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How much did they write overnight -_- Ah, my character needs to revive someone! That's just how he is. Although I could just ignore Vincent and the Girl :3 Can the Girl even be resurrected? "If the victim died recently, the spellcaster can resurrect them, using all of their magical energy for this" A few hours is normal for "recently," right? And what about all the mana - all the remaining mana, however much there is, or all 100% of my mana in total?
Bai Feng was quite surprised by how interested the "white-hatted" fellow was in the female general. After only a couple of minutes of conversation, the guide left without even saying goodbye to the Celestial. Adding three and two, White Wind hurried after the pair. They led him to one of the tents in the military camp. "So, this is where the general resides..." Bai Feng settled down on the ground and began to observe the exit from the tent. A couple of minutes later, the "conversation" ended, and the womanizer in armor emerged alone. "Damn, that was fast!" The Celestial instantly got to his feet and, just as quickly, approached the tent, trying not to be seen. One look inside the tent was enough to confirm what was happening. Bai Feng grinned and followed the retreating figure of the assassin, keeping his weapon ready.
Added 37 minutes later Mold will give you another beating next time you meet. He wields daggers like the Chinese wield chopsticks.
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи
- Here. I probably won't even charge you for this. You know, the well has been fine until today. By the way, don't listen to the nonsense the villagers tell; I strongly advise against "going down the well." It's quite deep, and before anyone can catch their breath, they'll have to swim a considerable distance.
Nokou was glad he had managed to have a good drink. However, the second part of the phrase surprised him a bit. --Thank you for that. But... before you can catch your breath? Where in the well can you catch your breath? Kerlian, doesn't that seem a bit strange to you?
I decline the starting 100 coins; they don't suit me.
Lindeskar slowly walked through the forest, munching on an apple. He had already passed a small, strange village with an unexpectedly large number of people and soldiers – he didn't want to be in a crowd, and there was nothing to do there with empty pockets. He couldn't buy food, nor could he hunt game without a single arrow in his tattered quiver, so he had to make do with what he had in his bag. Fortunately, yesterday he had sneaked into someone's garden and picked a few sour, small apples. Evening was approaching, and it was time to think about finding a place to spend the night.
Ahead, a flicker of a campfire appeared. In the twilight, the young elf managed to make out a rock, and in front of it, a clearing where the campfire was burning. Around the campfire, he counted five figures that looked like humans. Lindeskar tossed away the apple core, took out his spear, and very quietly and carefully made his way to a tree that seemed like a good cover – it was an old, gnarled oak, fifteen meters from the campfire.
What he managed to see from there didn't please him, as two of the lying figures turned out to be corpses – their unnatural poses, the abundance of blood on one of them, and the strange appearance of the other, the corpse of a child, spoke volumes. Two elves were sitting nearby, and the last figure belonged to a human of considerable height, who was trying to read something in the light of the campfire. Also, in the distance, there were rather strange... piles?, but it was impossible to determine what they were.
Lindeskar became even more wary. These strange travelers did not inspire confidence in him. He didn't know what to do – whether to run away or intervene – and so he continued to stand tensely under the cover of the old oak, trying to hear something, so that he could make some conclusions based on what he heard.
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!
Having finished her meal, Lei Lan decided to leave the tavern and go somewhere, perhaps to explore the ruins. She chose the Temple. But, unfortunately, the girl didn't make it there. On her way, she met a strange woman in tears, who kept repeating something about her daughter. Lei Lan's pure heart wouldn't allow her to pass by, so she decided to approach the grieving woman to find out what was bothering her.
-Thank you for that. But... before we can catch our breath? Where in the well can we catch our breath? Kerlian, doesn't this seem a bit strange to you?
- It seems this isn't just any ordinary well, but I don't feel like going down there. Do you want to risk it?
Is it possible to create quests and other things for yourself? If so, I should create some for myself too!
You can find an NPC with any kind of battleheart and problems, but whether it will be a quest or just a scam is up to Revana to decide. After all, she didn't assign the task to herself. :)
Who has it as dark as in their… well, you know?))) Hos, don’t lie. There’s no location called “road to the temple.” The NPCs are NPCs, but let’s not make things harder for ourselves with random encounters. And let’s be a little more considerate of others because it’s not cool when someone interrupts your conversation, gets hit on the head, and then helps you defeat a general.
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи
- It seems this isn't just a simple well, but I don't feel like going down there. Do you want to take the risk?
--I've lived my whole life in the swamp, so I'm very good at swimming and holding my breath, as well as navigating in murky water. I don't think there will be much risk here.