All Chapters of Wanderers Of the Night: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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

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

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

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

Despite the strong gusty wind, the day promised to be hot. A wave of heat persistently crawled along the heated forest floor and shamelessly descended into the lowland, completely open to the sun's rays. The wind rustled in the tops of young pines, and hot streams persistently slid through the needles, reaching the lower branches.And before his eyes was not a forest, a cloud of haze rippled and spread in his eyes, steps on the hot sand more and more turned into torture. The air trembled with haze, spreading in thousands of images that were born in the mirror walls of the rocks. He froze in place, letting the heat gnaw at his feet, straightened up, squared his shoulders, looked at the distant gap in the entrance to the cave. The gaze clearly singled out the silhouettes of figures frozen on the border of darkness and light. They were waiting for him, but there was something wrong with this expectation. Sarshi are nocturnal creatures, and from the reflection in the rocks it was the sars