We were very lucky - by the time the undead broke into the city, we had blocked all the passages and windows, remade the chimney, closed the fresh masonry with oak shields, and collected firewood and supplies. And, most importantly, while working, people gained the determination to fight, now there was no crying, but only quiet and calm conversations. The people who showed their leadership qualities during the work organized the sorting of supplies without mention.
The breakthrough occurred in the evening, at which time the parapet¹ of the bodies reached the top of the wall, and an avalanche of undead flowed into the city. We could not watch everything, I wanted to go out in invisibility for reconnaissance, but there are so many undead that they will trample the invisible. Therefore, one had to sit and listen to the growling, the beat of thousands of feet shaking the ground, and the screams of people. I really wanted to help them, but there was no such opportunity, our shelter was packed, we couldn’t lie down all at once, because there simply wasn’t enough space. There was enough food in the wild economy mode for a maximum of five days, and the realization of all this hit morale hard. I gave people hope, but I knew there was nothing I could do. Therefore, he hid in a corner, fenced off by a column, and listened to the cries of people behind the wall.
- You are not to blame for their death, do not blame yourself for what you are not to blame.
It was Dmitri who approached imperceptibly. He stood in front of me and looked straight into my eyes, his voice was calm and composed. Realizing that he captured my attention completely, and sitting down next to me, he continued:
- Look at these people, they are all alive thanks to you. But both you and I understand that this will not last long. Very soon the food will run out, with such a density of living, people will get sick, and a local epidemic will begin. Therefore, do not worry about those whom you could not help, think about those who trusted you and believe in salvation.
After finishing his speech, he stood up and, clapping his shoulder, went inside the building to his students. I thought about it, but he's right. Damn right! If now I start to fall into depression, then those whom I could save will also die, so I need to think about them first. To begin with, let's try to deal with the introductory ones, while the undead fills the city, it makes no sense to go out - they will trample. But when they calm down a little, I will go out and try to orient myself on the spot. Now I will not sit idle either. To begin with, he gathered all the old people and asked about one of his guesses.
If this is an old mansion, then logically there should be a secret passage for escape in the event of an attack by enemies. And yes, they confirmed my suspicions. The nobleman was noble enough for an underground passage, and there were rumors that he often used it to travel to his mistresses. But at the same time, no one knew where he was, and did not even imagine where he might be.
The next step was to decide on an organized search for this very move. He organized people to look for him, they still had nothing to do, but everything could not go well, there was an asshole that had to arise.
- What the hell are you ordering? A stranger came and started, do this, do that. And we are not your servants! We will decide what to do!
I did not expect such a blow in the back, especially now. And the main problem is that you answer the wrong way or do the wrong thing, and the whole rescue campaign will fail. The first impulse was to put on a mask and give him a good shake. But there is one “but”, you can inadvertently scare everyone else, they are already on the verge of a breakdown, and an ultrasound shock can contribute to the onset of panic. So, we need to look for a different approach, I will try to play on the opinions of people, after all, they are more likely on my side than on his, from the whole crowd I saw only three who nodded in time with his words.
- First, introduce yourself. Because right now I'm talking to a nameless being who has done nothing to save others. Did you bring these people together? Or maybe you organized the defense of this building? No, you were not here at all, when everyone was working, you were sitting and shaking, you dragged yourself at the end, when all the work was actually done under the protection of other people's work. You are insignificant. So shut up and don't show up. If you talk panicky and sabotage, I'll cut your head off.
It should be noted that it worked, the man immediately somehow was blown away and dejectedly wandered into a corner. And this is the leader? The rest, seeing his indecision, began to search for a secret passage. The gloom that reigned in the building did not contribute to the search, they searched by candlelight. However, our labors were crowned with success, after seven hours a child's cry was heard. Our young researcher found a pebble that was different from the rest. There was a secret passage in the master's bedroom, which only confirmed the rumors about the walking lord.
A whole crowd came running to her cries, which looked with reverent awe at the blackening passage.
- People.
I got the attention of the crowd.
- The plan is such that the undead will calm down behind the walls, I will go in viz for reconnaissance ...
