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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
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The same sandy beach as the one on which I found the boat, only much wider. At least, I could not see the opposite walls - neither the one that, in theory, should approach the water from the far side of the beach, nor the one that was on the opposite side from the water. A fire burned thirty meters from me. That is, of course, it didn’t burn - it was a specialized artifact “Pioneer Dawn”, produced by the clan “Grandchildren of Ilyich”, which took up very little space in the bag, and when taken out, it looked like a two-meter-high stack of firewood. It required a very low mana charge to activate and could burn for four hours non-stop, granting light, heat, and heat-related buffs. In general, an artifact of the legendary level and the corresponding price. Its production required a special skill, pumped up to level 300, the skill itself could only be obtained by a druid player only as a result of a very intricate quest that the player completed for a year and a half, and all this time th
Path of the Shaman 33
I thought for a while about whether I should return for one of the underground wanderers, but then I decided that the remaining ten minutes to rescue one of them would not be enough for me, and I could take a break from the dungeons. I still need to get out. Fortunately, this task was not so difficult - I finally had a chat and mail, and after some half an hour I was dragged upstairs by a joyful Plinto.- Wow! - he said. - Shilopopaya, of course, said that you fell through the ground, but I didn’t fully believe it. Listen, what's down there? he asked with curiosity in his voice.“Reroll,” I replied.Plinto immediately turned pale, and his enthusiasm for asking questions diminished. Someone flew into my back from behind, almost sending me back into the ill-fated hole again. Small palms, covered with cadaverous spots and platinum-diamond ligature, firmly clung to the torso, preventing her from moving. I sighed."Flute," I called.- I am so glad to see you! - she said.“But I can’t answe
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“You are in a good mood today, Mahan. Pleasant evening? she teased.“As if you weren’t peeking!” I had to close my eyes as Moonface turned the floor I was staring at into a mirror, and I almost got caught seeing a bit more under her skirt than I should have...- I have nothing to do - spy on how you have fun with three girls - she laughed. - The goddess does not peep, she contemplates, and nothing can hide from her gaze.— Pf-f-f! I said indignantly.“Well, not all the time,” she corrected herself. — Only in the most interesting moments.- Why? I asked dumbfounded.“I must make sure that my Hero does not shame himself in battle, even if the battlefield is covered not with grass, but with sheets and pillows!” she laughed again.Yes, she's having fun!— Not much, Shaman! she agreed, and her voice suddenly became serious: “And where is the one who swore an oath to you?” Why can't I see her with you? Don't lie to me, Mahan! she warned my attempt to back off, and the menacing voice made my
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My email address is shaman.mahan@barliona.corpIf you want to get out, let me know. I warn you in advance - the rescue service is not free. If you have nothing to lose, except for twenty levels and a holey shirt, feel free to delete the character.Sincerely,Shaman MahanPS The torch burns so brightly as long as it is mine. You should be greedy and touch it - and it will become an ordinary torchStill the sameShaman Mahan"Komrad Che squinted at the impromptu poster, but said nothing. Reptil came up, who had already collected his belongings in a bag.- Mahan, mind you, I'm the first!- Why is this? Komrad Che was indignant.— But because! Reptil grinned.“I suggest you settle this dispute with the old-fashioned method,” I intervened.— What is it? Komrad Che was surprised.What are you thinking, Mahan? Reptil grinned.I pointed to the rock- Here!- What - here? - he asked.“Here is the wall,” I replied. - As in a pioneer camp, who is higher ... You don’t have to fight ...The compet
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There was no specific time assigned to me, and I arrived at the Shaman Council already well after noon. The morning raid, which was originally a gamble, fell apart, and I did not find anything better than to go to the appointed ceremony. When I appeared on the already familiar site, at first I did not recognize this once solemn place. Now it looked more like a massacre after a corporate celebration in a very narrow circle. Suddenly, the image before my eyes blurred, turning into a set of blurry spots.Attention, you are in the 18+ zoneSome members of your team are not included in this category. We suggest that you immediately remove them from the location, or you will be penalized by the Administration. You have 60 seconds.59…58…57…I looked back at Flute. She turned bluish-yellow in annoyance and nearly bit her lip off."Flute," I called."Yes, I'm coming," she answered grimly. - They threaten me with a reroll here.Here's the smart one! When she disappeared in the flash of the p
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The accumulation of Spirits made the air so dense that it seemed impossible to breathe. The spirits picked up Shilopopa and me and practically carried us towards the opened gorge. I felt that I was in some kind of fog, and the eyes of my companion, on the contrary, burned with excitement.- Really, great? she asked me. “Moments like this are what I play for.I smiled at her."Where to now, Guide?"Before that, we walked as if in a cloud, and could only see each other and the path two meters in front of us. Now the space in front of us has cleared, as if we had entered a clearing covered with a perfectly even - blade of grass to blade of grass - carpet of greenery. In the middle of the clearing stood a fairly large hut, at one glance at which the word “wigwam” that didn’t tell me anything popped up in my head from somewhere. Shilopopaya let go of my hand and went to the entrance to throw aside the skin covering it, at least a mammoth. I made a clumsy attempt to get her ahead of me, but
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"Greetings, Harbinger!" The Supreme Spirits hovered over me. Have you come to ask your question?“No, Supreme,” I bowed. “Just pay your respects.“Even though you don’t have a question,” the Underworld Spirit said in a completely unsolemn tone, “we will answer you anyway.” If you want to see , there is absolutely no point in climbing so high into the Astral. A couple of levels below is quite suitable for this.A pillar of white light appeared next to me.— Tavia? I asked.- Well, you're worried! Flute said angrily. - Everywhere you see your princesses! Is that you, Mahan? she suddenly remembered. Indeed, I somehow had no doubt that I looked human, but it seems that I, like the Spirit of the Flute, now look like a pillar of light.“Greetings, Supreme,” she addressed the Spirits.“And hello to you, future Harbinger!” they responded kindly."Flute," I called. - We are not here, but a couple of levels below.In a couple of days we already confidently sent our Spirits to any Astral level a