Dracon Малласа
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Okay, I would like to add another excerpt about Albin's mission...
P.S. Simas, please point out any inaccuracies in this and previous texts.
In all cities, even small settlements, Dark Elves always have an entrance to the Dungeon, through which they constantly maintain contact with all their settlements, even the smallest ones. In this way, they also transport troops and trade caravans, rarely using roads located on the surface! But even in their own Dungeons, they are not absolute rulers! Dwarves! - arrogant and greedy creatures in the eyes of the Dark Elves! They believe that because they have been the undisputed rulers of the Dungeons for several centuries, this will continue forever?! But that is not the case, most Dark Elves think. That is why the feud between the Dark Elves and the Dwarves is much stronger than with their forest brethren! And constant skirmishes in the Dungeons with the Dwarves have become commonplace for the Dark Elves.
Albin and the others were led into the Dungeon. There was a mesmerizing beauty all around... Stalactites hanging from the jagged ceiling of the cave shimmered with all shades of purple. They alternately turned blood-red and then filled with a bright, deep blue-black! All this hypnotized the imagination, but also frightened with its unknown, with its secret presence of danger, from which Albin felt a chill run down his spine. Something similar was felt by the others... Follow me," a voice echoed from the darkness. Everyone followed the strange figure, who had a small hump and was wearing a tattered cloak with a hood. The entire procession gradually moved away towards the gladiatorial arena... None of them were sure they would survive, none of them were sure they would have to fight a Chaos Hydra (Young graduates must be prepared for anything; there was a case when one of the teachers warned his students about the upcoming test. Later, this teacher was found murdered in his own bed, and one of the captured Rakshasas was unleashed on his students, who had already developed a plan to fight the Hydra, and he slaughtered them all), none of them would ever be cowardly or run away...
They found themselves in the center of a round arena, the walls of which were covered in poisoned spikes, and in some parts of the arena lay fragments of chains. Each of them had either a sword, a pike, or some other weapon, depending on the personal preferences of its owner + each of them had a crossbow and a knife. The knife is worth paying special attention to. The Dark Elves' knives were perfectly balanced and sharpened. They could be thrown from any position - they would still stick in...
May the Mother of Shadows help you," the elder in the cloak proclaimed loudly. The gates of the arena opened, and a Chaos Hydra rushed towards the young elves, clacking its teeth. Albin gripped his blade tighter. The battle began..
P.S. Simas, please point out any inaccuracies in this and previous texts.
In all cities, even small settlements, Dark Elves always have an entrance to the Dungeon, through which they constantly maintain contact with all their settlements, even the smallest ones. In this way, they also transport troops and trade caravans, rarely using roads located on the surface! But even in their own Dungeons, they are not absolute rulers! Dwarves! - arrogant and greedy creatures in the eyes of the Dark Elves! They believe that because they have been the undisputed rulers of the Dungeons for several centuries, this will continue forever?! But that is not the case, most Dark Elves think. That is why the feud between the Dark Elves and the Dwarves is much stronger than with their forest brethren! And constant skirmishes in the Dungeons with the Dwarves have become commonplace for the Dark Elves.
Albin and the others were led into the Dungeon. There was a mesmerizing beauty all around... Stalactites hanging from the jagged ceiling of the cave shimmered with all shades of purple. They alternately turned blood-red and then filled with a bright, deep blue-black! All this hypnotized the imagination, but also frightened with its unknown, with its secret presence of danger, from which Albin felt a chill run down his spine. Something similar was felt by the others... Follow me," a voice echoed from the darkness. Everyone followed the strange figure, who had a small hump and was wearing a tattered cloak with a hood. The entire procession gradually moved away towards the gladiatorial arena... None of them were sure they would survive, none of them were sure they would have to fight a Chaos Hydra (Young graduates must be prepared for anything; there was a case when one of the teachers warned his students about the upcoming test. Later, this teacher was found murdered in his own bed, and one of the captured Rakshasas was unleashed on his students, who had already developed a plan to fight the Hydra, and he slaughtered them all), none of them would ever be cowardly or run away...
They found themselves in the center of a round arena, the walls of which were covered in poisoned spikes, and in some parts of the arena lay fragments of chains. Each of them had either a sword, a pike, or some other weapon, depending on the personal preferences of its owner + each of them had a crossbow and a knife. The knife is worth paying special attention to. The Dark Elves' knives were perfectly balanced and sharpened. They could be thrown from any position - they would still stick in...
May the Mother of Shadows help you," the elder in the cloak proclaimed loudly. The gates of the arena opened, and a Chaos Hydra rushed towards the young elves, clacking its teeth. Albin gripped his blade tighter. The battle began..