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"Fresh blood... Finally... I'll tear them to pieces!..." - I thought...
"Why hide... Why run... Demon, be afraid... Maybe we should just cut them down?!... There are six of us... Or maybe five... Three mages!... One rogue and archer... And I'm a Barbarian... Little devil, you have a knife and a sausage!. Can you help in battle?!... And I think you spent your past life not in a cozy little house... So, the demon is also a mage, or even a warrior!..." - I declare...
- "maybe you're right, we could have searched them as well..." - this voice of the mage sounded in Smok's head, so as not to attract unnecessary attention...
Сила Тьмы - в бессилии света.
Нет невежества - есть Знание
Нет невежества - есть Знание