The road is slowly going up. The air is getting cooler, although the sun is shining brightly. The sky is piercing blue, it seems like a huge ocean, frozen overhead and ready to collapse with all the mass of water.Habitual deciduous trees have long been replaced by conifers. The cool air and the sharp smell of pine needles are an unusual and invigorating combination. This place would be perfect for the base of some wellness center.Suddenly I noticed something white on the left. Looking closer, I saw that bones were peeking out of the ground under the tree. A frost ran down my back, because with a chill I realized that these were the remains of a person.These rabbits are level five and are more dangerous than wolves. Of course, I fought with more difficult opponents, but it's better to be careful with these rabbits.- Oh, I would have a holy grenade, - I whispered and moved on.Before I had gone a few meters, I heard a slight rustle behind me. He turned around sharply. Three steps aw
Having torn off the skin, I set about the main element - fat. It is from the melted chrol fat that you can create a magic damage modifier enhancement potion. It is the least affected by chaos - which means it is less dangerous to consume and at the same time has powerful magical properties, due to the fact that the rabbit itself was exposed to chaos and mutated.I grabbed the knife a little more and cut off part of the meat, I had to peel it off. Chrol meat is covered with a green goo, and the veins of the muscles themselves cast a poisonous green color. Eating such meat is dangerous to health and is possible only after processing - long soaking in special liquids to remove most of the chaos. But according to Alast's words, it tastes like some kind of swamp mud after all these procedures. Of course, I didn’t ask how the alchemist knows what marsh mud tastes like - I just took my word for it.Fat gained ten kilograms - which is not so little. At least I have enough potions.Having pick
I was about to leave when I suddenly thought. Where did hroli come from anyway? Why are there creatures that have mutated under the influence of chaos? In principle, the answer is obvious - somewhere there is a source of chaos. It's strange that this thought didn't occur to me earlier.But if there is a source of chaos, then there is another dungeon somewhere? And these are mobs, objects and other goodies. It’s not that I would run to go through it right now, but it’s still worth knowing its location so that after swinging well and stocking up on items, try to clear at least the first levels. Maybe even gather a group again? .. No, I don’t even want to think about it yet.At a mental command, a map unfolded before my eyes. I am in a coniferous forest at the foot of a mountain range that separates the barony from the main kingdom, or rather in its northern part. There is a volcano in the southern part, where I will go later for salamanders. More precisely, not quite in the south - in t
Suddenly, there were sharp screams ahead. I hid. There was a crackle of broken branches and the already familiar squeak of hroles. The battle lasted several minutes, I heard clear commands, the whistle of arrows was heard, but soon everything calmed down.Looks like the guys figured it out.After waiting for a while, I moved on again. Now we need to be even more careful, because the tunnellers are on their guard and will probably shoot first, and then ask who is coming. Of course, with my health reserve, a couple of arrows are not fatal, but no one canceled the pain, and it’s unpleasant for me, even when a needle is injected into my shoulder during vaccination, not like getting an arrow between the eyes.I got to the battlefield a minute later. Five hroles are lying in different directions: all chopped and pierced with arrows. The ground is soaked with blood, so it feels like walking on mud after rain. Leaked from the monsters decently. Skins, by the way, are not touched. Apparently t
Gravity magic.Stone skin was applied automatically without the participation of consciousness, the body reacted by itself. It's like when someone swings, and you, without hesitation, throw up your hands for protection, although it is clear that they were not going to beat you, but only scare you. But there's nothing to be done, reflexes work, and only then you understand with your mind that all this is nonsense. However, in this case, as it turned out, my actions were justified.The tentacle rushed towards me, wanting to grab me. Lightning brightly lit up the area, struck a tentacle and, splitting into several thinner ones, entwined it like ivy. Everything happened quickly, I acted in a panic and belatedly realized that attacking with lightning while in the water was not a good idea.So when the lightning ran through the tentacle and flowed into the water, I felt like I was being pierced by a giant stake. All muscles contracted.Received 42 damage.I looked at the octopus, the number
Be that as it may, the meat of this overgrown octopus is quite healthy, but filled with chaos, so it requires processing. If I can find a otkor that is not chaotic, then its meat can certainly be used without processing.I started with tentacles. His meat is slimy, somewhat similar to jelly, only denser. The knife cuts the skin with great difficulty, although it is extremely sharp. I am sure that soon it will have to be sharpened again. In general, due to the fact that different monsters have skins of different strengths, the more dangerous the monster, the more difficult it is to cut it, or for cutting it will be required not ordinary knives, but knives made of more durable metal, or with some magical properties .I cut carefully, periodically looking at the entrance and listening to the sounds, but, apparently, the "zapadlo" decided to give me a break. Ripped the belly deeper, suddenly gasped. The innards fell out of the cut, and with them a small box. It is made of metal, which has
There is silence in the room, only occasionally it is broken by falling small pebbles or splashing drops of water falling from the ceiling and flopping into the mud. In general, the room is warm enough, but not stuffy - the temperature is comfortable, as if I were in my apartment.I looked at the time. 16:33. I should get out of the dungeon, I still have to walk at least three hours before the break. I think the hunters have already cleared the way, so there should be no problems with the passage through the dungeon. In addition, I now have a fairly powerful spell, so if I stumble upon an unfinished monster, I can fend for myself.I left the room with an otkor behind, returning to the room. Three exits lead from it: one on the right, another on the left, the third in the center. It remains to put a stone with the inscriptions: “you will go to the right, you will receive it in the forehead, to the left you will find treasures, but straight ahead you will find happiness”, as it was in a
- Stop, stop! I'm a player,” I shouted, raising my hands.I immediately sent them a link.The tension on the faces of the men did not disappear, but weakened.- What the hell are you doing here? asked the warrior with the sword and shield.In the meantime, several more people ran into the room. This is the same group of hunters that I met in the forest.- Stranger? asked a girl with short hair and a narrow, stern face.She is dressed in light armor and holds two one-handed axes in her hands.It is strange that they came without torches. Do they see anything at all? By the way, what if there is a potion that improves eyesight? It will be necessary to clarify later with Alast. It's a convenience not to use torches. Yes, and in my world such a potion would be appreciated.- I ran away from the hroles and fell into a hole. I found myself in a corridor. I walked along it and ended up here, - I answered.The warrior with the spear narrowed his eyes. He obviously doesn't believe me, but I do