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End of year 334, at the walls of Veladaran.
After a long and very bloody battle, the "Insignia of Ilinar" finally managed to crush the vanguard of the rebel army and resume their advance. This was achieved with great difficulty and considerable losses, but nevertheless, their numbers were still large enough to cope with the task at hand. Or so it seemed.
— Sir, what is that in front of us? — Leykueyero's face was not visible due to the helmet on his head, but even so, the anxiety of this celebrated warrior could be felt.
— Everyone, stand! — At the marshal's command, the legion froze instantly. Their further path was blocked by a purple fog, eerie and repulsive. Its very appearance inspired terror and made it clear that contact with it should be avoided. — I have a very bad feeling.
Of course, the legionaries of Ilinar were not allowed to just stand and think. Right now, rebels and their former comrades were closing in on them from all sides. These were walking dead, and no matter how many the Insignia killed, they rose again. — Leykueyero, go ahead, find the one who is behind all this... It's definitely Nergal.
— It will be done! — The young warrior rushed forward through the purple fog.
— "He went alone again." — Tadiel shook his head and then turned to one of his squads. — Hey, you, help Leykueyero.
As he made his way through the ominous fog, Leykueyero could not stop feeling the threat to his life simply from being here, and this was clearly not without reason — he had not fought against the sorcerers of Ishanad before, but he had heard a lot about their magic. This fog not only tried to kill him, but also drove him mad. What if he dies here? Will he let Tadiel down and fail to fulfill his order? No! For Leykueyero, Tadiel was like a father, and he would definitely defeat the one who is a threat to him and Ilinar... And that someone was already standing right in front of him.
— Ah, Astin's apprentice. Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised that you are still standing, unlike…
The young warrior did not finish listening to his would-be interlocutor and immediately rushed at him. A sword in one hand, a shield in the other. All or nothing.
A stream of enormous energy flowed over the surface of his shield, but the warrior was not stopped and continued to move forward until he finally managed to strike his opponent — but in vain, the blade of the sword passed through the sorcerer's body as if it were not there at all. And then "reinforcements" arrived — a squad sent by Tadiel, which no longer served Ilinar, now they were walking dead.
— Ha... — As the risen surrounded him from all sides and the sorcerer prepared to cast his next spell, Leykueyero freed his mind, threw his shield on the ground, took an additional sword in his free hand, forgot about everything and focused on what was happening around him.
…
— Ha-ha-ha. — He killed them all. He put his comrades to rest and sent the sorcerer to the next world. Now, when the fog had receded, he ran back under the bright rays of the sun. Victory was near. That's what he thought, but reality did not quite live up to his expectations: here was his former mentor and Tadiel's head, which he held in his left hand by the hair.
— Oh, Leykueyero, — Astin saw his former student and smiled. — Catch! — Tossing the marshal's head in front of him, he kicked it like a ball. Catching it, Leykueyero stared into Tadiel's dead eyes and slumped.
End of year 334, Covellia.
— We have another problem. — The face of the "Harbinger of Death," as on the previous meeting, did not express any emotions.
— What else, Nugg? — Lutros, on the contrary, was extremely annoyed.
— The current situation forced the Ilinian faction to act, now we will have to deal with a rebellion in the south of the country.
— Wonderful. — Never in his life had the grandmaster felt such tension and stress. — As soon as Tadiel and your squad finish in the west, let them go south. They will help the "Dragon" and…
— Regarding this, Grandmaster.
— Yes?
— The "Insignia of Ilinar" suffered a defeat, Tadiel and Leykueyero are dead.
— What?! — Lutros jumped up from his seat and, thinking about something, walked away without a word.
Fifteen minutes later, he was already walking through the underground level of the Academy of Magic.
— Have you gone mad? — Gracian fussed around the fire mage, trying in every way to dissuade him from his plan, but he was adamant.
— There is no time to waste, Ilinar is in great danger, and we have no other choice. Besides, this situation is one of the reasons why we initiated this project in the first place.
— He is not ready! Have you forgotten about the risks? The "Obelisk of Beginning and End" was intended as a source of infinite energy, do you even realize what might happen if something goes wrong?
— Get out of my way.
— No!
Lutros snapped his fingers, and Gracian turned into a handful of ashes.
Summer of 335, Shankhursang.
