Path of the Shaman

8

- And mine is to protect ... And I can't protect anyone anymore, Mahan. At the same time, the debt, as I understand it, has not gone away.

- And I…

- Do not interrupt! And you... You, you know, just out of stubbornness do not want to admit it. So here's the third condition...

I realized that now I will find out why he pinned me. And I already knew for sure that he needed me and precisely for the sake of this third condition. And if I had not called him, he would have come himself. But before Ehkiller contacts me.

“In eight months, not earlier and not later, to the address that I will indicate to you, you will send a letter with an invitation to a date, addressing the girl with “you” and signing your game name. Further - as you know. One "but"...

I got it, Titan!

“Really, do you understand? — the giant loomed over me with all his carcass. - Truth?

- True true! I nodded.

- Well, I went!

"Give me back the spoon!"

- What spoon? For some reason Crius reached into his pocket, and then he came to his senses and shook his finger at me: “Joker!”

I waved my hand. The titan asked Viltrax to send him back, and I absentmindedly confirmed. This is some nonsense. Maybe I imagined it all? I pinched myself and winced. After installing the capsule in my hut, I had the option to limit the pain level, but I left one hundred percent. In remembrance and edification. So, Crius betrothed me to some girl - I strongly hope that at least not old and not terrible - because, in his opinion, I am honest and brave. If only I believed in it myself! And in exchange he offered me a plan on how I can become a reliable support for this girl. Damn pimp!

The most inconvenient thing about all this was that I also had to somehow subdue the Black Dragon. I went outside and sat by the pond, where a tiny dolphin squid was splashing about the size of a blue whale. I automatically tossed the fish to him and scratched between the smart little eyes. And even the message that followed could not rid me of black melancholy:

Taming Giant Squid 100%

Congratulations, you have tamed a giant squid

Reputation with all encountered factions +500

Reputation with Emperor of Malabar +5000

You are invited to a reception with the Emperor

You have become the owner of the ship "Giant squid dolphin" level 1

* * *

- It's here? I asked, looking around at the huge hole in the rock. Crius nodded grimly. The first time I saw my ally packed in armor and with weapons. He looked more than impressive. I was especially struck by the shield in his height, which he casually waved in front of my nose, as if not noticing how nervous I was every time the edge of the piece of iron whistled past the tip of my nose.

“Then go ahead!” I commanded.

Crius strapped his shield to his back and tucked his thumbs into his belt.

- Right behind you! he suggested.

Why these formalities? I objected. - Let it be you!

- Let it be you! Crius responded.

- No you!

- No you!

- Why me? I tried to appeal to logic.

- Why me? - It seemed to me for a long time that he was from Odessa.

This is your quest! - I said.

“My quest is to kill the Dragon, and you are also a Dragon!” the Titan retorted.

"Then let's blow my head off my shoulders and get this over with!" I replied irritably. Crius, who had driven himself into a trap, looked down at me like a sparrow looking at a bug.

"Then who's going?" - he asked.

- Churiki - not me! I replied.

- Churiki - not me! he replied a split second later.

I looked at him with the same superiority as David looked at Goliath, putting a pebble in his sling.

“Well, okay,” he finally gave up. - Imitator?

- And why would it? I muttered unhappily.

“And the fact that I’m under the reins…” he looked behind himself, “I got under the armor. And I rested my horn. My maternal aunt rose up in me. It's your fault!

- And why would it? I asked.

- Otherwise ... I would have gone first - and I would not have had to call the Imitator!

I threw up my hands. At the first meeting, he gave the impression of a more adequate person ... Titan. Does my arrogance have such an effect on people?

“Imitator,” I called. We need help in the form of a standard heads-and-tails random number generator.

- Eagle! Crius said at once.

- The tails fell out! the Imitator replied.

- Eh! Criy was upset. “Then you should go!”

“And why would it be for me?” I asked. - You didn't guess!

“Here, I would have guessed, then I would have gone.” And so - I'm sorry!

— But hell! I couldn't resist. - Let's do it again!

- In a new way - so in a new way! yawned the Titan. - The result will be the same. Eagle! - he said.

- The eagle fell! the impersonator announced.

- Here! Crius pointed his finger at me.

- What - here? I asked. - You guessed it!

- Well, yes! he agreed. “But last time you didn’t like it, so we beat it!” Now it's the other way around! Go ahead!

- You're cheating again! — I began to boil.

- Who am I? Crius loomed over me.

- And who, I, or what? I yelled.

— You, of course! The Titan replied no less loudly. - As you do not like the result, so you demand to replay! Rogue! He pointed his finger at me.

- Imitator! I said angrily. “Please choose on an equally probable basis which of the set of Shaman Mahan and Titan Crius will go to the Dark Dragon Dungeon first!”

— Shaman Mahan! the Imitator responded immediately.

