Vic got up on all fours, his head spinning unbearably, and he struggled to focus his eyes on the white beast. The movements of the monster were almost not perceived by the eyes, they were so fast that they resembled a whirlwind circling in flight. The Vistolet sat down, rubbed his face with his hands, the flaring fight suddenly appeared right in front of him. The wolf with silver eyes knocked down the soldiers standing nearby, slashed his teeth on their necks in a jump. People fell, their bodies convulsed, blood gushed from deep wounds. Vic pulled back slightly, looked around, found his sword. It was only on the third attempt that he managed to rise to his feet. The thick of the fight moved a little to the side, but screams of horror and death rattles were still heard too close. Vic shook his head, trying to assess the prospects.The werewolf did not pay attention to the blows raining down on him, he simply moved from victim to victim with lightning speed, but his skin was no longer s
The bright sun was still shining in the sky and fluffy white clouds were running, driven by a warm breeze. The world was familiar, full of life and cold alienation. The world was different, with its inherent sorrows and losses, with joys and happiness, there were kingdoms of people and a dead forest of the damned. But this was his world. Their world.He slowly looked around, taking in both the wide meadow and the gloomy dark thicket of the forest. The inhabitants of Reeta howled hoarsely and scraped the ground with their paws, as if they knew that their king was not going to return to them now. The only surviving sorcerer stood calmly among the bloodied bodies of his recent subordinates. Hands lowered, back proudly straightened, in the eyes of an incomprehensible expectation, but not fear. He did not take his eyes off Yaroslav, an incomprehensible look.Yarsi walked across the grass and picked up a white sword from the ground, which lay comfortably in his right hand, habitually coveri
They got ready for the road quickly, took away a couple of horses for everyone, almost did not disassemble the saddlebags, deciding that they would deal with this later. Yarsi easily lifted and put the wounded Elena in the saddle, the girl did not mind, but out of habit she snorted something. Disa and Lyubava sniffed at her for a long time, whispered to each other, but then they took them under guardianship and the three of them discussed something vigorously all the way.Yarsi tried to move away and not listen, as soon as their conversation sounded like phrases about dress models, fabric colors and arguments about how many layers of lace should be in order to emphasize the figure more profitably. The werewolf girls eagerly absorbed all the information about the modern world received from Elena. And the princess of Tinasa, having found such grateful listeners, even forgot about her wound and the role of an innocently injured victim, who should groan and moan, causing a feeling of pity
The flame may be different.Yarsi stepped into the rays of the setting sun, after the semi-dark forge they seemed dazzlingly bright. He involuntarily narrowed his eyes. The surrounding reality closed with a continuous rumble of voices, the everyday noise of the village and an obsessive sense of anxiety.Screams and swearing caught the ear on the verge of perception, yet they came from behind the tightly closed door of the trading shop located at the other end of the village. The werewolf king grimaced, one could not even guess what caused the noise. He looked at Radolyub, the sorcerer had already turned towards the guest yard where they were staying. Sometimes it is very beneficial not to hear - there are fewer problems to intervene in.“I’ll go for a walk,” Yarsi smiled wryly.- Is there something wrong? – his companion immediately alerted.Our friends are never all right.He took a step down the road and froze. Small whirlwinds shot up nearby, swirling dust in the air, enveloping in
Yarsi was both bitter and indifferent at the same time, he did not understand what was happening to him. A vision flashed before my eyes again - the open doors of a gilded crypt and steps leading down. Leading to infinity, like streams of magic, merging into boundless rivers right under your feet.With a tearing pop, the rocky surface of the road opened up, an ever-expanding crack ran just along the scorched strip. The knuckles suddenly grabbed the edge of the rift, froze, and in the next moment the first hundred skeletons, yellowed by time, jumped out.Hearing singled out a single astonished sigh that sounded behind him, a sigh of general horror, mixed with the clatter of retreating feet. There was no panic, but people backed away. Yarsi did not blame them, yes, he knew the inhabitants of Myros as fearless warriors, but now they faced too unusual opponents.A whisper broke from Radolyub's lips, he quickly read the spell. On the other hand, Zoran was swinging his hammer, creating quit
Zoran cautiously looked into the rift, saw how deep the fog swirled at its bottom and involuntarily shivered.- Yes, that still a gift remained and the road will have to be laid around. You don't even have to think about the bridge. But the guard post will have to be organized here.“Mage outpost,” Yarsi nodded.- Where can I get them? These mages? Radolyub spread his hands. “We don’t have those in Listovaya. And you won’t be interrogated from the capital, they’ve already tried it.- And who are you?- Blacksmith. And I'm not going to stay here, I've sat too long already, so don't look at me.“And at me,” Radolyub immediately declared, seeing that the interlocutors turned in his direction. - I have a whole detachment of battle mages recently died, I need to recruit new ones.“All right,” Yarsi decided. “We'll find the magician, and I almost know where. Or rather, I think that a company of our acquaintances is visiting him now, otherwise why didn’t they react in any way to the recent r
“Tink,” he finally straightened up and even slightly moved away from the closet, keeping a wary and hopeful look on Yarsi. - It's just incredible, I heard so much about this world that I did not even hope that I would meet the Guide. Meet me just like that! With us, getting into your world is considered a road of no return.- HM interesting. And where did you get the idea that I'm the Explorer? Yarsi asked with a grin.“Uh,” the otherworlder swallowed nervously, his face showing fear. “Well, hmm, I guessed…- Well, yes, of course, - the werewolf shook his head, showing that he did not believe. - Okay, we'll deal with this later. Another question - didn't you know where you were going?“I, uh, in general…” the guy hesitated. - I had to run away and one of my good friends - the Guide, or rather, I thought that he was my friend, helped me with this. Dropped me here.He shivered.- Thrown into the Closed World, the Guide of which has already made its twenty-four transitions and does not g
The guards at the central gate had long been tracking with their eyes a group of horsemen moving at a quiet trot along the line of carts. The gates of Ereald remained closed since morning. An order was received to let in only footmen and only through an auxiliary gate, located slightly away from the gate. The most impatient squeezed through the narrow door with difficulty, dragging all their belongings in huge trunks on their own backs. The rest waited hopefully. But noon passed, and the order to open the gate did not come.The people were nervous, talking loudly, trying to ask questions to the guards, but they only shrugged their shoulders. They didn't know what they were waiting for. And now those riders approaching the central gate too resolutely.Ratmir, the head of their reinforced detachment, counted eight and now he could already see them well. Three - young girls, keep in the center of the group, dressed in a travel way, the figures hide dark cloaks. One of the men, the one wi