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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
Wanderers Of the Night 96
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
Wanderers Of the Night Epilogue
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
Wanderers Of the Night 1
This village was called Vestovoe, but the lone traveler did not know about it. He chose the road by chance, focusing only on the fact that it seemed to him the most traveled. He did not have a horse, he walked, from the things only a sword in a sheath on his belt, and a small bag over his shoulder.- It is he? – Swirly asked doubtfully, he openly looked at the tall dark-haired guy approaching the gate. Today he and Cybor were acting as guards, and the warriors had to be bribed to take their place for a while. Both are of medium height, thin, lithe, and not at all similar in build to the guards. The form obtained from someone else's shoulder looked baggy on them, but there was no other.The traveler looked very young, almost a boy, but he walked confidently, as if this road did not lead from the forest, along which only well-armed detachments dared to move. Bright gray eyes with calm curiosity looked at the self-proclaimed guards, lingered on the open gate and glanced further - to the
Wanderers Of the Night 2
The damned prince was forced to stop and looked inquiringly at the soldiers blocking his way. Cybor, with slight concern, did not see even a hint of fear on his face. Now he was able to examine him more closely - a handsome face, with a little sharp, but subtle features, if you think about it, you can immediately understand that the guy is not an easy tramp. But who cares here? Certainly not the Daitras.Two massive, broad-shouldered warriors stepped forward a little and started talking about the fact that it is not customary for them to let travelers go without food and rest. Moreover, their company is ready to share food and drink with a tired traveler, and then the traveler will have to share his supplies with them. No other way. Good soldiers will teach this sucker to drink properly.The guy barely perceptibly shook his head, a strange smile slipped across his lips - mocking and angry. He let go of the horse's reins, stepped back and slapped him on the rump, forcing him to step as
Wanderers Of the Night 3
As a child, this forest was perceived as just a terrible fairy tale told at bedtime by an old teacher. And how could it be otherwise? When you lie under a warm blanket in such a familiar, comfortable room and you know that you are safe. It becomes completely unimportant that the cursed forest actually exists. He's too far away to worry about the living dead, werewolves roaming among the monstrous red-leafed trees. The border is inviolable, monsters cannot cross it. And still, an obsessive thought beats in the mind that this fairy tale is not fiction. Especially when the teacher draws attention to the fact that it does not and cannot have a happy ending.Perhaps the teacher exaggerated too much to give the story of the forest of the dead a really fabulous sound, or maybe on the contrary, he downplayed the truth so as not to frighten his ward too much. The only thing that remained unchanged was that he heard this fairy tale every evening, it was repeated every day - like a spell, but he
Wanderers Of the Night 4
Although a lot has changed in five years, he was not going to return home, no one was waiting for him there. He just wanted to visit his mother's grave, say goodbye, and then leave for Vistolca forever. However, he was only too well aware that memories and stubbornness would not allow him to live in peace for the next five years until the opening of the portal, without even trying to understand the tragedy that had happened in their family.He forced himself to change, stepped over his own desires. That's just longing for the happy days of childhood, when my mother was still alive, and continued to burn the heart, twisted consciousness, did not give rest. He could not kill in himself the love for his home, for his relatives, who no longer exist.And now even that opportunity to know the truth has disappeared. The return played a cruel joke with him.Yarsi glanced around almost indifferently. Around him was a world that used to be just a fairy tale. A world that exists far beyond its o
Wanderers Of the Night 5
A dream, just a nightmare, nothing more. His eyes were closed, but even through his eyelids he could feel the bright rays of the sun hitting his face. The skin was gently touched by a warm breeze, the nostrils caught the smell of grass and some meadow flowers, the carefree chirping of birds could be heard.I did not want to open my eyes, the eyelids were very heavy. He lifted them with difficulty and immediately turned his head to one side, escaping from the sun's rays. Grass stalks swayed in front of his face, tickling his skin. It was surprisingly good and peaceful, especially after the nightmare that I had at night. hmm . Why then the feeling of dull pain spreading throughout the body? And there was also some incredible weakness that prevented him from opening his eyes to the end.So was it a dream? From his mind, suddenly, as if a veil was pulled off, still intoxicating the brain, his thoughts became clear, and all sensations became aggravated to the limit. Only grass, a meadow, s
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