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Shaking his head, I didn't quite understand why he was saying all this to the wolf... The man, realizing that you can't talk to a wolf, turned away... I, having transformed into a human, said:
"Hey... Arthur... Hello..."
The man, not quite understanding who was addressing him, turned around and was surprised not to see the wolf, but a human...
"My name is Smok... From the north... Listen, tell me, what kind of games are these?"
- Listen, you forest chips, our newcomer... uh, Smok, apparently, is not so simple :) I advise you to cover your skinny bodies, otherwise he might bite you... ha-ha-ha [the imp burst into self-absorbed laughter].
- Don't be offended by our not-so-bright friend... Smok. My name is La-Elshti, I am from the Morning Dew clan, just like my friend. And there's not much to tell. Dark Elves love the art of war. In order to graduate from the Assassin school or the Fury school of blood, a Dark Elf must pass a test in the arena. And worthy specimens for this are taken from other races... In general, this is one or two of us, for example... those who are sitting here. First, the contenders for this "honor" undergo trials in battles with various animals, and then they fight each other... Those who pass... Heh... natural selection get a chance to "take" the exam from a Dark Elf Graduate, so that he can demonstrate to the teachers how he has learned to kill...
Heh... they are such cunning creatures... [La-Elshti said sadly].
- But it's not that simple... [the dry voice of the vampire unpleasantly rustled in the air...] The masters of the schools evaluate us while we fight these beasts and each other. [The vampire spat], and then, if the "examiner" is too strong for the graduate, he takes the exam from a group of assassins or furies, depending on luck. And they demonstrate how they can work as a team... to exhaust and kill a stronger opponent...
- And they know how to evaluate - the second elf interjected - Very few graduates fail the exam...
- But there is a plus: if you still defeat a crowd of these professional killers, - the man began with a smirk - then you are released... sort of.
- In general, they are bastards, they *** have fun ***, and I would like to get to their pale faces and roast them properly. Ha-ha-ha [after a long, rolling laugh, the demon added].
Well, but you won't be allowed to fight us anytime soon. First, you will be tormented by various creatures [slightly maliciously, or just differently, demons don't talk...].
P.S. to Nowizard, don't forget about Verdan...