After walking a few meters, he stopped out of sight of the monster, whose visibility of vision reduced its range, and sank to the ground. The further path will have to be crawled. This mode of transportation was not convenient. Since the grass fell behind the collar, tickled the chin, pricked the bare stomach, when the jacket was pulled up, from an awkward movement. It was difficult to breathe under the rag, and the stench made me want to constantly sneeze and rub my eyes, which never stopped watering. Yes, and the constant flapping of huge wings overhead strained. He heard screams of pain and the sounds of falling bodies heard from the side or above him, but the most infuriating thing about his plan was that he did not see at all what was happening above him. He had only to rely on his comrades and crawl, crawl. What he did. Slowly, but getting closer to the goal.He drew the sword from the sheath even when he was flattened on the ground, trying to merge with the grass, but now the p
Staying here was tantamount to suicide, the fire was everywhere, burning. Sparks rained down, threatening to set fire to clothes. Everything seemed to be on fire, every part of his long-suffering body was engulfed in flames, although he understood that this only seemed to be due to the heat surrounding him. There was no desire to fight, but Claude was not used to giving up so quickly, if he had given up so easily, he would have died long ago, but he wanted to live. Slightly rising, he tried to crawl away, hissing from the pain in the burnt palms, which did not escape the meeting with the flames, but nothing came of it. The weight pressing down on him from above seriously pressed him to the surface, not allowing him to budge. "I won't die here!" - the guy growled, feeling how bright flowers begin to bloom before his eyes, blooming with a lack of oxygen, and the nasty darkness is already clouding his consciousness. He wanted so badly to give up and let himself fall asleep. Shaking h
- We did it! he said, not recognizing his own voice, which sounded hoarse and low.“You really are crazy Claude,” Rolk said thoughtfully, in spite of his friend. - You understand that we almost went crazy with fear for you when you rushed back into the fire. For me to agree to your plan at least once, my nerves are not enough. Abnormal.- What else was left for me when the set fire rags did not take up, extinguished by the wind. I had to use a different tool, but I slightly did not calculate its power.- You didn’t calculate it, you say ... You yourself look at what you have turned this place into.Gently turning towards the former nesting place, Claude was speechless in surprise. The place where the nest was no longer existed, and everything the fire managed to reach, too, and its all-consuming arms turned out to be very long. A few meters around the place where he took an unequal battle with the creatures attacking him, lay a black burnt desert, on which nothing would grow for many,
НАЗАД1...91011 ВПЕРЕДКогда плот все-таки причалил к берегу, они с облегчением выбрались на сушу, после такой экстремальной переправы, окружающий ливень показался им лёгким неудобством. А на берегу их уже ждала повозка, заправленная двумя лошадьми, с крытым верхом и зашторенными окнами, представляя собой довольно сумрачное зрелище, но зато она внушала надежду хоть ненадолго, но укрыться от вездесущей воды, которая была всюду. Так что не сопротивляясь и ни о чем не спрашивая они в компании Арена забрались в повозку, места было мало, но в тесноте было даже теплее. Сидеть так прижавшись друг к дружке, чувствуя дыхание товарищей, сидящих рядом, навевало необычные ощущения. За все время пути никем не было не произнесено ни слова, даже Арен, несмотря на вопрос горящий в глазах, постеснялся их спрашивать о чем-либо, видимо их внешний вид говорил все за них. Тряся и подкидывая повозка везла их недолго, вскоре слегка дернувшись затормозила и остановилась. Когда они выбрались из повозки, их
Claude didn't know how long he slept, surrendering to the will of sleep, for the first time in a long time allowing himself to sleep as much as he could. Tired, exhausted body needed rest, and it was not every time that he had the opportunity to rest so calmly. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. An unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar house, last time he was very tired to look at the interior of the room, the main thing was that there was dinner, a bed and a bath. At that time, the most necessary details of the situation. Now, with a slightly cloudy look from sleep, he lazily glided over the expensive curtains that curtained the windows, a wide bed filled with expensive bed linen made of cool smooth silk and a huge fluffy carpet imitating someone's skin, but Claude had never met such an animal. I didn't want to get up at all.Rising briskly, he gracefully walked into the bathroom, where the clothes he had washed were drying, which had already dried well. Without hesitation, the guy got dres
- Unfortunately this is not possible. The road for carriages from our side was blocked until the "plague" passed. After all, they still do not know that the disease was caused by the tricks of monsters.- It's a pity.- I'm sorry I couldn't help you, but if you'll let me, I can write a cover letter for you. I still have contacts in the local guard and you will be allowed inside without difficulty.- From what? The boy furrowed his eyebrows.- Just. I still feel indebted to you, and this is a small thing that I can do for you. Moreover, it will not be difficult for me.- We will be grateful.- I do remember that the mercenaries in the capital are not easy. And so at least some help. - With these words, the mayor took out his writing utensils and began to painstakingly draw letters that form words, a short message. Which he handed over to Claude after a slight shake.- Thanks again. - Thanked Claude, accepting a piece of paper covered in neat small handwriting.- My pleasure. I think no
"What was that now?!" - Claude did not take his eyes off the girl in bewilderment. I looked and did not recognize. Her clothes remained the same, but her painted face and flowing hair with blades of grass and leaves stuck in them, coupled with huge eyes, gave her the image of a forest nymph, who did not at all resemble a teenage girl. Now looking at Daisyra somehow differently, he could note that she was no longer a child with the forms of an adult woman, skillfully hidden by clothes, now slightly unbuttoned, so that a pretty dimple peeked out near a slightly bony collarbone. The girl was beautiful.- Eek! I wanted ... - Daisyra muttered, but did not have time to finish, unexpectedly yawning. "And yet she is still quite a child!" - the guy drove away the obsession and grabbed the girl by the shoulders, gently shook her.- Daisy, you drank too much, now go and go to bed, otherwise tomorrow you will regret what you have done. - The man said in a measured, calm, but not tolerant of objec
- I'm afraid to scare away your people with my appearance! - Claude said with a wry smile and lowered his hood, barely, so that the burns that had not had time to leave his face could be seen. Now the guy was even grateful for the battle with the Sectroses.- Understood. Throw back. Sorry. - Said the man, whose voice began to sound much softer. As if he knew firsthand what it was like to have external ugliness.- Thanks. We have a message from the mayor of Stanburg and his personal accompanying letter.- From old Diaz.- Yes.- How is he? - the guard clarified, looking through the message of the mayor of Stanburg.- When we left him, he began to look much more cheerful than when we met.- Yes, he described your merits. Come on in.- Thanks to. Can you tell me the north street from the north gate, where we should turn.- Go through the gate, on the left there will be a turn for you there, the third street will be yours. Have a good day. - With a smile, the guard returned the note to Cl