Along the streets of the once majestic and beautiful city, one could now see not palm trees, but people impaled on stakes. Since their vital organs were not affected, they remained alive and had been in this state for several days. Besides, as a rule, the dead were quickly replaced by new victims, so it was impossible to find silence here — someone was always moaning.
— Ah, what wonderful music for my ears. — For the past year, the ruler of Shankhursang was Ugaldahesi named Nahzan. He suffered from insomnia, but he calmed down when he saw that others were in even greater agony than he was. — Yes, sing, sing!
— Sometimes I start to doubt the adequacy of the "Rule of the Worthy" system, — walking through the streets of this ancient city in the company of Nahzan, Erisasulshim watched with disapproval the fruits of his comrade's rule. — All these people could have discovered the teachings of Elulu-Suen or, at least, worked for the prosperity of Teios.
— You are too serious, Eris. — Nahzan was a very tall, thin man with dark skin and blue eyes. — Teios is unstoppable, and the fate of a few Tressians will not change anything.
— Oh, is that so? My lord once told me that only a fool is sure of his invincibility.
— Ha! Ilinar could not withstand its own weight, Kalevritia fell under the onslaught of Ludovic. We have no worthy opponents left.
— What about Taosia? Nozenrot? The remaining troops of Ilinar, the rebels?
— Pfft. The rebels are just dogs of war, scavengers who took advantage of a lucky moment.
— Like this one? — Ugaldahesi of Shankhursang did not even have time to be surprised when an unknown blade swept across his throat like butter.
________
With the arrival of reinforcements from Suenthan, the massive battle that took place on the streets of Shankhursang promised to drag on for many days, but it ended prematurely. The ruler of Suenthan proposed that the rebel leader settle everything in a fair "duel of the worthy," which would allow both sides to avoid unnecessary losses.
In this battle of titans, the legendary spear and the one-and-a-half-handed sword met for the first time. Both warriors were incredibly skilled, but the red-eyed one turned out to be more agile — here is his opponent lying on the ground, pierced by a spear. The deep wound in the swordsman's shoulder no longer allowed him to get up under the weight of his opponent, however, the pistol taken out from inside his jacket was a surprise for the Teiosian — and the last thing he saw in this life.
End of year 334, at the walls of Veladaran.
After a long and very bloody battle, the "Insignia of Ilinar" finally managed to crush the vanguard of the rebel army and resume their advance. This was achieved with great difficulty and considerable losses, but nevertheless, their numbers were still large enough to cope with the task at hand. Or so it seemed.
— Sir, what is that in front of us? — Leykueyero's face was not visible due to the helmet on his head, but even so, the anxiety of this celebrated warrior could be felt.
— Everyone, stand! — At the marshal's command, the legion froze instantly. Their further path was blocked by a purple fog, eerie and repulsive. Its very appearance inspired terror and made it clear that contact with it should be avoided. — I have a very bad feeling.
Of course, the legionaries of Ilinar were not allowed to just stand and think. Right now, rebels and their former comrades were closing in on them from all sides. These were walking dead, and no matter how many the Insignia killed, they rose again. — Leykueyero, go ahead, find the one who is behind all this... It's definitely Nergal.
— It will be done! — The young warrior rushed forward through the purple fog.
— "He went alone again." — Tadiel shook his head and then turned to one of his squads. — Hey, you, help Leykueyero.
As he made his way through the ominous fog, Leykueyero could not stop feeling the threat to his life simply from being here, and this was clearly not without reason — he had not fought against the sorcerers of Ishanad before, but he had heard a lot about their magic. This fog not only tried to kill him, but also drove him mad. What if he dies here? Will he let Tadiel down and fail to fulfill his order? No! For Leykueyero, Tadiel was like a father, and he would definitely defeat the one who is a threat to him and Ilinar... And that someone was already standing right in front of him.
— Ah, Astin's apprentice. Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised that you are still standing, unlike…
The young warrior did not finish listening to his would-be interlocutor and immediately rushed at him. A sword in one hand, a shield in the other. All or nothing.
A stream of enormous energy flowed over the surface of his shield, but the warrior was not stopped and continued to move forward until he finally managed to strike his opponent — but in vain, the blade of the sword passed through the sorcerer's body as if it were not there at all. And then "reinforcements" arrived — a squad sent by Tadiel, which no longer served Ilinar, now they were walking dead.
