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 single movement. There were no survivors left in the city, the hatches of the basements were torn out, the rubble was pulled away, and the corpses of the victims lay right there at the feet of the killers, silently looking into the void. We cannot escape from such a siege, at least not by conventional means, but while I was reading everything about the undead, I had an idea formed, it remains only to look for the possibility of its implementation. To begin with, I went to look for a warehouse of magic weapons, given the panic and haste that was going to be evacuated, I have good reason to believe that it was not taken out. Unfortunately, I did not know the city, but I assumed the main structure. Since the magicians are as close as possible to power, it means that their storage is somewhere near the town hall. In addition to all other inputs, the need to move on rooftops greatly slowed down.
It took about four hours to jump through the streets filled with enemies until I reached the main square, and then I faced a dilemma of how to get through the area filled with dense undead. The way out was found literally by itself. On the building where I settled, a huge stone ball was carved, such balls were decorated with banks of a notorious company. My assumption was based on reading the legend, then, when a detachment broke into the city, the undead stood and did not pay attention to their own destruction until the destruction exceeded a critical level. I would have ventured down and hacked my way through with my trusty swords, but it was scary. Lich was very close, who was reasonable, the stone itself could fall from the general devastation, but the miserable little man at the very heart is not an accident.
Therefore, I looked for something similar to crowbar, initially I just wanted to hit the mount with a sword, but it's a pity, although they are indestructible, but this is barbarism. I found a crowbar on the same roof, it was a forged lightning rod, the dwarves did not waste time on things for themselves. Carefully removing it from the mount, he went up to the ball and split the leg with three clear blows, it remains only to push it. But how should you collide? So that it rolls exactly in the direction that I need, even though the area had a slope in the direction I needed, but if you set the wrong trajectory initially, then the work will be in vain, there will be no second chance. Therefore, he tensed up and with one jerk pushed the ball towards the vault. Surprisingly, the idea worked one hundred and ten percent, the ball not only made me an ideal path to the doors, but also discharged the traps, accepting columns of flame and lightning,
I have no right to wait and think further, there are crystals of decent size, the drives of which will charge the spells in exactly five minutes. Therefore, I make a dash in invisibility and seep through the crack in the sash, formed after the ball hit. The fire scrolls are the first in line, I found them, I take a whole box, the scrolls are not so heavy, the box is heavier than them, but more on that later, three minutes are left, then household scrolls, firemen in the common people, it was easier to find them, the box with them was red color with a white stripe, one and a half minutes left. Further ampoules with mana, here they are only of the best quality, as they are intended to restore mana to magicians who are engaged in active hostilities, but you don’t have to choose. We'll have to waste those forty seconds. Already moving towards the exit, I saw a number of scrolls that were not in a box, but in separate tubes, it meant only one thing - these are scrolls of the highest order. Usually they are covered by an additional force shield, but the stone drained the spell pool too quickly, due to which the barrier was not there. I couldn’t get past this, the toad strangled me, I sharply swept everything I could reach into a spatial pocket and jumped out of the door. At the same second, an arc discharge closes behind me, crushing the stone, the amount of energy made the hairs all over my body stand on end, and I instantly sweated, imagining what would happen to me if I lingered for a second. I quickly make my way to the roof, now overloading has become my problem, for a start I took out boxes of gold, opened everything with the same crowbar and poured it into my pocket just like that, leaving the boxes. They are, of course, cool, but the advantage will not allow me to enjoy them in dignity. Further boxes of scrolls, with the only difference that he bandaged the firefighters with a belt from a misericord. I didn’t get the scrolls out of the tubes, you never know what’s in them. It seems to feel better, in any case, there is no advantage.
The next point of my plan is the warehouse of the guards of the outer perimeter, I got there without incident, by the already familiar tactics - on the roofs. The warehouses of the guards were not protected in the same way as the magical ones, they implied protection by an armed detachment, but only there were no living defenders left. Therefore, there were no problems with the penetration, he entered through the window above the gate. Fortunately, there was no one inside, the undead did not break the gate, and I could safely proceed with the second stage of my plan.
Fire scrolls were not used on the battlefield, but were used only to extinguish the fire, the main factor that played such a thing with them was the inability to contain liquid for a long time, a maximum of three days. Yes, they held a huge amount of liquid, yes, it was convenient to control the outgoing moisture, it formed into clouds that obeyed a mental command, but the storage time was decisive. Usually the scrolls were filled in the nearest large body of water, to extinguish large fires, right there.
After pulling out the scrolls and mana potions, I began to fill them from tanks in which resin was stored for defensive purposes, some kind of component was added to it, which made it fluid, almost like water. I had to revel in potions for mana, as it poured into the scroll along with filling, but then it was not required for activation. In total, it turned out to fill ten scrolls, this should have been enough, but I decided to play it safe and went towards the merchant district, recently a caravan arrived here with barrels in which oil was stored. It was with them that I filled the remaining scrolls, now I could cover everything with a margin.
The preparatory stage was completed, I spent almost twelve hours on everything, I had to return to the people, otherwise they were probably worried, and I was seriously afraid that suddenly someone would decide that I had abandoned them and spoil my plan with their actions.
