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Subtotal or what to do next.Falling out into the blinding light, the team desperately screwed up their eyes, which had become accustomed to the dim lighting of the dungeons.- Let there be light! groaned Sionel, blissfully stretched out on the soft silky grass at the entrance.“Woof,” Ty said, urging him not to relax and to follow him.– Lisa, why didn’t you put a speech block on your bot? Tark couldn't resist. He was beginning to realize how much easier it would be if his sister's bot could talk to them instead of just barking.You think I didn't try? Lisa snapped suddenly. - Nothing works. And what is the problem - I will not understand.“Hmm,” his brother said in surprise, but did not comment. It was clear from her sister's voice that she was offended by this. And he understood her. What kind of specialist is she after that if she cannot solve such a simple problem?But Sionel could not remain silent by default.“Strange,” he decided not to hide the depth of his insight. - The bot
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Nothing goes smoothly.…- Give me a grain! boomed the old man's magically amplified voice as soon as he was informed that the lock had been broken from the secret underground passage. - Full combat readiness!“But, Sir Ruald, the graan hasn't had time to recharge since the last time,” his secretary tried to protest.The fugitives didn't get far. The charge should be enough,” Iskin disagreed, opening the door to his office.No one else dared to argue with him. And ten minutes was enough for the colossus to soar into the sky from the top tower.The silver likeness of a huge bird of prey was the latest development of imperial magicians. Graan glided like a silent shadow over the palace, spreading his wings in the air. Due to the lack of charge, they looked like a gray shadow that enveloped the body of a huge bird.Graan, slowly picking up speed, floated through the air towards the river.“If we don’t have enough energy, we will fall down and completely ruin the graan,” the staff magicia
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Hit, hit like that.…Is that what I think? Sionel looked around curiously.Or rather, it was Nick himself. Sionel's face fell off like autumn leaves. Growth immediately decreased, and the face became young and perky. And there was not an ounce of elf in him. In short, Nick became himself. Except in a funny virgin white children's set: a T-shirt plus shorts.- Watch out! - a piercing female cry sharply ripped through the ears and a neon-blue ebike with a slender beauty on its back, in a bright blue-black overalls, whistled past the friends.In surprise, the team succumbed back, tightly pressed against the wall. The portal threw them onto an observation deck at the very top of an unrealistically high skyscraper. These were simply not built on Earth.Consciousness understood that this was another virtual world. That's just the awareness of this fact did not prevent the senses from responding to what is happening, as to reality.And for consciousness, a strong piercing wind whistled very
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Stubborn old man or how to cheat Iskin.But they returned to the Erkling Empire in complete darkness.- What the hell? Nick howled as someone leaned on him and knowingly crushed his leg.It's good that this someone was not as big as Mark. But this someone, as if compensating for a mistake in dimensions, additionally from the heart drove his limb into the stomach, forcing the poor fellow to gasp, choking on his own scream.The pain instantly twisted into three deaths and Nick felt that he was falling over. Hands stretched out in search of support. But for some reason, the support itself strove to fall, and it was precisely on the long-suffering carcass of Nick himself.Only Nick did not like this alignment at all. Enough of the fact that he is already cringing with pain. The hands took on a life of their own, frantically fumbling for better support. In response, there was an indignant female squeal.Suddenly flashed light impudently betrayed all the secrets of the darkness. The feisty
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And again continues ... running.“Get the map,” Ehan demanded. “First, we need to decide which portal to return to Arkoland.His remark was worthwhile.Planning ahead, the friends proceeded from the fact that they would return to the palace in Medalia, from where their binding began. But alas, the binding is for that and the binding. The portal that brought them back took them to the outskirts of the city.Tark had no doubt that now they were in the same house in which they left Sir Ruald with his guards in another version of the Medal.The unfolded map immediately clarified everything. Unlike the previous Medal, which refused to show their location on the map, this one immediately shone with blue dots in the northwest of the city.Not a minute passed before everyone groaned in unison. The area, unfortunately, was teeming with mobs, reflected on the map as red dots. Plus, for complete happiness, a couple of brown ones.- Well, how do we break through? – Sionel was upset more than the
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Recoil with a delay.Mark took off his neurohelmet and lay there with his eyes closed for a while. He couldn't believe that everything worked out. Crazy crazy day."Not. It must be the same, - thoughts were spinning in my head. - Wherever they have been. The main thing now is not to be kicked out of the competition, ”he gloomily reminded himself of the possible consequences of their accidental dropping out of the game and put the helmet aside with a sigh.It was time to move on to dinner and recover.That's just the first thing he met, opening the door of his room, this hated face.The impact immediately knocked Mark back into the room and the Marauder pinned him against the wall and growled:“Think about the consequences, you moron, before you do anything. - And pulling Mark well by the shoulders, he forced his head to painfully kiss the back of his head against the wall. - It's for starters. The rest is waiting for you outside this building. Wait, freak.His sixes behind him grinned
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Morning is never good.In the game, Tark woke up far from the first. Fox and Oris were already twittering overhead. The girls lay on the bed. While the guys in a gentlemanly way settled on the floor.“I ordered breakfast,” Lisa sang happily when she saw her brother open his eyes.- When did you have time? he growled, flexing his stiff muscles. To his surprise, the Persian on the floor clearly did not like sleeping.“Yes, you are late,” Fox remarked cheerfully.“Why, you are too cheerful,” the brother muttered gloomily, not seeing a reason for fun.“Yeah,” the little sister easily agreed, cheerfully shaking Tai by his long ears. - In the city of Buki and Tsark from my team. So I'm not alone now.Will you go with them? ' Tark said gloomily. This arrangement did not suit him at all.- Why? The girl shrugged nonchalantly. - We can do it all together.- Cool! – it was already Sionel, who managed to hear the last couple of phrases. “We also have replenishment,” he boasted, rising from the f
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Fish for fishlessness and cancer.“Hmmm,” Sionel said in confusion, looking at this miracle.He had something to compare. They flew with Sir Ruald in his arung just yesterday. It was definitely a flying ship. And this?...And the team was inclined to agree with him.And will it fly? Tark didn't try to hide his sarcasm.“It's more like a flying raft,” Ehan supported his friends.The flimsy construction, made of tied logs and a patched-patched sail, only made it laughable.But in their situation, they absolutely did not want to laugh. Let this be a game. But she has her own laws. And they can’t get to the capital on foot in one day.Do you need beauty or functionality? Buki reasonably noticed, while the magician Zheur pursed his lips in an offended manner.The masculine mistress came to him yesterday and desperately bargained with him. But Zheur firmly stood his ground.And here she is again, and this time with boorish reinforcements.“If they think that they can take it away with force