Happy Life
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Clang, clang, clang, clang. Ucon’s hands were a mess, and had long gone numb. It was so unpleasant to feel the recoil not from soft flesh, but from whatever that sluggish golem was made of. But apparently, it was made of a less durable material than his grandfather’s axe. Knowing only one thing in life – to chop mindlessly – he decided that he would die, but he would tear this wonder-monster, the product of someone’s twisted mind, to shreds.
- Patience and labor… - wiping the sweat from his brow and seeing that the situation had stabilized, he sat down on a stone.
- Stupidity and courage! You are now an iron lumberjack! - Chernika leaves a comment and checks the enemy corpses.
- So, what have you achieved? - while she does this, the warrior asks a handful of ashes, which are the remains of the leader. - You have disgraced yourself before us and before your ancestors, like the ultimate loser. And you? - he asks the cats. - Was it worth telling this tearful story if you still succumbed to the fire mages? The mind of an animal is darkness.
Critically examining the badly damaged blade of his weapon, he takes out a sharpening stone and restores it to its usual appearance.
- Patience and labor… - wiping the sweat from his brow and seeing that the situation had stabilized, he sat down on a stone.
- Stupidity and courage! You are now an iron lumberjack! - Chernika leaves a comment and checks the enemy corpses.
- So, what have you achieved? - while she does this, the warrior asks a handful of ashes, which are the remains of the leader. - You have disgraced yourself before us and before your ancestors, like the ultimate loser. And you? - he asks the cats. - Was it worth telling this tearful story if you still succumbed to the fire mages? The mind of an animal is darkness.
Critically examining the badly damaged blade of his weapon, he takes out a sharpening stone and restores it to its usual appearance.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
