“Yes, and there are no people here, at five in the morning ...” - he summed up.In addition, it turned out that there were no more goblins on the floor and, perhaps, everything that had happened to Yura was a dream. Moreover, there was no puddle of black blood spread across the floor. Only a broken ax and two pairs of small crystals dispelled doubts about the reality of night events. The young man picked up four small regular-shaped balls from the floor, two red and two blue, studied them for a long time, and then put them in a bag.In the meantime, it was finally dawn on the surface. Standing under the gap, Yura saw that the corridor leading to the unexplored part of the dungeon was not blocked, and after ten meters it sharply turns somewhere to the side.Moving from contemplation to action, he began to move towards the unknown. After the turn, I had to slowly step over in pitch darkness about twenty meters. It got a little creepy. After all, this is the first dungeon in his life. Re
In the next room, there was no break in the wall, which is why we had to move along the central corridor.Vigilantly peering into every centimeter of the turn, the young man passed three more boxes of rooms in the outer ring.“In general, if I were the monsters, I would have smelled my “carcass” long ago,” he thought. - I smell like a garbage truck after yesterday. Something is clearly not right here. Maybe it's the skills I've acquired?For such reflections and shudders from the rustles, which he mainly produced himself, Yura passed somewhere half the circle, if taken from the place where the monsters were sitting. From time to time he heard them grumbling, but not because of the dangerous proximity, but because the sounds in this place spread quite well. At some point, the way forward began to seem unpromising to him. After all, continuing to move in this way, he will very soon come out to an undesirable company, or even visit a "crocodile", which could already complete his business
The young man got up, settled down on the fifth point, and then carefully shook out the chain mail rolled into a roll from the bag. Following her, a black cylinder fell on the stones, which looked like a large lipstick, however, a stone one.The chain mail looked wonderful: the metal fiber rolled over the hands like a noble matter, the rings were small, densely woven. I couldn't even believe the armor was real.“The color is like my mother’s platinum brooch. Looks like some fantasy metal."But here a strange thought came into the head of the hitman. Although not at all strange, but very practical.“Yes, hell, I’ll drag her to the city, if she’s not strong, nevermind!”Yura pulled out a dagger and, with all his little foolishness, jabbed the blade into the bundle of fiber that lay on the stone in front of him. What he immediately universally regretted. No, nothing special happened. The dagger did not go through the armor like butter, nor did it rebound from the magic put on magical art
Approaching the next passage, Yura found himself in front of the entrance to a copy of the first room, where the dungeon ended. It turned out to be much more interesting here: along the walls there were a couple of barrels, several large pot-bellied bottles of cloudy glass, different-sized bales, multi-colored stone tiles, furniture elements and several broken cart wheels. Bundles of unknown herbs hung on the walls, and a wooden box bound in rusty iron, though without a lid, caught my eye. Everything except the barrels looked time-worn, and was probably taken from places abandoned by people.Suddenly, there was a distinct rustle behind him.Yura turned around. Behind him, quite close, stood a large goblin of his own height. The hit man screamed, and he wanted to wave the ax away, not to hit, but just to wave it away, but he did not have time. The goblin quickly closed the distance and grabbed Yurina's weapon arm with his hand. His other hand, with the force of a metal vise, clasped th
Genghis Khan stopped. Along with him, the enemy also stopped, which had been following him for many hours under the sand of the desert.However, the man walking along the lifeless dunes stopped not at all because of the monster that had been chasing him for many hours in a row. Let the enemy be strong and cunning, but no, Genghis is ready to attack at any moment and without any stops. Another thing happened - something important: he received a new task, or the status of the current one changed.The light around him seemed to pulse, increasing in brightness to the rhythm of the beating of the heart. But this is just an illusion, a cunning effect, persistently hinting at the need to urgently look into the status window. That's just close your eyes now, oh how it's not worth it. After all, the enemy has not yet attacked for only one reason, he - Genghis Khan has long been level 100 and exudes a very noticeable aura of strength, which clearly hints that attacking him in the forehead is a
- Why not mess around? - blurted out a confused Yura.- With his fate ... - the visitor suddenly stated sternly. And for some reason he pointed with his hand to the road, from around the corner of which a remarkable procession began to crawl out.Yura glanced in the direction of the gesture and was forced to hold his gaze, because there was something to look at. A real cortege consisting of horse-drawn carts and carriages rode along the road. Ahead marched an equestrian column of ten knights in sparkling armor. Behind this ten, on soft springs, a lacquered brown carriage swayed, clearly reinforced. Another group of cavalry warriors followed the carriage, but it was not yet possible to discern their number behind the carriage blocking the view.The young man returned his questioning look to the bearded man. Alas, there was no one to explain the meaning of what was said: the bearded man seemed to have fallen through the ground.“Well, first flickering, then hallucinations,” the hitman t
The young man groaned and began to pull chain mail out of his bag. Seeing the gleaming metal sheet, the knights behind whispered. And the man and the girl were clearly impressed.Yura took out the armor not to show off: just holes appeared in the bag after the last adventures, and he was afraid that his trophies would be confused. Therefore, small prey for reliability was folded into a larger one. Unfolding the chain mail, the hitman took out a shiny case from it, from which, in turn, took out a carcibel and stones of mental power.Here Yura was visited by a thought, under the influence of which he looked suspiciously around those present.“But will my trophies be taken away from me? ..”No one was in a hurry to take anything away from him, but only patiently and hopefully looked at his actions.- Is that enough? - he handed the grey-haired man the largest carcibel bead left over from the female goblin, not forgetting in the process to steal a glance at the girl, who, as he immediatel
Genghis Khan stopped. Along with him, the enemy also stopped, which had been following him for many hours under the sand of the desert.However, the man walking along the lifeless dunes stopped not at all because of the monster that had been chasing him for many hours in a row. Let the enemy be strong and cunning, but no, Genghis is ready to attack at any moment and without any stops. Something else happened - something important: he received a new task, or the status of the current one changed.The light around him seemed to pulse, increasing in brightness to the rhythm of the beating of the heart. But this is just an illusion, a cunning effect, persistently hinting at the need to urgently look into the status window. That's just close your eyes now, oh how it's not worth it. After all, the enemy has not yet attacked for only one reason, he - Genghis Khan has long been level 100 and exudes a very noticeable aura of strength, which clearly hints that attacking him in the forehead is a