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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
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The commandant of Silithus peered thoughtfully at the enemies who filled the entire space in front of the walls. There were many, many. At one time, he had already participated in repelling the attack of the silithids, and then there were fewer of them. At least now it seemed so. Also attracted the attention of many magicians and other gigantic beetles - colossi, centipedes, as well as those creatures that had not previously appeared, and therefore had not yet received a name. Such creatures surpassed hundreds and sometimes even thousands of brothers in their power, they were a truly terrible enemy.Memories of the last attack flashed through my mind - an endless, moving carpet of beetles, storming the walls from all sides. A disgusting and terrible sight. It is yet to be seen today. The day was getting closer and there was no doubt that with the first rays of the Sun, the silithids would attack.“Master Dath'Lenor, messengers have been sent.- Well - the commandant did not turn aroun
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I stood in the center of Zin Azshari at the secret entrance to the palace and still couldn't come to my senses. Too quickly events in my life succeeded each other. From the moment I woke up in the hospital, only two weeks had passed, I was allowed to get up and did only ten days ago, and it was hard to believe that the war with the silithids was over. That there are no more patrols in which it is possible to die every second, there is no threat of invasion for the next few hundred years, even six more years of service is not necessary, because I, like other defenders of Silithus, got the opportunity to leave the border. And now there was no need for a garrison in this fortress, because the enemy army was completely destroyed in that battle, of which I have only fragmentary memories.There was something unreal about standing like this on one of the streets of a beautiful city, my hometown, and breathing in its air, in which there is no danger and fear. After all, Zin Azshari has been s
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Malfurion sat down on the grass and forced his mind to calm down, which was no easy task considering how much was at stake for the success of his endeavor. Traveling through the Emerald Dream is proof of the druid's maturity, and at the same time, with its help, he may be able to find the threat that has been troubling him for a long time.- I will help you take the first steps in the Emerald Dream, apprentice, but be careful, even experienced druids can get lost and not find their way back - the mentor's voice gave calm and self-confidence and allowed Malfurion to focus on the action being performed.— Do you feel the song of the stone, the dance of the wind, the laughter of running water?*Not immediately, but he felt the voice of every plant, every element, the slow, constant grinding feeling of the earth, the merry steps of the wind, the water that does not stop for a moment, always in motion. At the same time, some irregularity, incompleteness of the environment was also felt, bu
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The pain subsided as quickly as it appeared, but it did not make it any easier. Visions flashed before my eyes, and each one was more terrible than the last, although I could not see any of them completely. Battles, dead bodies of elves, armies of creatures so vile that my mind could never imagine them. Perhaps this is the punishment of the Source and these pictures were supposed to deprive me of my mind?How stupid I was that I thought that I would be the exception in a series of idiots who tried to draw water from this lake. Madness, as a response to what happened to me, was the most reasonable explanation, but one thought forced me to pull myself together and force myself to act, temporarily pushing back the visions obscuring my consciousness. A memory of why I came here and what would happen if I was found with water from the Well in my hands.That thought was enough to pull myself together. Without delaying any longer, although preparing for the worst, I again lowered the phial i
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Chapter 2Dat'RemarHe was sitting at the table of his study, and for some time now he had been waiting for the arrival of a guest. Alas, the guest hesitated and was in no hurry to start a conversation, successfully hiding from view. Even very successful, if you forget about the artifacts and spells that protected the estate and already at the penetration stage reported the intruder. Fortunately, at the same time they pointed out the identity of the visitor.*"Illidan, how much longer will you be standing there?" Still, Dath'Remar couldn't help but ask the question and listen with pleasure to the scolding that was his answer.Why was he completely calm about his life and health? He just knew Illidan too well. This elf was incredibly straightforward and stubborn in his principles. He is faithful to his friends, but at the same time he is closed and even unsociable, which is why his friends could be counted on the fingers of one hand. And he preferred to tell the truth or remain silent,
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I sat right on the floor of the room and carved runes on the barrel with a knife. Why on a barrel? Because it was much more capacious than the phial.Actually, this was my deal with my conscience and the opportunity to do at least something myself. No matter how much I thought about the battle at the portal, which was supposed to end with a split in the world, I could not find a solution that would not have risk. Everything was very shaky. Yes, I have found an ally, I have no doubts about that. Remar will soon receive confirmation of my words and will contact those elves whom he trusts. I have no doubt that he will be able to do this quite discreetly from everyone. For all the time of our friendship, he has shown himself to be quite a smart and quirky elf, and now, when so much is at stake, he simply has to cope. However, will this be enough to keep the world intact?I didn't know too much to be sure. What is the position of the dragons? They have always looked down on the kaldorei wi
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The following days passed surprisingly calmly, so to speak about a life spent behind enemy lines. At the same time, a lot of time was spent in arranging my shelter, the safety of the contents of which seriously began to weigh me down. Fortunately, Remar provided materials for artifacts at the first word, and I didn’t need much, just to dampen the paranoia that required at least some kind of protection. Otherwise, I was still immersed in the study of new knowledge and training, only once interrupting the established daily routine and visiting Soeril, my former mentor.Persuading him to leave the capital was not an easy task, especially since I did not consider it possible to reveal any details. Yet he was a student of Kerantil and could try to verify my words by questioning his former mentor. The weak point, which they managed to put pressure on, was the young wife of Soeril. At the mention of the danger that threatened her, too, the previously adamant mentor seriously thought, and aft