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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
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A trough with a temper.Half an hour had not passed before Sionel whined:– Oh, those developers with their authenticity! he exclaimed, rubbing his cold hands. - The question is, who had to do such a low temperature at a height ?!The rest only smirked ironically, but nevertheless, they agreed. Alas, frost resistance was not provided for in the game - everyone began to freeze slowly.- Lisa, can we go down lower? - Tark could not stand not so much the cold as the tedious whining of his friend.Her sister frowned in concern.“Sorry, but if I try, I might unintentionally unbalance. Bear in mind that the fact that this trough flies is a great miracle.“Then don’t touch it,” her brother agreed with her arguments.And Sionel was bored. He sat for another five minutes, huddled up, like an unfortunate sparrow, until he was overwhelmed by a brilliant idea how to keep warm.“Tark, this is for me…” he hesitated. “Go where kings go on foot.” Persian watch out.And while no one came to his senses
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Last dinner.The dining room was two-thirds empty and unnaturally quiet. At best, the people were focused on their personal thoughts. At worst - gloomy and thoroughly depressed.There were practically no conversations. Is that sluggish remarks. And Mark understood them perfectly. He also did not want to talk about his misadventures, which were more than enough.Not all friends were sitting at the table this time.- Are there any dropouts? he asked as he started eating.“Victor for sure,” Rinat replied. Ralph is questionable. He hasn't been there yet. Maybe just delayed.But Ralph never showed up.But Rinat and Alex got to the capital. But as it turned out, everything was not easy there.“In short,” Rinat began to explain. “You can’t go to the king that easily. First, everyone who wants to give a gift must prove the purity of their intentions. And for this the player must go through a long corridor.- And what's wrong with that? Nick didn't understand. It didn't sound like it was scary