Introduction from the authorThoughts about the world of Warcraft and its heroes will be expressed here, and therefore it is absolutely not necessary to read these lines, however, it is here that I will state the reasons why the characters of my book behaved in this way and not otherwise, and the events took such a turn.To begin with, the world of Warcraft is unusually bright and colorful, filled with many races, types of magic and heroes, and I really respect those people who created it. Deciding to write a fanfic about this world, I took care to read a book about it, fortunately, I chose the period from the very beginning of history - the time of the existence of the Well of Eternity, which means that all I needed was to read Richard Knaack's trilogy "War of the Ancients". And here I realized that we were not on the same path with the canon ...Why so? Will explain. The fact is that I am quite normal about the existence of a division into dark and light side in books and I don’t ev
Part 1. The Kingdom of the Kal'dorei. Chapter 1Peace and tranquility reigned in the forest kingdom, into which no evil could penetrate, where eternity flowed slowly and at the same time quickly, where the singing of birds and the whisper of leaves filled the world with serenity. This land knew no worries, was primordial and seemed to have existed unchanged since the beginning of time.But this pacification did not touch me at all, for several minutes now I had been looking at the miserable bush, which, on the instructions of the teacher, was supposed to grow in breadth and up, and with every minute I was losing patience more and more. Because this crappy plant was completely unwilling to do what was asked of it. It ate the provided energy with pleasure and joy, but at the same time it almost did not change."Well done, Malfurion, you're doing a great job," Cenarius said in his usual wise and satisfied voice, and the irritation in my soul jumped to new heights.Of course, Malfurion ma
“So, my new student, before we start training, I will tell you on what conditions it will be built,” Kerantil began in his former ironic manner, apparently the dream returned him to his former mood and reminded him that he was still surpasses me in magic.Now we were once again standing in the enchanted basement of his house, the sun was still shining on the street *, and I clearly understood that such a daily routine would be permanent. However, I used to get up early before, so this did not frighten me.“You see, from time to time, our dear government seeks to send me, a highly respected magician, into another hole, the hottest place at the moment on the border of our lands. However, I, like some other magicians of my level, always have an alternative. We can prepare three students, and then they will go to this wonderful place, - at this moment the magician smiled contentedly, without even thinking to hide how happy he was with this turn of events, - and I immediately warn you, spe
From that day on, my life became a series of recurring events. I would get up in the morning and spend two hours practicing Rush, usually enough to drain my reserve by three-quarters. Following this, I practiced passing the obstacle course. Do not think that this band was one and the same. Kerantil was still an experienced mentor and therefore created a complex that almost instantly changed its parameters, and every time it seemed to the magician that his student passed obstacles too easily, the conditions of the strip became more complicated.Did I get stronger? To be frank, I could not give an exact answer to this question for a very long time, but on the twentieth night, Kerantil greeted me with unexpected news.“Student, tell me, what is the most important thing in mastering magic?”All sorts of answers came to mind, mostly based on the words of the teacher, but then I decided to discard them all and say what I think:- A wish.— Ha! This is the first time I've gotten a correct an
Fifty-two years had passed since that day, and now I stood before Soeril once again, activating "Protection" on my swords. The weapon glowed with a bright, almost blinding light from the force invested in it, capable of cutting through even the skin of a dragon. True, just cut through, to kill these lizards it would be necessary to concentrate even more energy in the swords, but they simply would not withstand such a concentration.The final fight will have to show what I have achieved during the training. The blood boils in my veins, my consciousness is ready to flood with rage, but these feelings do not bother me anymore, but make the world around me clearer and speed up my consciousness.Teleport activation, and my opponent appears from behind, the blow of his sword meets the void, and I already deliver a series of quick blows, so much so that for myself they almost merge into an indistinguishable whirlwind of steel. Soeril did not tempt fate and disappeared in a new flash. A momen
The journey to the destination was simple and routine. At least that's what teleporting seemed like to a night elf. Me and others from the reinforcement group could only thank those of the magicians who came up with stationary teleports, without them we would have spent weeks in order to get to the goal, and even then, this time, subject to maximum movement speed and the absence of “adventures” along the way . Still, the lands occupied by the night elves were unusually vast, and from the capital to the border with the silithids were thousands of kilometers away.The fortress itself was very remarkable. It was clear that the rulers and Queen Azshara took the threat of a silithid invasion quite seriously. We should have started from the location of the fortress. It was located on a rock, with sheer walls, and only a winding road led to its gates, turning from which you met with an abyss. The fortress was surrounded by powerful walls, almost sparkling from the magic invested in them. And