The way back was already simple, like a walk, climbed into the underground passage and, having passed three traps, began to neutralize the rest. With my skill level "See the Invisible" it was quite simple, where to block the stove, where to pull out the energy crystal that feeds the trap, in a couple of places I had to cut the fishing line and carefully remove the places of its fastenings. So he slowly reached the shelter, fortunately, the worst assumptions did not materialize. People were worried, but no one committed rash acts. I asked Dmitry to organize the transfer of food to the room I found, upon the fact of fulfilling the mission - "Survive in spite of", this is necessary, otherwise we will die. He put up a guard, not reaching the undefeated traps, warning everyone about the danger. I left the traps on purpose so that nothing would be ruined and climbed out without permission.
During the trip, I got very hungry, so I had a snack and took four hours to sleep - I was very tired, and before the decisive stage of the plan you need to rest, otherwise you can make a mistake and ruin not only your life, but also the lives of people who trusted me.
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
Chapter 2Still, hand-to-hand combat is not my thing.Ignat easily got away from my jab and shortly punched me in the liver. It felt like a sledgehammer hit him in the stomach, and I bent forward, trying to get my forehead into his face.- Look you! - the big man, whom I still hooked, was surprised. - Courageous!For the next half minute, I played the bag, trying to minimize the effects of his punches and make rare counterattacks. I have to admit, I was lucky that Ignat did not set out to knock me out or cripple me.Having limited himself to a few powerful blows to the body and dried off my hands raised in the block, he stepped back and smiled friendly:- Tickets?“Quits,” I grimaced from the pain in my stomach, but shook the outstretched hand.He turned out to be so cooler than me in hand-to-hand combat that he could calmly give me humiliating cuffs on the back of the head or put a couple of black eyes. But Ignat, apparently, knew about our distinguishing feature with his brother and
Chapter 3When Piotr stopped near the Game - World head office , I was in complete prostration. On the one hand, a violent fire of anger flared up inside me, on the other hand, I was bound by the icy embrace of uncertainty and fear.“Go, Alex,” Ignat slapped me on the shoulder. - We made it on time. In six minutes you have an appointment with Albert Gennadyevich Kuchko, Max and... Marina's boss. Remember, your goal is compensation in the form of a six-month subscription. And not a word about Marina!I silently nodded and got out of the car.I reached the reception desk as if in a fog.- Alexander Krestovsky, at the reception to ...“Albert Gennadievich is already waiting for you,” the secretary nodded. — Kira, see the young man.I went on autopilot for a pretty girl, no, no, and looking askance at her pleasant roundness. Have I thought about the upcoming conversation? I highly doubt it.I came to my senses already in a luxurious office.- Alexander! A charismatic man in a perfectly fi
Chapter 4- Multiple fractures throughout the body!— The rib pierced the right lung.- Severe concussion! The patient loses consciousness! Coma threat!Give him an adrenaline rush!- Yes, he has it and so rolls over!— Almost brought, the surgeon is waiting in the operating room.- Where is it then?- This employee of the corporation Game - World , we have an agreement with them. After the operation, immediately into the capsule for recovery.- If not for the helmet, my head would burst like a watermelon ...“Wait, but we were called seven minutes ago. And he was hit by a truck in just two minutes. In addition, the guy is wearing a helmet, protection. Adrenaline in the blood ... Something is unclean here.Not our problem, let the police deal with it.But still, it's very suspicious...Stop talking, watch the patient! Pulse dropped, Masha, urgently shoot him adrenaline!- I fix the deterioration.“What did you inject him with, you fool?” Those are muscle relaxants! You will drive him
Chapter 5“I don’t understand,” I muttered, looking around. - But how to choose a class?Then came a belated thought to look at the other races and compare their bonuses with the elven ones, but it was too late. And I would not choose any other race. I had very big plans for the natural possession of a bastard sword.And given that, according to statistics, most of all swords in any virtual projects are represented by just one and a half or long swords, this promised me a confident start and a good choice in the future game.In the next game...Only now it dawned on me that there is no going back. I jumped under a truck - isekai connoisseurs will appreciate it - fell into a coma and am now in the virtual world "Sea of Opportunities". Damn it, did I still decide on this adventure?!Why does everyone like hit-and-run books so much? Yes, because it is, in fact, a second chance. A chance to start all over again, based on the experience gained. It doesn't matter where you ended up - in a
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
Fifth day of the month of the First ThundersVariable Ka-Yi in the constellation Ma-KeyinThe rule of the lunar day: "Everything that you must do is based on everyday reality, embodied in tangible forms.""Lotion of star rivers" recalls:“Ka-Yi follows a course that sets a quivering sensitivity to comings from outside, which we feel with our hearts as clearly as we feel with our skin the hot breath of our beloved. But our existence is carried away by the same echo to the outside world, telling the infinite: “We are one.” A day of nature, wild and domestic, wild and familiar. It is very useful to take time for your household, including animals, possessions, gardens, ponds, and in general all living and non-living inhabitants of nature that occur during the day. A day of filling life with strength and meaning, a day of new beginnings and new responsibilities.Antrea, the suburb of Holt, the mansion of daneke Tarma Thoris,first third of the morning watchHas your morning ever started wi
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