But I was not destined to finish. Breaking through the people, our rebel shouting "Freedom!!!" rushed to the aisle. He ignored my roar about stopping and jumped inside. And now I already see how the crowd is ready to break after him, but an evenly severed head of our moron flew out of the opening. Such a return cooled their ardor, and they nevertheless began to listen to what I said to them. I picked up his head and continued.
- See what rash decisions lead to? Our non-rebel decided that he was the smartest, and went to the secret underground passage of the lord. Pay attention to the words "secret" and "lord". Such moves are used to hastily escape from pursuers. And what do you think, will there be traps in the narrow passage in which hypothetically your pursuers are walking, ready to kill you? This is a simple logical chain, but for him to think and listen to others was beneath dignity, and this is what happened from it. Therefore, I ask you to be patient, I stayed here to save you, and not to look at stupid deaths.
- Do you care?
A voice was given by one of those who nodded at the words of the rebel, but nothing, I remember them and will not take my eyes off them.
- If I didn't care, would I stay with you?
- You didn't have a choice. You are as much a hostage as we are.
This is already a weighty argument, and it can plant doubt in people's bags. But I have something to oppose him. I went into invis and, standing behind him, patted his shoulder. You should have seen his drooping jaw.
- Whoa? I am a hunter, my ability to see the invisible is leveled up to the twentieth level.
- Answer your own question. And tell everyone, could I leave town if I wanted to?
- I have to admit that I could, I'm sorry.
It seems that I have made an ally out of an enemy, at least for now. It is worth consolidating success, so again attracted attention:
- The plan is this: As soon as the undead calms down, I will go in invisibility to reconnoiter, I will go alone, because this way I will definitely not bring my tail behind me. Now we're all splitting up. Rest, we may have to make a big march. Hunter, come, we need to talk.
As soon as he approached, I asked:
- Can you recognize traps with your ability?
- You can do it too.
- I have no ability to see the invisible.
- Why? With your skill level, you should have unlocked this side of the ability a long time ago.
- You see, I don’t have a standard inviz, and I couldn’t find a teacher for this business.
- Well, I'll help with that, at least I'll thank you for helping us survive. This, of course, will take some time, but we still have it.
First, the Hunter told me about all the common traps, how they are masked, what caches look like, how to detect invisibility. Then he put his hands on my forehead and whispered something for five minutes, as soon as he removed his hands, I was notified by a notification:
“The rank 48 Vanish in the Shadows unique skill has been modified. Obtained the passive skill "See the Invisible". The skill level is calculated by the formula (skill level "Disappearing in the shadows" / 2)".
After reading the notification, he thanked the hunter and went towards the fireplace, there is most of the light there, you need to familiarize yourself with the information on the undead. I spent almost six hours on this case, there is a lot of information, and not all of it was useful. What I noted for myself is one semi-erased note written after the entire text.
About five hundred years ago, there was a similar attack by the undead, it almost ruined the whole state. Only the magicians of several states were able to stop this wave of death. But what is most important is that the tactics of the attack were described there. The undead covered the walls of the city with corpses and climbed them, it filled the city with a dense avalanche and destroyed all living things, turning them into their own kind. We stood in the city for exactly a week and moved to the next city. It is impossible to recapture the city from them, the strongest raids perished. Attacking them during the transition is also not the best idea. It is almost impossible to kill them, but they pursue tirelessly and at a good pace, drive and kill. The only option is before them to liberate the cities from civilians and fight them off the walls, and, when there is no longer any urine to hold on, leave by teleport. This tactic allows them to reduce their forces without the possibility of replenishing them. It is worth noting that this army is led by one powerful Lich, the battle with which many paladins lost. Then he retreated and went missing, but now, apparently, he was able to gather an army and decided to repeat the call. In all cities, he occupied a place in the main town hall and stayed there all week. The period of time is due to the fact that it took exactly a week to raise all the corpses in the city. It was possible to bring him down only once, but this did not bear fruit. This was during one massive attempt to recapture the city. The scouts reported that the undead stood strangely and motionless for a long time. Then they gathered a percussion fist and hit the open gate. At first, the elite fighters went through like a knife through butter. The undead ignored them. But as soon as they had killed enough warriors, the Lich was distracted from the ritual of the rise, and then the undead came. The battle was long, no one left, and exactly a week later, the scouts reported that the undead troops had left the city, in front of which their already undead heroes were moving.
