Граф Орлов
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“Oh, holy scorpions, how incredibly boring,” – out of the twelve-hour lecture with Ushumgall, only a couple of vivid phrases remained in his memory. – “I hope that next time there will be at least something practical… Like, a ghost against twenty guards and a mage in a limited space, arrange the guards so that the ghost gets hit by lightning… Hang in there, there are still almost thirty hours of tactical suffering ahead.”
Ushumgall walks home, mentally preparing himself to grind through tactical science again tomorrow.
Ushumgall walks home, mentally preparing himself to grind through tactical science again tomorrow.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers