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
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
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
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
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
Fight in the air.From lunch, Mark returned to the game under a suspiciously intense pitching of an overly capricious trough and a whistle of the wind in a tattered sail.Alas, but the eyes that instantly widened in alarm did not add clarity.All the Persians continued to lie serenely on the deck where the players had thrown them. But the sister's little dog, like a real circus performer, famously balanced on the steering wheel, deftly turning over with his little paws. The critically taut sail signaled that they were rushing through the sky at the highest possible speed.The mysteriousness of the situation began to unnerve more and more. And questions just burst like a fountain.Mark reasonably doubted that the bot could simply disobey his sister's orders like that. Something serious must have happened.And this is something serious he discovered overboard. Spiked elongated muzzles, light brown in color, left no doubt. They were followed by a whole flock of winged beasts.Wyverns fou
The world welcomes you! said a beautiful, deep female voice.It was the first thing I heard when I woke up, while I was in space, at least that's how I imagined it: the surrounding blackness, which seemed voluminous and endless, distant winking stars, a scattering of luminous gas clouds - this is a bewitching sight but it didn't last long at all. The world around me began to spin, and I ended up in a room. Small, with an area of three meters by two, but bright. Large window, white ceiling and apparently whitewashed, log walls and wooden floor, surprisingly smooth. The furniture included good quality chairs and a table. On one of these chairs sat a man, he was offhand about thirty years old, well-built brunette, direct look, proud profile, you look like from the cover of a magazine.“Good afternoon, Mark Viktorovich,” he began, “you probably don’t feel at ease, let me explain everything. My name is Nikifor Ivanovich Gromov. I am a representative of the Mir company. How are you feeli
I really liked this way of posing the question, although I assumed that it would be difficult. For starters, Sergei sent me for a jog around the village; it was funny to look at the faces of other players: since this is a starting village, and the game does not imply the creation of a new character, it can be said with confidence that there are only beginners, maximum instructed by experienced friends. And besides, these incomprehensibly elongated faces, they say, what for this moron rushes about like mad, and without any business, but waved their hand - they went to beat the rabbits of the first level in order to quickly raise the level and get out of the boring initial loka. It was hard to run, the energy squandered just instantly. For her speedy recovery, Sergei ordered to drink water at the beginning of the day, and after dinner he gave a glass of milk, and I ran, already pouring milk as fuel,At about four o'clock in the afternoon, when milk began to flow from the ears and stamin