Gives reason for discussion. And behind the walls, it seemed to be just quiet. I warned Dmitry that I was leaving for reconnaissance, and asked to remain in charge. Armed with a torch, I began to quietly sneak along the corridor, now that I have the ability to see the invisible, I see all the traps. First, a spinning sword passed, where our fugitive lay, then a wolf pit, a magic trap, liquid stone, arrows, poisonous jets, a fiery geyser ... The previous owner decently secured his escape routes. Approximately in the middle of the way I found a disguised door, it turned out to be quite simple to open, only I almost ran into a trap, the fishing line was stretched across the passage, and I almost gawped it. In the room that opened up to me, I found several expensive pieces of magical weapons, a chest with precious stones, two chests of gold, and, surprisingly, a fifty-liter barrel of wine and the same whiskey. Judging by the markings, they have the right exposure, more than two hundred years. I was lucky that my carrying capacity exceeded all conceivable and unthinkable limits. Three hundred kilograms is no joke. Everything fit, but as they say, to the top. In total, in addition to alcohol, three staffs, two wands of unknown characteristics and the same misericord fell into my property. But if I took staffs and wands because of their value, then I liked the misericord - a clearly forged trihedral blade, and not a simple triangle, but a triangle with slightly concave sides. The sharpest edges converging to the tip of the needle. Slightly marked guard against slipping of the hand, the handle is made of dark leather, pleasant to the touch. The only thing that spoiled the feeling of the ideality of the weapon was that it shone. It was an amazing brilliance of a beautiful weapon, but not my style. However, I have heard of craftsmen who can make the blade matte black, after this operation it will be a great addition to my equipment.
But okay, I admired it and that's enough, I still have a task that requires immediate fulfillment in the name of the life of people who trusted me. Ahead of me was the path to the city filled with enemies.
Characteristics at the end of chapter 15:
Level - 89
Life 6800/6800
Energy 218/218
Mana 380/380
Strength - 61 (50 frozen stat points)
Agility - 70 (15 frozen stat points)
Intelligence - 77 (15 frozen stat points)
Wisdom - 64 (15 frozen stat points)
Constitution - 68 (15 stat points frozen)
Free Attribute Points: 455
Secondary characteristics:
Wits - 2
Skills:
Chains of Frost rank 8
Fade into the shadows rank 48
A parapet is a mound in a fortification. In the text there is an analogy of the accumulation of undead with the meaning of this word.
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The further path was marked by the passage of a dozen more traps. And finally, in front of me is the wall of the secret passage. The hope of getting out outside the city was not destined to come true, gently opening the sash, I slipped out in invisibility right behind the zombies. Moreover, the zombies stood in a tight wall, shoulder to shoulder, and so far as the gaze spread. In order to inspect everything, I carefully climbed the wall to the roof, fortunately, my stealth skills have already taken a big step forward, and I'm not talking about the level of invisibility, but about understanding how to put a foot, how to move silently, which side to enter , so as not to impersonate any third-party factor.The view from the roof amazed me. All the streets were densely packed with standing zombies, they stood everywhere, on every free heel of space, all the floors of each of the buildings were occupied, where there was an exit to the roof, they stood on the roof, and all this without a si
Four hours, this, of course, is not a complete rest, but at least it turned out to freshen up a little, otherwise, in fact, a day on your feet fogs up your mind. He called Dmitry, found out which of those present was more respected, and on his advice he called three more. I need people who can be senior in my absence, and for this I need to explain what I want from them and what the plan is all the same. I had a conversation with Dmitry, because I know him better.- So what did you think, Mirage?- A little about the situation: the streets are clogged with undead, I did not find the living from the word at all. Apparently we are the only ones in this city. Now about the main thing: while reading a book about the undead, I found an interesting fact - after death, the bodies of the undead are burned, as they burn well, like an oiled rag. There are thousands of bodies here, outside the walls of the city they lie in a dense ring to the very walls, and in the city itself, although not so m
