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The attacker's momentary hesitation was enough for the vampire to close up a well-aimed shot to the head with an explosive projectile. The head shattered like a ripe gourd. A pistol covered with secret writing clicked an empty bolt, it was the last bullet. The vampire put the pistol back in its holster under his cloak. The furies finished off the wounded, their number was sharply reduced, more than half of the detachment lay lifeless in pools of blood and severed limbs. The werewolves howled in victory. Suddenly, purple balls flew in the dark ones from the side of the house, bursting when several dark ones hit at once, in the heat of battle they somehow forgot about the sorcerers. A group of Lycians came out of the house in clothes of different colors,

-Forward! - immediately commanded Alud, directing the dark ones. It was still about a hundred and fifty meters to the house, it was necessary to get to them as soon as possible before they crushed the remaining dark ones with magic fire