His gaze glided over the distant clouds - wonderfully fluffy, beautifully illuminated by the flaming glow of the setting sun. He just lay there and stared blankly at the sky. All the same, I didn’t have the strength to move and I didn’t have the strength to resist either. And to think…, you can think as much as you like, the situation did not change and did not become clearer. But the chest was still squeezed by spasms of pain with every breath of air, and I also painfully wanted to stick my fingers under the ribs and squeeze the distinctly pulsating heart. Why? Vic didn't know, but the pounding of his own heart resounded in his ears with an annoying sound, contradicting his true nature.He smiled wryly. The thoughts were frightening. Who is he? And what if, despite the changes, he continues to reach for the lost image?- Well, - the voice of the sorcerer-delonha sounded very thoughtful. The rest stood a little further, forming a narrow circle. “You are strong, vistole. Most in your p
He looked at the wave that ran before his eyes in an uncountable stream of human bodies - it seemed so. So it was easier to perceive the chaos that more and more absorbed the surrounding space.It's funny, but although the delonhi sorcerers tried, only those who stood in the center of the square managed to create protective barriers. The rest were swept by a wave of walking corpses. Their only defense was the dead they had already raised before. And also magic - biting discharges beating on staggering figures. Chaos. Raging in the square of the dead.Probably, if he saw this earlier, when he was still an ordinary person, he would shudder in horror. And the knowledge that you yourself created this nightmare would bring dreary hopelessness - this should not happen, people are not material for obedient, ignorant puppets. They should not die by the thousands for the sake of someone's insane goals.But it happened, and by his own will, as well as by the will of the enemy, they rose up and
The foliage of the bushes rustled nearby, Kim slowly walked over and sank to the ground next to Vic. Mila and Lana wearily lay down on the grass and tried not to move anymore. The boy looked at the Wistolet with an attentive look. His lips curved slightly into a painful smile, and he clasped his knees with his hands and froze.He was silent for a while, then he spoke. Vic just listened, there was nothing else to do, although prickly needles dug quite noticeably into his side and right arm. This meant only one thing - the magician put his changed sword between himself and him."Sarsh," Kim's voice was hoarse, he struggled to get the words out. – An ice demon of the night from the world of the delonkhs. You should have stopped them, not me.... But you don't know who you are yet. It's strange that you turned into a sarsha, it's strange that the Delonkhs chose our world for their hunt. We have nothing that could be their target. Or is there? Kim shook his head and wearily rubbed his face
He ate it slowly and paid. I moved slowly towards the exit, trying to predict how events would develop further. However, everything was obvious here.A familiar warrior was waiting right outside the door. Yarsi cast a quick glance around the yard and stepped towards the hitching post."Hey, boy," a heavy, plate-gloved hand landed on his shoulder. “Wait a minute, there is a conversation.I had to stop and turn around, noticing how two more men in the form of royal troops were approaching from the side.- You're not local, are you? So?"Yes," Yarsi nodded. - And what?- Otherwise, you're out of luck, guy, you won't be able to say goodbye to your family. We have an order - we take away everyone who is suitable for service. So come with us.- And I do not fit, - the werewolf smiled mockingly.- And why is that? – menacingly asked the warrior, and the other two chose positions so as to cut off the path to escape. - Don't talk to me. Or are you thinking of resisting? So we will quickly clar
They stopped in a small depression. While the girl was walking to the river, Yarsi quickly gathered firewood, prepared a place for a fire and took out supplies from the travel bag. Of course, the fire could not have been kindled, but after the dampness of that road, I really wanted to at least dry my moisture-absorbed pants, which got all the spray from under the horse's hooves - on myself. And over the fire it was possible to fry bread and warm meat.The fellow traveler returned surprisingly quickly - cleanly washed, with smoothed hair, she saw the prepared branches and grabbed the staff.Let me light a fire! I'm doing well.The girl pointed her staff at the branches, whispered something softly. Yarsi prudently moved back, hoping very much that her skill was truly controllable and not like his own.The staff sparkled, a thin twisting lightning bolt fell from it, then another and another. They all hit exactly on the folded branches. Smoke appeared, and then flames danced.The werewolf
With great difficulty - the spikes on the fingers significantly interfered, managed to tie the corners of the fabric and somehow cover myself in front and behind. Yes, he understood that it was night and most likely no one would see him, but he could not help himself - he was not used to walking around naked. Although he immediately remembered the werewolves of Reeta, for whom it was quite natural, he tried to justify himself by saying that he was not in the forest.Vic moved forward again, holding on to the slipping loincloth and completely unaware of where to get clothes. He cautiously crept along the house and peered around the corner, sniffing. The only option was to rob a clothes shop. The street turned out to be, though not central, but not out of the way. Vistolets was pleased to find here both the baker's house and the home of the shoemaker, and a tailor's workshop was found.He rushed to the solid one-story mansion, forced to use his ability to move quickly. Whatever you do f
The last cart passed over the bridge, the caravan immediately picked up speed - the horses were whipped up and forced to trot. It remains to cross a small meadow and you can enter the gates of Kerival.- Well, finally, - Tirena immediately hit the horse on the sides and let it go around the caravan.Yarsi did not rush forward, drove along the carts on the grass and remained on a par with the first. The driver glanced at him warily, then nodded inquiringly to the warrior riding on the other side. He silently moved to figure out who he was and what he needed, but did not have time to drive up to the incomprehensible traveler, when a desperate cry was heard somewhere behind him.Yasri tugged on the reins sharply, his horse reared up and turned in place. Almost simultaneously, the entire caravan froze on the road.The werewolf sniffed the air and, more by smell than by ear, moved to where something transforming was beating through the tension that bound the air. A second was added to the
A detachment of armed horsemen appeared at the gates of Carival and galloped to the caravan standing in the middle of the road. At the magical dome, the riders took a step and, unable to get closer, moved along its border. Wary glances ran around the frightened faces, lingered on two decapitated corpses and motionless bodies dented into the bottom of an overturned cart. Hands immediately reached for the hilts of the swords, four took up crossbows and aimed them at the armed people in the caravan. Though it was pointless now, the dome wouldn't miss a single bolt.- What's going on here? roared the burly, broad-shouldered warrior at the head of the troop. The situation was not clear, they were watching this caravan from the moment it approached the bridge. As soon as the last cart was on this shore, strange things began to happen. The caravan suddenly stood in the middle of the road, and the cry of horror that came from it was heard even outside the city wall. Then the air trembled and