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Yarsi quickly noted that Vik was not among the dead and felt an involuntary relief.He stepped a little closer, peered at their wounds. Four bloody stripes crossed the chest of each - long and deep, torn to skin, bones and internal organs. The one who killed them dealt only one blow, one single blow with great inhuman strength.The sorcerers walked around the corpses in a circle, looked at each other, knelt down next to them, whispered something quietly."We're all going to die," a woman shrieked in the crowd. “Katrice is doomed…People began to murmur, frightened cries were heard.Why did the undead enter the city? – it was a question to sorcerers. Yarsi recognized the bald man's voice. - It turns out that we are now even in our homes are not safe?“You should have known that the undead would cross the Border!” Someone else backed him up. - That's why you are sorcerers, that's what we pay you for! ..- Where is the Head? Let him tell you what to do.We will all die...- Katrice has b
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Yarsi showed his fist to the stallion and again grabbed the saddle, this time he managed to cope with the girth safely. He threw the saddlebags on the horse and jumped into the saddle. The stallion danced in place, striving to rear up.“Yes,” Elena's companion said discontentedly, and Yarsi felt his penetrating gaze on him.He was tall and thin, strands of completely gray hair fell on his shoulders, a painful expression froze on his weather-beaten, wrinkled face. He held two horses at the bridle and leaned heavily on a staff Yarsi knew. But the colorless eyes burned with a completely unnatural strength for his age.- Yaroslav. You have matured, but I recognize you, glad that my girl was not mistaken. I hope your years of wandering have taught you something, fugitive. And yet, Elena, - he turned to the girl. “It would be extremely unreasonable to continue the further journey, accompanied by two inept boys. They can't protect us!Matzher laughed softly again.Elena gave him a displeased
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They made their next stop almost at night, when the sun had dipped behind the treetops. Wriston chose a spot on the side of the road, away from the trees. They dismounted, unsaddle their horses, but did not let them go to graze, the forest was too close.Riston cautiously looked around and, leaning heavily on his staff, walked in a circle, bypassing the place of their parking.Is he a sorcerer? Yarsi asked, lowering his voice.“Once upon a time,” Elena sighed heavily. They say old habits are hard to break."That's stupid," Matzher chuckled. – What is he doing? Trying to create a protective circle? Useless occupation.“It will make him feel better,” the girl said. She took supplies from her saddlebag and began preparing supper.Vic went for firewood and lit a fire. Matzher found himself a stump, sat down and began to watch Wriston. The old man now leaned toward the ground, then straightened up, drew unknown signs in the air with his staff, and muttered something quietly."At least he's
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There was no fear, I wanted to grab the nearest delonha with my teeth, preferably by the throat, and crush the supple body with my hands so that the bones cracked. Crush, immobilize, trample into the ground. But they did not let him close to them, they fenced themselves off with a wall of sparkling blades, already realizing that something was wrong.Yarsi was tired of rushing between opponents, he again ducked and quickly slipped under the belly of the nearest horse. At the same time, he grabbed the rider's leg and pulled it with force, pulling him down. From surprise, the delonh flew out of the saddle and found himself on the ground. Yarsi fell on top, realizing that he was sorely lacking time, the rest of the opponents were too close.Delongh writhed under him, Yarsi with difficulty pulled his unnaturally strong arm with a weapon away from him, moving away from the luminous sword. The edge of the blade was so sharply sharpened that it was almost invisible to the eye and blurred into
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There are a thousand roads leading awayThere are thousands of roads that sang the night.My path is oneAnd in it the moon again smiles without sleep,Now she is my ladyI am her slave, servant in the night ...The time was drawing near to dawn, but low black clouds hanging almost overhead made the twilight a real darkness. Heavy, joyless and impenetrable.The horses trotted along at a quiet trot, as tired as the riders from the furious ride that had lasted all night. Matzher led their small detachment, Yarsi rode at the rear. He saw that people could hardly sit in the saddles, they didn’t get a good rest, they didn’t manage to sleep and even have dinner, and now they were holding on with their last strength.People. He caught himself thinking that he no longer identified himself with people, himself and Matzher. Only three of them were human. Their smell tickled his nostrils, he heard their hearts beating, he felt how hot blood was running very close through their veins ... His mind
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In the morning, Vic grumbled for a long time, argued with Matzher, tried to convince him of something. Yarsi watched their exchange impassively. He refused the proposed breakfast, which caused new exclamations of displeasure from the Vistolian, who claims that the hungry werewolf might again try to dine with him. Matzher only shrugged his shoulders, as if through a great distance, Yarsi heard his words.“…At least your presence won’t force me to chase him all over the forest, his game is always around….”“…Well, thanks.” Vic rubbed his neck. – I’m glad I can help, your concern for my health brings me to tears…All day long, their little detachment moved through the thicket of the forest. Yarsi seemed to be watching himself from the sidelines. Half-sleep was replaced by brief moments of wakefulness, then consciousness again plunged into a fog. Awakening was like emerging from a deep viscous pool. He began to hear voices, his eyes cleared, reality rolled so close that he felt the beatin
