History

- Who are you, and what do you want? (
- We are the Order of Light! We are called to protect people from evil, darkness, the undead, and stale beer!
- And what do you need from me?
- You are an emissary of light! Your destiny is to save us all. The time for a mysterious, radiant ritual is approaching, which will drive away the darkness, make evil tremble, and turn the beer into spring water! But the forces of darkness want to prevent this; our task is to save you!!!
- I don't understand, why me? )
- How would we know, damn it? The Emperor commanded it.
Arandor was led to the Fortress of the Order of Light by Buffnuto (emphasis on the last "o"). Paladins and soldiers were scouting all around. It felt as if it was getting colder and darker.
Loken sniffed the air.
- I smell... cheap beer. Be on your guard!
Arandor also sniffed the air.
- Hey, there's a strange smell of technical lubricant here!
- Lubricant?
- Yeah, lubricant ))) well, you know, to lubricate something with it ))
Suddenly, a scorching ball of an unknown substance crashed into the group of soldiers.
- Hahahaha, you got it, you bastards?! Now our squad will punish you!!!
- Come on! Run away! Get out of here! Get out! Hahahaha, cowards!
- Fire! Fire! Attack!
- Forward! Beat them! Come on, crush them, beat them, bring me the head of their leader!!!
All this was done by one person.
First, he appeared ahead, wearing a wolf skin, with a crooked sword in one hand and a semi-automatic submachine gun in the other.
Then the rest emerged from the ambush, a squad of armed thugs from the Guild of the Seven-Sided Triangle.
Technologically advanced outcasts, worshipping dark gods and making the darkest deals with global criminals throughout history.
Also, people in black, light armor with the emblem of the Black Order of Beer Drinkers emerged from behind the trees. No longer mindless, zombie-like creatures, but soldiers.
- Take them!!! - Imaris, the Mad Wolf, shouted, breaking the brief silence.