— Ha... — As the risen surrounded him from all sides and the sorcerer prepared to cast his next spell, Leykueyero freed his mind, threw his shield on the ground, took an additional sword in his free hand, forgot about everything and focused on what was happening around him.
…
— Ha-ha-ha. — He killed them all. He put his comrades to rest and sent the sorcerer to the next world. Now, when the fog had receded, he ran back under the bright rays of the sun. Victory was near. That's what he thought, but reality did not quite live up to his expectations: here was his former mentor and Tadiel's head, which he held in his left hand by the hair.
— Oh, Leykueyero, — Astin saw his former student and smiled. — Catch! — Tossing the marshal's head in front of him, he kicked it like a ball. Catching it, Leykueyero stared into Tadiel's dead eyes and slumped.
End of year 334, Covellia.
— We have another problem. — The face of the "Harbinger of Death," as on the previous meeting, did not express any emotions.
— What else, Nugg? — Lutros, on the contrary, was extremely annoyed.
— The current situation forced the Ilinian faction to act, now we will have to deal with a rebellion in the south of the country.
— Wonderful. — Never in his life had the grandmaster felt such tension and stress. — As soon as Tadiel and your squad finish in the west, let them go south. They will help the "Dragon" and…
— Regarding this, Grandmaster.
— Yes?
— The "Insignia of Ilinar" suffered a defeat, Tadiel and Leykueyero are dead.
— What?! — Lutros jumped up from his seat and, thinking about something, walked away without a word.
Fifteen minutes later, he was already walking through the underground level of the Academy of Magic.
— Have you gone mad? — Gracian fussed around the fire mage, trying in every way to dissuade him from his plan, but he was adamant.
— There is no time to waste, Ilinar is in great danger, and we have no other choice. Besides, this situation is one of the reasons why we initiated this project in the first place.
— He is not ready! Have you forgotten about the risks? The "Obelisk of Beginning and End" was intended as a source of infinite energy, do you even realize what might happen if something goes wrong?
— Get out of my way.
— No!
Lutros snapped his fingers, and Gracian turned into a handful of ashes.
Summer of 335, Shankhursang.
Along the streets of the once majestic and beautiful city, one could now see not palm trees, but people impaled on stakes. Since their vital organs were not affected, they remained alive and had been in this state for several days. Besides, as a rule, the dead were quickly replaced by new victims, so it was impossible to find silence here — someone was always moaning.
— Ah, what wonderful music for my ears. — For the past year, the ruler of Shankhursang was Ugaldahesi named Nahzan. He suffered from insomnia, but he calmed down when he saw that others were in even greater agony than he was. — Yes, sing, sing!
— Sometimes I start to doubt the adequacy of the "Rule of the Worthy" system, — walking through the streets of this ancient city in the company of Nahzan, Erisasulshim watched with disapproval the fruits of his comrade's rule. — All these people could have discovered the teachings of Elulu-Suen or, at least, worked for the prosperity of Teios.
— You are too serious, Eris. — Nahzan was a very tall, thin man with dark skin and blue eyes. — Teios is unstoppable, and the fate of a few Tressians will not change anything.
— Oh, is that so? My lord once told me that only a fool is sure of his invincibility.
— Ha! Ilinar could not withstand its own weight, Kalevritia fell under the onslaught of Ludovic. We have no worthy opponents left.
— What about Taosia? Nozenrot? The remaining troops of Ilinar, the rebels?
— Pfft. The rebels are just dogs of war, scavengers who took advantage of a lucky moment.
— Like this one? — Ugaldahesi of Shankhursang did not even have time to be surprised when an unknown blade swept across his throat like butter.
________
With the arrival of reinforcements from Suenthan, the massive battle that took place on the streets of Shankhursang promised to drag on for many days, but it ended prematurely. The ruler of Suenthan proposed that the rebel leader settle everything in a fair "duel of the worthy," which would allow both sides to avoid unnecessary losses.
In this battle of titans, the legendary spear and the one-and-a-half-handed sword met for the first time. Both warriors were incredibly skilled, but the red-eyed one turned out to be more agile — here is his opponent lying on the ground, pierced by a spear. The deep wound in the swordsman's shoulder no longer allowed him to get up under the weight of his opponent, however, the pistol taken out from inside his jacket was a surprise for the Teiosian — and the last thing he saw in this life.