only meat and berries. The horse grazed regularly, without showing any anxiety. Kind, like a well-fed cat, and affectionate - like a bygone spring. She unharnessed calmly, did not bite, did not kick. Only sometimes she moved her muzzle impatiently, as if asking when they would free her from the collar and a bunch of belts. At first, it was unusual for me to mess around with all this harness, but the experienced Chanterelle quickly taught me all the subtleties and tricks.Stopping for the night in the evening, I quickly released Solka (that was the name of the horse) and, gently s
- And then - hot in the mouth did not contribute to eloquence.Swallowing, he blew on the meat. Continued:- Mages who desecrate graves usually have a lot of Abandonment. And since Nitro feels the karma of people, what prevents him from going through all the houses in the village?“He did this,” Chanterelle answered in bewilderment. “That’s why I thought it was your fault.- And you believed, hanging your ears, - nodding, he bit off this time smaller to continue talking. - And the fact that I have not spent two days in the village is already the tenth question. Yes?“Nitro said you were most likely responsible.- And who will ask me? - theatrically looked around, from which Solka raised her head with interest. - Where are my defenders?Chanterelle did not answer, continuing to fry the meat.- I think if they hadn't rushed to slaughter me like a partridge, - I waved my stick, - then I could deal with the issue of the dead. I myself was wondering who played there so much and why. But Ni
"You're persecuting me," said a silent man standing next to Nemka.- Don't drive! - the blond, ignoring the weapon in my hands, turned to his comrades. - Exactly Dehra!- With your permission, - I coughed, - are we fighting or what? My name is Lis.- Fox? .. - the blond turned to me. Narrowed his eyes. No, you are Dehra. Don't fool my head. I heard about you. Yes, everyone has heard of you!This bastard cut my stomach! Nemka complained. - Let's cut him to death!- Kill Dehra? - the fourth viciously poked the fat man on the shoulder. “Maybe we can chop off the hell for you?” It's a Hero! What's the point of cutting him off?- What's happening? - I asked in bewilderment, slightly lowering the weapon. - What would you like? And who are you anyway? Heroes?"No, not Heroes," the blond waved him off. - I'm Nick. These are my friends.- What makes you think I'm Dehra? - cautiously specified.- Yes, because! A lot of people know about you. You have the Demon Guild. The Outcasts are accepted t
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