But how to think, weigh well? With the feeling that I was shod again, I moved to the entrance to the cave.

- Wait a minute! Chris stopped me. Let's try to get him out first.

He stood in front of the entrance and, using some of his class ability, began to yell so that the mountain, in which the entrance to the Dragon's lair was, shook:

- Hey, filthy monster, go out to fight mortal! Taste the heroic silushki!

“What-oh-oh-oh-oh?! — a terrible roar was heard from the cave, from which I almost fell to the ground. What size should it be?

- I say, try the heroic silushka, you filthy monster! the Titan yelled not so confidently.

- What?!! What do you need? the roar sounded again.

Fight, I say! shouted Crius, losing patience.

- Fight so fight! the monster roared. Why scream in the ass?

I felt my eye twitch. Crius, spitting on gravity and grandeur, quickly ran away from the gaping sewer and began to try to assess the size of the mountain and our chances of survival.

- How do we soak it? he scratched the back of his head.

- How, how ... - a crazy thought came to my mind, and I looked at the mountain with a different look, including the Definition of the Essence of Things. Not understood. The mountain is like a mountain. Nothing new. I looked towards the "cloaca".

Entrance to the cave of Dark Dragon Aquarizamax

Warning…

— Ha! I said and walked towards the cave. What should I be afraid of? I know the forest, I love sex! Although, this is from a completely different tale. Crius followed me with an enthusiastic look. Probably, the deck technicians of Japanese aircraft carriers looked at the kamikaze pilots in the same way! It was only after I entered the cave that the Titan lost his stupor and hurried after me. Has it become embarrassing?

From the inside, the cave, of course, also did not look like a cloaca. More like a graveyard. There was nowhere to step from the corpses of heroes scattered everywhere, who had already come to defeat Aquarizamax before us. I left the trophy collection to the Titan, since, in general, this was his task. The grunt behind me grew more and more preoccupied.

— What is there? I asked without turning around.

- In each - for the delivery of a letter. Well, I understand the first five ... Or, there, twenty ... But there are hundreds, thousands of them here! And all - in different parts of Barliona. What should I do now? he sighed. - If you like something - take it, do not be shy! Fell yourself like at your own home!

I leaned over to the body closest to me and held out my hand.

The task is available to you: Delivery of the letter

The valiant Knight Ivanhoe was a Paladin of Light, a warrior of the moon-faced Elune. Deliver word of his death and a war tag to the goddess

In order to get into the halls of the goddess, squeeze the token in your hand and say the name written on it

Reward: variable

Penalty on failure/failure: -5000 reputation with the goddess Elune

Time limit: no

Accept the task - yes / no?

Seeing the fine, without even thinking, I slammed the “Yes” button with all my might. Protected Elune protects. Hm. Interesting. Almost without looking, I received an amulet to instantly transfer to Elune. That is, if I need to get to her, then I have a one-time tool to do it instantly. Whenever I want.

Paladin Ivanhoe's Token

Item class: quest

To complete the quest, select an item and say: "Paladin Ivanhoe"

The token is used to instantly transfer to the halls of the goddess Elune to complete the quest

I don't understand anything. I took two more steps and stooped again.

The task is available to you: Delivery of the letter

The formidable orc Stallone was the favorite centurion of the Lord of Kartos. Deliver news of his death to the Sovereign and a military token

In order to get into the palace of the Sovereign, squeeze the token in your hand and say the name written on it

Reward: variable

Penalty on failure/failure: -5000 reputation with Lord of Karthos

Time limit: no

Accept the task - yes / no?

Of course yes! On the spot, I scored another ten tokens to deliver my carcass to the Emperors, the Lord, the Goddess, and even to Geranika. Well well!

- Stop! I commanded Crius. - Don't touch anything! What are your letters?

- Nothing special! he winced. - Some mothers, wives and brides of unknown soldiers from all the outskirts of Barliona.

And tokens?

- Well, yes! the Titan replied.

— With instant transfer?

He looked at me like I was a sheep.

What instant transfer? he yelled. - Pawns need to crawl, even the portal will not be counted. The only loophole is if I have another task nearby or someone will take me there to complete their task.

- And the reward?

- They write that it is variable! He looked at me suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

I showed Crius the tokens. He moved his lips for a long time, comparing their descriptions, and then furrowed his brows, wondering if he should immediately slam me or give me a chance to run away. Finally, the powerful analytical mind completed the infernal mental work:

- So, yes! I'll stand here without touching anything, and you pick it up.

At first I wanted to be indignant, quickly estimating how many warriors were here in the graveyard and realizing that five hundred tokens to get to Elune, which I couldn’t even give to anyone, let alone sell, I didn’t need at all, and then , looking into the face of Cria, I realized that now is just the moment when I should not show independence. The tour took about half an hour and my ally was already dancing with impatience when I finished collecting unusual gifts.