I moved slowly through the forest, in a state of light trance. Once it was not easy for me to maintain it even in battle, but now I could be in this state for hours and even enjoyed it. All disturbing thoughts, all problems, all fatigue are perceived detachedly, as if they did not belong to me. How difficult it is to get out of this state and realize that the problems have not disappeared anywhere and there are still six years left to live in this damned place. Over forty years have passed since my arrival at Silithus Fortress, and I wouldn't say they passed quickly.That first fight, which almost became my last, changed a lot in my life. I wish I could say that, but reality seemed to mock me. The first time Captain Dath'Remar himself came to my chamber with an offer to join his squad, I thought that luck turned to face me. Then the decision was made by me instantly, and what was there to think about? Dath'Remar literally radiated strength, self-confidence, the dignity of an aristocra
I sat at the end of a dark, gloomy tunnel, closing my eyes and meditating. If there was an opportunity, I would have slept at all, but alas, the situation did not allow it. From minute to minute they were to give the signal for action.So, I again won a lucky ticket, becoming the one who was chosen as a messenger. A fine task for a suicide bomber like I've been all these years. Can you take a breather now? I almost burst into hysterical laughter, but I restrained myself. It's scary how I don't want to die, and I also didn't want to leave my friends in this fortress. It was as if I was not undertaking a dangerous task, but fleeing the battlefield, and the fact that I was forced to flee through a forest infested with bugs was even more annoying. I'd rather stay in the fortress, meet the enemy with Dath'Remar, I'm sure I'd show my worth on the walls.Why, then, did I agree to such a dubious event? Indeed, volunteers were called in, and I could present the injury as an excuse for not want
As a result, Sayuki gave Saeko her poster, and she left, saying again that she would be glad to see me in her club.I got a lesson in calligraphy, making sure in the process that I didn’t get any talent in this area. The kanji came out crooked and completely unattractive. And even two hours of practice could not change the final result. As soon as I corrected one error, another immediately got out, which did not exist before. It seemed as if I was trying to drag the sofa through a narrow doorway, into which, in any case, only two corners could pass, while I stubbornly tried to shove the unpushable, stupidly alternating the corners.I would call my situation not just a lack of talent, but rather the presence of an anti-talent. Of course, one could replace talent with diligence, but it would take a colossal amount of time just to reach the level of the average. There is no question of achieving any significant success.And since I do not see an urgent need to master this craft, I see no
Achievement: Autoerotic Asphyxia of Sayuki Tokihara - CompletedReward: 1 coinIt turned out that the system is ready to count even such actions as an achievement. It's scary to even think how many more achievements related to sexual deviations exist, for which the system is ready to be generous with a reward, but which I will never go for.- Master? Sayuki shook me by the shoulder in concern, seeing how I had been staring stupidly at the wall for some time, but in fact I was reading and comprehending the system notification.“Sorry, I’ve been thinking,” I dispelled her worries, gently stroking her head.— And about what? she asked, thrilled by the caress with closed eyes.— Yes, I thought about trying my hand at calligraphy. And it’s rather strange that I am a member of the club, but at the same time I absolutely do not participate in its activities.“You showed no interest in this before,” the president quite rightly remarked, switching back to a less pretentious address. Well, yes,
After meeting with Shizuka, the rest of the day flew by unnoticed and the next one came. In addition to the usual trip to school, today Meiko and I have a trip to the gym planned.Although the girl cannot be called pleasant in communication, for some reason she is more attractive to me than the same Yuika Koga. I think her impressive merits play a significant role in this. Besides, she didn't try to rape me...until she tried.Having honestly served the first two lessons, at recess I went out into the corridor to wander aimlessly around the school. Thoughts about choosing a way to earn money continued to spin in my head. Last night I tried to jot down a couple of pages of a light novel that I more or less remember and immediately understood why writing is considered not the easiest thing to do. I seem to remember the plot very well, but only until the moment when it needs to be denounced in words.This is where the problem arises, I absolutely do not remember what metaphors and epithet
The weekend ended earlier than I, or any other student, would have liked.It's not that I don't like school, no, I have to admit that there are many advantages to such a pastime. However, I would like some variety. At the math lesson, I again thought about the need to find a source of income. Up to this point, I have only spent coins, but do not forget about the possibility of exchanging the real world currency for the system one.The main difficulty is that, due to my age, only part-time jobs are available to me in all kinds of conbinis and cafes. However, the salary for such jobs does not exceed 150,000 yen. It is not difficult to calculate that the time and effort spent will not pay off. Well, in fact, a whole month of work is equivalent to one successful sexual act. No, this definitely doesn't suit me.I can't even register a business. But then what? You can find yourself in the field of writing books and light novels, known to me from the past world. Fortunately, a quick analysis
When I got home, I found Mama and Mizuha sitting at the kitchen table. The piercing gazes scanned my body, giving me goosebumps. I felt as if I didn’t go home, but to the KGB major’s office.- Son, how long have you been playing tricks with older ladies? Mom was the first to break the silence, bursting into a rather unexpected question.“Could you clarify who exactly you mean?” I asked innocently, as if not capturing all the oppressive atmosphere emitted by the two frowning girls.So she's not alone yet? - Mom jumped to her feet with an angry look, - Who are these old purses who seduced my son? she demanded, surprising me with her reaction.“Big brother, that car… it belongs to Hiratsuka-sensei, doesn’t it?” “Pushed me closer to the edge of the Mizuha abyss.”- What? Did your teacher seduce you? - Mom came in shock, - Yes, tomorrow I will rip out all her curls! the woman exclaimed fiercely.Yes, that was her. And no, it’s me who seduces her,” I sighed wearily. “Mom, please calm down.
