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- Hey, maybe we should just let him be? Let him destroy everything here, and we'll leave, okay? At worst, he'll catch up.
--Maybe it's better to sic him on the wizard while we still have the chance? He'll definitely tear him apart like a mammoth tears apart a hot-water bottle.
Anpeytu managed to get to her feet, trying to stay as far away from the orc as possible. Fortunately, she didn't break anything, but she got a bad bruise.
- We need to hit him with something heavy, preferably on the head. Who's brave enough?
Are you a mage hunter or not!? What do you need distraction for, you orc-head?
Redram barely restrained his laughter. A mage hunter? This stupid and slow-witted elf, who turned himself into an orc and started destroying everything – a mage hunter?! Hahaha, my grandmother would be a better mage hunter! Hahaha! What a joke. A minute later, Hostor regained control of himself and calmed down a bit. - It is unlikely that we will be able to subdue this mad creature with our bare hands. We can leave him here, where he will die slowly and painfully, from hunger and loneliness, from resentment and the desire to regain his body, and if he escapes, he may harm people. But we can kill him here and now, so that the poor fellow does not suffer. And I personally don't care what you do – as long as we leave here quickly.
- As far as I know, he should be in the city right now. I don't know his exact location, but he often visits the peach orchard northwest of the city. There's a small hill there, and you won't mistake the garden for anything else.
- Thank you, Brian, we'll stop by later. And by the way, where can we find something to eat and... wash off the sweat and blood? - The elf's voice sounded a little uncertain, as it always did.
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!
Guys, I'm getting confused myself. First of all, let me remind you where you are:
The group leaves the round hall and goes further down the corridor to the next room, which turns out to be empty except for a staircase. When they climbed up, they immediately saw... ... No, this time it wasn't their kidnapper, but just his portrait hanging on a decorated stone wall. The wooden roof lets in rays of light, as does the rickety door at the opposite end of the room. There was nothing here but many bookshelves, a desk, a portrait, and a teardrop-shaped shield also attached to the wall.
So, you’re basically already on the surface. In short, Reynold knocks Kerlian unconscious with a mallet, and he loses consciousness.
- AND AGAIN STRAIGHT! - Bai Feng insisted stubbornly.
And again, another fork in the road. You can continue straight ahead, or you can choose one of the passages to the left.
- Thank you, Brian, we will visit you later. And by the way, where can we eat around here and... wash off the sweat and blood? - the elf's voice sounded somewhat uncertain, as always.
Brian patted the elf on the shoulder and gestured for him to follow. A couple of minutes later, they were already in the dining hall.
When Faëlvir saw the food, he realized he was as hungry as a company of soldiers, so he pounced on the meal and began eating it as quickly as if he would be awarded the Holy Grail for his speed. However, very soon the elf remembered about etiquette, that it wasn't very polite, and he slowed down a bit.
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