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Life cannot be a dream, but sometimes it suddenly becomes the most cherished desire. Right now, more than ever, I wanted to forget and not think about anything. But, unfortunately, Yarsi perceived everything that was happening too clearly. The day is running out, not just a day - the last day. And the promised help remained an illusion. It's not scary. Now it's not scary anymore.– And now what? Vic's voice broke the long silence.For quite some time the horses had wandered aimlessly through the woods, unguided by their riders. Matzher was immersed in his own thoughts, he seemed to be remembering something. Vic looked around nervously, glanced anxiously at the prince.“Maybe it’s time for you to turn towards Daitra?” Yarsi asked. - You will reach the nearest village and you will be safe.The Vistolet shook his head stubbornly.“That's stupid, Vic!“I want to stay until the end, but not because of the contract, but because you are my friend, Yarsi.“Thanks, but that doesn’t make sense
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A huge eagle glided smoothly over the forest. Its wide-spread wings were almost motionless, it only shook them slightly, adjusting to the air currents. His keen eyes caught the slightest movement below. As if the waves of the sea bent and straightened under the gusts of wind, the tops of the trees, nimble animals jumped from branch to branch, carefree little birds flew.The eagle made a wide circle and dropped slightly, peering into the gaps between the trunks. The wind suddenly changed, stood in its way like a cold, elastic wall, so that the bird had to make several powerful flaps of its wings to break through this wall. He let out a long cry, an icy wave penetrated through the feathers and seemed to dig into the body. The eagle tumbled, its wings flapping helplessly under the merciless gusts of the hurricane. The forest below stood motionless, he watched the attempts of a living creature to continue its path in the world of the dead.The eagle shouted again, this time angrily, fierc
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The soft, very smooth movement turned into a jerky wave of the hand, the silver of the blade sparkled in the setting sun and sank into the insides of the half-decayed body. The corpse swayed, a bloody-fiery reflection flashed in the empty eye sockets and immediately went out - it hid in the depths of the skull. Hidden. The dead man stared straight in front of him for several long moments with blind holes in his eyes, and then began to sag, kneel down, scrape the ground with his knuckles and hiss menacingly. He did not want to leave, there is too much energy here to stay.Vic smiled crookedly, the creature was found to be tenacious, already three necromancers, after meeting with this walking monster, lay in the nearest forest and pretended to be dead. Until the time - until it's their turn. It could be assumed that this dead man was once a sorcerer, even such rumors circulated. Didn't really listen.He stepped back abruptly, knuckles ripping through the air, aiming at his legs. The Vis
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Radolyub fell to his knees, rested his forehead on the ground and could not stop himself in order not to laugh. His whole body shook with hysterical laughter, tears flowed from his eyes, his fingers scraped the ground, raked in dust. Mida looked at him blankly. A large crowd of the dead had gathered around their dome. The walking corpses snapped their jaws furiously, hissed furiously and fought against an invisible barrier. The only free place where one could look and not stumble upon their faces distorted by death was the sky.“We beat ourselves,” the mage said with difficulty through spasms of laughter. – They beat… But he was a man, Mida. Understand? Human in essence. King of Reeta, dragon and human.He turned with difficulty and looked at the sorceress.- You do not care?"We did what we had to do," the woman said coldly.- So, what is next? Your pride, your hatred, your arrogance - how will they help you now? We ruined our world, Mida!She closed her eyes, slowly sank down next t
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The horse wheezed, shreds of foam flew from the bit. Elena looked ahead with despair, she had long been separated from the rest of the horsemen, but this did not make her feel any better. I wanted to find wings like Vic's and fly up into the sky and cover the distance to Keront in a few moments.This was not necessary, the city flashed as a blurry streak on the horizon, and right in the middle of the road a monstrous action unfolded: a black streak flashed in the air, strangely resembling a giant blade that hung vertically behind ... Yarsi. The blade turned, resounded in breadth, and now, instead of a blade, an oval funnel was spinning above the ground.Elena realized that she had already seen this, once a green-eyed demon, who called himself Brother Yarsi, had gone into a similar portal, and then King Bortan created something similar and also left this world. So doesn't this portal mean that Yarsi must now leave?The girl gritted her teeth and hit the horse with her heels, forcing th
