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I remember, I remember—this mission was 100 times harder for me than any other. It left the deepest impression on my subsequent gameplay and caused own psychological trauma; it brought me a wealth of emotional distress. I discovered the full power of the Russian language in terms of profanity and its derivatives. Since then, I have come to deeply, profoundly—how should I put this more softly—dislike elves. BUT demons, I simply hated. All because someone takes too long to complete the campaign. NO, I tried many strategies and remembered the gentlemen who created this mission with "kind words." I admit, I had to play on war mode, and to my deep surprise, I didn't notice a difference. But by some wonderful miracle, I killed that bastard while being in the city. And as happened to me repeatedly, after a battle in the city and 7 hours of gameplay, I successfully crash back into the "okoshi" operating system, expressing deep respect to the processor and RAM, as well as their entire iron family. I give up on the mission and find a save file in the vast expanses of the interNET