All Chapters of Wanderers Of the Night: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

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

“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 houses parted, well-groomed trees stood along the edges of a flat wide road, and then they parted, revealing a spacious square and a snow-white palace. Tall, slender towers soared into the sky, and the main building stretched upwards, striking with its unreal elegance and seeming fragility. The palace shone with a crystal brilliance, as if woven from passages, turrets and many ledges crowned with spiers.Yarsi pulled on the reins of his horse, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He really did not want to look at his house with a new look, but he could not help himself. He always perceived it only as a house, but now the palace was revealed from a completely different side - a stranger, torn from another world, not belonging to this reality.He looked, looked at the place where he was born, where he grew up, painfully realizing its greatness and pain, longing and madness that burned the creator of this palace for many years.Home, parents, past…. There is none of this anymore. H

The air hummed, filled with unbearably loud thumps of blades touching. Just as deafening is the noise in the forge, when the blacksmith, with a skillful hand, lowers the hammer on the sword blank, giving it the desired shape. But there was no smithy here, the forest was noisy here, and its indignant rustle was muffled by the furious clang of steel. The blows came too often, repeatedly causing him to dodge and retreat, circle and parry attacks from five opponents at once. There was no time to be surprised that so far he had not received a single wound. Only somewhere on the edge of consciousness beat a desperate thought that this fight lasts an incredibly long time and draws out the last forces. Vic was already accustomed to his own increased speed and endurance, which increased significantly at night. But still he tried not to get involved in any alterations, surprisingly too often encountered on his way. At first he attributed it to his own bad luck. And how else to explain that