Morning of the next daySaturday breakfast was extremely awkward. I don’t know why, but my mother was extremely laconic and blushed when our eyes met. I explained this by saying that she was ashamed of yesterday's behavior. Well, or she heard the moans of Mizuha. But I dismissed this option as unlikely. If that were the case, she would have already spoken out about it. I do not think that the disclosure of our relationship could remain without comment on her part.“Don't worry about yesterday, Mom. You were out of your mind,” I said, wanting to ease the woman’s anxiety.- What? Oh, what a shame! Mom said covering her face with her hands. It was as if she was just now remembering the events of the previous day. Am I wrong and the reason for her embarrassment is something else?- Okay, Mom. I don't know what you did, but brother didn't look upset. Quite the contrary, Mizuha joined the conversation.- Mizuha! - I pulled my sister, perfectly feeling where she was leading.- Truth? Ahem, I
As I expected, when I entered the kitchen, I had a view of my naked sister bustling about near the stove. And if in front of her body was still covered with an apron, then from behind I could see absolutely everything.“Brother, how is your mother?” The girl couldn't help noticing my appearance.“It seems to have been put to bed,” I said, doubting that the woman had really fallen asleep.- Everything is fine? Mizuha asked in a worried voice, “Your face is all red.”“Ahem, my mother behaved a little unbridled,” I said embarrassedly.- OU! - the sister was impressed, - You didn’t do anything strange, did you?“No,” I shook my head, realizing where she was driving.“It’s a pity,” the sister said sadly, returning to cooking.- It's a pity? Are you out of your mind? — I did not share her feelings, having come into natural confusion.“It’s very hard for mom now and your love would not interfere with her,” Mizuha explained her thought, not looking up from the stove.And she will get it, but
Chapter 27We still had lunch with Komi, but, unfortunately, she did not find the courage to utter at least one more word. That's why I didn't hear her charming voice. And even after my request, the girl, who tried to answer something, uttered only an inarticulate set of sounds, trembling all over with excitement. Realizing that this problem could not be solved so quickly, I did not press on it, relying on the fact that with time Comey would be able to overcome his fears.Despite the fact that we had to communicate through an intermediary in the form of a notebook, the girl was a very pleasant conversationalist, in many ways reminding me of Mizuha. Except that Comey was a little more modest and a lot more innocent. I doubt that there is even a hint of any vulgarity in her thoughts. However, I have more than once convinced myself that my judgments about the girls of this world are often erroneous. Who knows, maybe this cutie will outdo Mizuha and Sayuki combined in terms of perversion.
The first thing I saw as I approached the school gates was a couple of lovers holding hands. They were my friend Shoma Akiyama and his girlfriend Kohara Otori.“Brother,” Mizuha, who was walking beside me, pulled my sleeve, “Should I call the police?” she asked, glancing at Koharu.“No, this girl is a year older than us, so everything is legal.- Truth? You're not covering for your lolicon friend, are you? My sister doubted the truth of my words.“If you don’t believe me, you can ask her yourself,” I played out a slight insult.- Sorry. I believe you, I'm just worried that your friend will not push you onto the wrong path, Mizuha apologized, hugging my arm.- It is unlikely that this will happen. Even when Koharu straddled me, I held back. Although I must admit that her miniature seductive body still managed to touch some strings in my soul,” I said in a soulful tone, deciding to joke a little.“I would believe you if you didn’t see the way you look at at least a little attractive mat