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In the approaching twilight of the evening, the city seemed strangely lonely - the walls had lost their colors and were filled with gray tones, the crimson reflections of the sunset fell on the roofs, making them ominously bloody.Radolyub kept looking back, glancing at Carival. Like saying goodbye.Their little band was trotting towards the Valley of the Wind. He took only five magicians with him - young and very capable, from those who took the coming of dragons very close to their hearts. They hardly had to explain anything, everyone was ready to sacrifice themselves for the sake of destroying the monsters.Radolyub with hidden trembling peered into their faces, they will serve only to divert attention, but the main blow will have to be dealt to him. Or will it be Giton? Or maybe Mida?The woman and eight magicians from Bitra joined them at the crossroads with Tinasa, they slipped out of the hills like shadows, silently nodded and did not utter a word. Radolyub carefully ran his ey
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His own movements reminded him of the attempts of a seriously ill person to get on his feet, his body almost did not obey, but Kim, with desperate persistence, forced himself to move, crawl, flounder in place. Yes, anything to get out of this lingering pool of weakness. The vague gaze now and then stumbled upon the motionless figures of the sisters, their pale faces, disheveled hair and barely rising chests. It was terribly unusual to see restless, cheerful girls like that ... A feeling of guilt before them firmly settled in his mind - he used them and could not protect them.He put his hand on the ground and got down on one knee. A cloud of ash shot up around, hung in the air and reluctantly fell. Kim almost did not notice how Vic flew away, suddenly the Wistolet was simply gone - he disappeared, disappeared among the endless whirlwinds of what was happening. And left them here. Next to the dragon.The guy ran his hand over his face, smeared soot on his cheeks, shook his head, trying
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“My son, a flame lives in you…. My heir!”What is the heir? The indifferent look of almost colorless eyes continued to live in my memory. Inhuman eyes! Too cold and almost dead.You only came to life when you met your mother, and then you killed her....His head was torn from an endless stream of images. Shadows, color pictures, some fragmentary memories suddenly decided to merge into a single round dance and fall on the mind. Right now, right at the moment when clear thinking was needed.Perhaps this is how they start to go crazy?I saw double, jumped from the distant cloudless sky to the deformed wasteland of the Valley, then to the forest, to the endless line of the dead, continuing to advance from Tinasa and again to the strip of mountains framing the black, ash-like earth, split by faults.A wide road ran along the edge of the Valley, dust was raised by the hooves of horses. A long file of horsemen trotted out from behind the hills, all in battle armor, well-armed, all but three
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They sat on the ground, trembling. The girls quickly came to their senses and even smiled sadly. Mila ran her finger along the wing, nodded thoughtfully and quite like an adult.- Now you are very beautiful, Vic ...Sarsha's hand carefully lay on her head, stroking her hair with a barely noticeable movement. A moment... Vic slowly pulled away and gathered his wings behind him, nodded to Yarsi, then turned to Erto. He stared at him with wide eyes, his fingers gripping the hilt of his drawn sword so tightly that they turned white. Vic chuckled wryly and drew the thorn across his throat in a very unambiguous manner. Erto stepped back, clattering his weapon back into its scabbard.“I don’t know what kind of creature you are, but now I’m not going to find out,” he said in a hollow voice."Vic is my friend and that's enough," Yarsi said calmly. So, what else do you know about dragons? What's next?Erto raised his head to the sky. In the pale blue, a black shadow slowly glided, rising higher
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With each step, a thick cloud of ash rose into the air. The smallest black particles resembled homogeneous weightless dust and were torn off from the slightest movement. Ordinary ash is not like that. And there is no such thing as fog. And the frost crystals remaining after it should not dig into the ground with spikes and harden with ugly thorns.The earth was dying, underfoot, instead of soil, a lifeless stone rang. The ash was not just an outer cover, it became a death shroud for this forest...The border of living trees moved a huge distance, edging the black, cracked wasteland. The disfigured land stretched all the way to the hills, from behind which a string of walking corpses continued to crawl out. The swaying figures, paying no attention to anything, stepped into the ashes and indifferently wandered forward.Yarsi was forced to move away from the main scene of action in order to remain under the crowns of trees. The gigantic skeleton of the dragon turned back to the dead. Sno
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Inside the body, something irritatingly crunched and shifted quite palpably so that Vic could hardly restrain himself from screaming. A recently seen picture immediately arose before my eyes - new bone outgrowths come out of the dragon's skeleton and begin to crawl, intertwine, strengthen the backbone. But what happens to his own body?The Vistolet moved cautiously, sat up with difficulty, hoping very much that he would not begin to turn into something new right now. The skin of the back kept the feeling of icy cold, which stuck into the flesh with needles and continued to twitch with pain. He tried to look around, all he could see was a shoulder covered with countless red dots."Dragon's breath," Yarsi said, a mocking smile on his lips. “Your skin is strong, Vic, don’t worry. You were almost unharmed. Can you create such a protective zone again?- Wh-what? The voice sounded hoarse, he coughed.- Do not sleep, Vic, now there is no time to delve into yourself. Accept everything new at
