- I can't activate it in any way. Dara, clicked on all sorts of signs, symbols, shouted, activation ... nothing worked! Then Dara, cursed and mentally ordered
- Slave, activation! The circle lit up with a bright light ...
The golems laughed for a long time, making fun of how Dara could not leave the port activation circle for a long time. And then they felt a little sad that he was not in the gorge. But there was no time to be sad, there was a lot of work. Somewhere in another world.
A wild forest, stretching from the sleeping Dragon mountains to the kingdom of Ji. The forest was enormous. In its very thicket were ancient ruins where monsters lived. But they did not go to the edge of the forest.
They were held back by a barrier, but over the years its strength weakened. Beautiful flower meadow. The edge of the forest. From there emerge in discordant rows of blue and green goblins, hotgoblins perched on large rhinos. Hordes, thousands.
With the mages and the king of the Hotgoblins. And there, on the horizon, the outlines of a village. There is not even a wooden palisade there.
The alarm is heard. Some residents, children and women jump into the carts, which hastily leave along the road towards the sun, which is already red from sunset.
Some of the children do not have time to jump in and fall to the ground, no one pays attention to them crying.
Doors are open, things are lying around, old men and women are crying on the floor. They were not taken.
There is no place. Not all the girls and young women were in time, some are holding babies in their arms. The carts have left. Everyone is confused. Horror is read on the faces. Hopelessness. Tears. Snot.
Near the entrance to the village, lined up a small group of men and children aged 11 or 12. They stand with tense and frightened faces. Armed with stakes, pitchforks, axes. Only three of them are clad in leather armor with cheap shortswords.
They understand that they are doomed, but they want to buy at least a little time to save children and women. Not all.
A mocking howl and screams are heard from the edge of the forest. Some of the discordant line of defenders flee, throwing their weapons.
Young people do not understand that they will not run away from the goblins ... Fear, horror, distance is approaching, massacre will be inevitable ...
Women are in a stupor, they can do nothing. The adventurers hired by the village for protection understand that no one will return.
They are veterans, but their status is low, "D" rank, do not compete with such a crowd. The monsters smelled like rotten meat.
Some of them regret not running away in the morning, someone that did not drink expensive liquor, and the third grips the sword more tightly in his hand.
The goblins are already looking forward to a great revelry. A little later, a prosaic picture unfolds. The distance between enemies is shrinking. Until suddenly a bright flash appears. It blinds everyone.
And when the eyes begin to see, then goblins and hotgoblins and rhinos and on the other hand people, everyone freezes for a moment ...
A fat man is standing in the meadow, dressed in unusual armor. Beside him are strange-looking giants in black armor. Then, the fat man, turns around, apparently swears ...
"Don't give a damn, how scary" !!!
"Monsters"! "Rhinos are so big" !!!
"Fuck, everyone needs to be riddled" !!!
Common sense went out of the Dar, fear took its place, prudence! He forgot that he had a barrier of defense and a barrier of attack around his neck, exploding beads, full weapons capable of destroying a continent or even a planet!
Dara shouted epic, with a broken voice, "Destroy all monsters!" "Cut, kill, tear, destroy"! But nothing happened.
The strange fat man shouted, jerked his hands funny. The goblins became amused to look at the fool, and the king wanted his sparkling sword. At first, people hoped, salvation, maybe a hero appeared, their savior, but no, it was a strange fat man who absurdly waved his arms. Hope was replaced by disappointment and loss of hope.
"Dear Dara, do not shout, but just tell us what we need to do!"
Dara, I heard quite an ordinary voice. Dara, came to, from shock.
"Destroy"! And he waved towards the forest ... "Hippopotamus to me"! "Clear the forest ...". Dara did not speak further, he did not have time.
Like the warriors of the defenders, they wanted to warn Dar to be more careful in pronouncing commands. But it was too late. A huge dark figure appeared in front of the monsters from the forest. They didn't even have time to get scared. And people heard only a wild howl that froze through them.
A bright flash. And after a moment ... ... they no longer had a forest, from the word at all. Scorched earth, covered with a thin layer, shiny (it was glass).
Not a single monster was there.
Forests too.
Excessive strength ...
The villagers looked with horror at the harmless and funny fat man and the creature next to him.
And the warriors in black armor just shrugged their shoulders, their master was a wild and unbalanced maniac, what could they do about it?
And Dara was not like that, he was a peace-loving person, a sloth who loved peace, comfort, security.
He just didn't like problems. "Well, I was a bit at a loss".
It's not usual, like that from a peaceful gorge to get under the arm of disgusting and badly smelling monsters.