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"Don't tell Plinto!"- Why? she asked.“Because today we still have to go to the Tomb with Ehkiller,” I answered, turning to the exit.She grabbed my hand and turned me around.- Why she? she demanded.- Why not? I shrugged.But you don't love her! she reproached me."Flute," I said, "who are you?"She fell silent and pouted, and I went to gather people on a campaign. We had five days of farming ahead of us. Plinto told me that Anastarii and Barsine had marked out on the map an area around the Tomb where they were forbidden to go. When the Angels removed them, they also took down 10 levels for them, and for a player of the Anastaria level, this was a terrible loss. Now Phoenix would take anyone in raids to the Tomb, but not these two - 10 levels, when you yourself are above 300 - this is a lot of money. The funny thing is that we managed by morning - the path was already beaten, I knew what to do. Plus, I now had an Uber Zombie. In all seriousness. In the line "Race" near my ponytail
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“Well, I went,” Calathea chuckled, releasing my elbow. Thank you for a nice evening and hope to see you next week!“Have a nice day,” I replied.- Yes, what a day! she waved her hand. - I'm going to sleep! — and disappeared in the flash of the portal. I summoned Viltrax, and we found ourselves in the castle.Flute, please let me go! I asked.“I’ll let you go now, and you’ll go and do stupid things!” she disagreed.“I won’t,” I promised.- What a fool! she muttered. - You'd better do it! And then you keep it all...“If I didn’t hold it, I would be waving a pick in the mines now!” I objected.The flute let me go, walked around in front and looked into my eyes.— Don't hang your nose, Shaman! she asked quietly. - Still forming!“I know,” I nodded. “But that takes time. I'll go, Flute.“At the weekend, I take it you won’t be here?” she squinted at Shilopopuya.“No, it won’t,” I replied.She sighed and I pressed the exit button. Having got out of the capsule, I climbed into the shower, whe
Path of the Shaman 26
The morning after the end of the first week of wild pandemonium in the Tomb, alternately with the Phoenix, the Legion, Crius and Calathea, I returned, having completely forgotten about the previous acquisition, and almost jumped on the throne when I heard the voice of the Flute from the next room:- And I'm looking at your eggs!I went to see what she was doing there. The zombie crawled around one of the eggs, scanning every millimeter of the surface.- I'll go to the yard, I'll watch the arrangement of the landfill! I told her.- Yes! she replied. - If you are going to do something interesting - do not forget me!I got into a routine. Well, how - I got busy ... There, even without me, everything was fine. The only thing is that in some rooms there was no access lock without me or Plinto. But I heeded Plinto's request almost immediately, and as a result, only I had full access to almost all the functions of the castle. Of course, I also ruled out Anastaria.In general, for half an hou
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“Talent search,” he explained. “When you had information technology with global cloud-connected server projects, we began to attempt to infiltrate your networks in order to obtain computing resources to restore our ship simulator. Very soon it turned out that this task is not trivial in essence. And then there was Barliona. The main difference between Barliona and its predecessors was its "liveness". The imitators acted not only with exceptional intelligence, but also in many cases showed pronounced emotions. Our analysis suggests that Barliona is a symbiosis of mind and artificial intelligence.“Having understood this, even at the dawn of the project, we infiltrated it under the guise of non-player characters, distributed pieces of the code of our Simulator around Barliona and began to wait for daredevils who could repair our ship’s brain. It became clear that just a person is not enough for this, special talents in the psychic field are needed. After analyzing our needs, we created
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With a terrifying roar, a huge portal opened in the clouds, in which the Dragon appeared. Renox looked around and swooped down on the artifact like a stone. With all my might, flapping my wings, I rushed to intercept him.- Father! I shouted. - Father! Renox!He stopped and hovered in the air, noticing me and Drakosha."What are you doing here, son?" he asked when I was next to him. Why are you interfering? You know you can't stop me!"I'm not going to, father!" - I said. “But I can help. I think I can make Geranica unable to use the Heart of Chaos.“Not the time for your games, son,” Renox replied. “I have to do it and I will.The dragon blocked his path.“Listen to your brother, father! he asked. Let your son save you!Renox stopped again and looked at me.“I have grown up, father,” I said. “You must trust me.“Good,” he agreed. - What do you want to do?"I can't tell you yet," I replied. “But I need you to drive Geranika away from the Heart of Chaos. Then I'll do something with him
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The crowd of servants of the Darkness still chased us. My throat must have already overheated from the constant flames on the Fourth Acceleration, as I began to experience pain like a sore throat. I stopped and, having cleared the circle with a flame, again tried to take the Tarantula in its paws. He wrapped his limbs around mine, once again confirming my opinion that he had, rather, tentacles there, and I was finally able to soar into the air. There was very little time left, and I turned on the acceleration in order to get to the border with Cadiz faster. As soon as we flew over the black river, I immediately went downhill, as the counter was already counting down the last minute. Putting the Tarantula on the grass, I turned into a man.- Pa-a-am! the earth shook, and a transparent dome surrounded me.I was completely exhausted, and so I just sat on the grass, unable to do anything. I started scribbling a message in the clan chat."[Mahan] I'm two kilometers west of Cadiz"The answe
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I looked around. The people in the camp were busily preparing for the battle ahead of us in three hours. The leaders of the groups discussed options, talked with the fighters, someone carried some utensils, someone checked the equipment, some approached the artisans present here for repairs. Helfire stood ten meters away and bored me with his small eyes. Catching my eye, he spectacularly ran the ax across my throat, which, in principle, should have frightened me, but His Majesty Chance intervened in the matter, - well, maybe some kind of Spirit, how can I know, I don’t even shamanized! - and the supertank gurgled with blood, causing a stream of red damage numbers falling to the ground and a fuss of healers. To be honest, I didn’t understand why I was called so early, or even the reasons for my participation in the raid, especially since there weren’t any legendaries foreseen.“We are already talking, Anastaria the Great!”- Stop it, please! Can we talk like a human being?I sighed.—
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— A commendable aspiration, Shaman! You are looking for it in the wrong place, at least, but ask and do not delay - you will receive an answer to one question."Any one?" almost escaped my tongue. I think we've been through this before...“How can I defeat Geranika, Great Ones?” - I asked exactly the question that now most of all worried my consciousness, which had flown away from the floating body, I don’t understand where.“It is not strength that breaks strength, but Light conquers Darkness,” was my answer. Finally I understood everything!Thanks, Great Ones! - I said.— Come again, Shaman! - and I'm back in the water, staring into the darkness in an attempt to see what it doesn't know.Well, to hell with him! The main thing is that I don’t get carried into Tartarus, otherwise there will be a barbecue ... from me! I made sure that my position was quite stable, and I would not suddenly roll over face down, and fell asleep again.I woke up because my legs rested on something, and I b