Chapter 1Dedicated to my comrade, Andrei KrasnikovSasha, drop your book already! Mom looked into my room and looked disapprovingly at the unmade bed. Are you reading this stupid fantasy again? Go to the gym, you need help!- Now…- Not now, but now!With a sigh, I put down the reading room and reluctantly trudged into the hall. The only half-day off in the week, when I could get enough sleep and set aside a miserable couple of hours for reading, was covered with a copper basin. Mom, when she wanted to, was very persuasive.- A little something - you grab a smartphone. Better take care of business.I remained silent, not intending to enter into another senseless argument. For my mother, all my hobbies, including past victories in world esports tournaments, cost absolutely nothing.As for “getting busy,” she has no idea that I plow like an ox, earning, in general, decent money.With such thoughts, I entered the hall and only now noticed that we had guests. Mom poured tea for two stron
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Your fate is written from birth to death, even you were born in full accordance with the rules, almost as old as your entire family. The service is so closely intertwined with life that you yourself sometimes do not understand where one ends and another begins. You also chose your wife for yourself, finally and irrevocably, and all that remains is just to love her with all your heart. Not a step to the left, not a step to the right: there are boundaries for everything. There is only one freedom - freedom of choice. You are free to run away, leaving everything, or stay, but then you will also have to accept everything. More is not given. But more is not required!PrologueThe storm was leaving the raid.Returned home - to the sea, which was born. She left like a ship, under the sails of purple clouds. She left, leaving that special freshness spilled in the air, which poetically inclined personalities refer to as “the first breath of the newborn world”, and everyone else scolds for its
Four hours, this, of course, is not a complete rest, but at least it turned out to freshen up a little, otherwise, in fact, a day on your feet fogs up your mind. He called Dmitry, found out which of those present was more respected, and on his advice he called three more. I need people who can be senior in my absence, and for this I need to explain what I want from them and what the plan is all the same. I had a conversation with Dmitry, because I know him better.- So what did you think, Mirage?- A little about the situation: the streets are clogged with undead, I did not find the living from the word at all. Apparently we are the only ones in this city. Now about the main thing: while reading a book about the undead, I found an interesting fact - after death, the bodies of the undead are burned, as they burn well, like an oiled rag. There are thousands of bodies here, outside the walls of the city they lie in a dense ring to the very walls, and in the city itself, although not so m
The further path was marked by the passage of a dozen more traps. And finally, in front of me is the wall of the secret passage. The hope of getting out outside the city was not destined to come true, gently opening the sash, I slipped out in invisibility right behind the zombies. Moreover, the zombies stood in a tight wall, shoulder to shoulder, and so far as the gaze spread. In order to inspect everything, I carefully climbed the wall to the roof, fortunately, my stealth skills have already taken a big step forward, and I'm not talking about the level of invisibility, but about understanding how to put a foot, how to move silently, which side to enter , so as not to impersonate any third-party factor.The view from the roof amazed me. All the streets were densely packed with standing zombies, they stood everywhere, on every free heel of space, all the floors of each of the buildings were occupied, where there was an exit to the roof, they stood on the roof, and all this without a si
We were very lucky - by the time the undead broke into the city, we had blocked all the passages and windows, remade the chimney, closed the fresh masonry with oak shields, and collected firewood and supplies. And, most importantly, while working, people gained the determination to fight, now there was no crying, but only quiet and calm conversations. The people who showed their leadership qualities during the work organized the sorting of supplies without mention. The breakthrough occurred in the evening, at which time the parapet¹ of the bodies reached the top of the wall, and an avalanche of undead flowed into the city. We could not watch everything, I wanted to go out in invisibility for reconnaissance, but there are so many undead that they will trample the invisible. Therefore, one had to sit and listen to the growling, the beat of thousands of feet shaking the ground, and the screams of people. I really wanted to help them, but there was no such opportunity, our she
Finally a city. The transition turned out to be tiring, so I decided to rest in the city for a day. The town is small, but located on an important trade road, so many caravans stop here all the time. The walls are not high, but thick enough, they are more from robbers than enemies from abroad. I decided to stay at the Prancing Pony Hotel, which is run by a young couple with a young son. I liked the hotel with a simple but interesting style. When I went inside, I was amazed: a simple house on the outside, unremarkable from the rest, inside looked like a marvelous garden. All the walls were covered with vines and, remarkably, with bunches of grapes. At the entrance, a security guard stopped me and warned that it was possible to pick grapes, but only visitors to the establishment, and as much as they need for food now, cannot take grapes with them to their room and take them out of the hotel. A reasonable rule of thumb is to ensure that there is eno
It seems that the job is done, but it's too early to relax. The first desire was to wake up all the slaves, but after a little thought, I decided that it was better to leave this matter until the morning. Firstly, it is difficult to predict the reaction of people to a man in black who appeared out of nowhere and soaked fifty people. And if this appearance is also at night, but by the light of fires, uuuu. So we clear the leader's tent from the corpse and climb there on the bainki. The morning is wiser than the evening, although it is not clear why, the evening is older, which means that he has more experience. As soon as he fell into bed, he immediately jumped from a sharp cry right above his ear. This is the same girl who was with the leader, I was in the middle of a fight and forgot about the poor fellow, and she sits there, shaking, apparently, she hid here all day, and I accidentally lay down on her. And once such an incident happened, you need to calm down. To begin with, I took
The day was beautiful, today I had to drive through a pine forest. The sun broke through the tent of branches, playing like bunnies in the morning dew. The camel, to which I never bothered to give a name, easily walked along the coniferous carpet, breathing easily and naturally. Today I was going to make a decent push and leave most of the trip behind me. The road ran easily, from the soul poured out of nowhere a pop-up song: “You are a sailor, I am a sailor. You are a fisherman, I am a fisherman. You are on land, I am on the sea. We will never meet." Further, for the life of me, I don’t remember, but I sang these four lines for probably an hour, until a branch from a fallen tree flew over me. It was so unexpected that I choked on a sailor, and then, by inertia, it turned out that I was a crack. I didn't think about it, didn't think about it. I am sitting, thinking about the intricacies of fate and the love of a sailor and a quack, and what should she do, poor fellow,
I woke up to the accompaniment of a downpour, the rain charged like a bucket, and, judging by the sky, this is for the whole day. The mood has dropped sharply, like it or not, but you have to shuffle under the downpour, the time spent in this location is limited. I reluctantly had breakfast and took food for the road, and why didn’t I do this before? Fucking romantic. Hunt him, you see, serve, uuu, how angry I am. Okay, depressed, and that's enough, it's time to go. He called his hunchbacked horse, jumped up and rushed towards adventure, that is, he trudged along where the map ordered. In the whole situation, one thing was pleasing - the road remained strong, the camel's hooves did not fall into the mud, so we were going fast enough. The whole day passed in silence, I was already used to the rain knocking on the hood, and the next day was just as wet and cloudy. So a week passed, during all this time only once a horseman came across, and even that one, judging by the form, the messeng
Lunch was almost here, and in order not to remain hungry, I decided to go hunting. Yes, I understand perfectly well that there are crackers, but who wants to eat them? So go ahead! Into the forest! And don't look at me like that, I'm on the hunt, the environment will not suffer. There was a pleasant coolness in the forest, the birds were singing, somewhere not far away I heard the roar of deer. The deer attracted me, calling the camel away, I went into the shade and began to creep up to the place where I heard the roar. I had to walk long enough, almost an hour, and when I did find them, I fell asleep, stepping on a branch, so I had to catch up. Perhaps it was worth spitting on this matter, but I had already bitten the bit and did not want to leave without game, although I spent several hours on it. It seems to have overtaken, deer stood in a tight circle in a clearing and ate grass. I’m not going to make such an oversight anymore, so I tried to foresee everything: branches, wind,
Early in the morning, so as not to waste time, I got up, had breakfast and went to Master Loiniel. The master got up early, so he was not afraid to wake him up. It must be said that the sleeping city is beautiful: dawn rose in the east, its red rays illuminated the spire of the town hall, touched the magic dome of the academy and sparkled in it with a riot of colors. It was like a miniature aurora borealis, under which a soundless salute exploded. This celebration of the eyes did not last long, about five minutes, the sun came out, and everything took on its colors. Immediately, the magic lanterns along the streets went out, a rooster crowed somewhere, and I realized that I had been standing with my mouth open all this time. Coming to his senses, he moved on. Loiniel, as usual, was standing on the porch, is he sleeping here, or what? After greeting, he told me to open the map, on which he indicated the purpose of my visit. He also handed over a tube of papers for the Scorpions. Thanki