In the pitch darkness of the night silence, the voices of two Orux could be heard lighting their torches for the night patrol.
On the watchtower, the watcher looked into the darkness.
He had a bad feeling. Because of this, he listened very carefully to the slightest rustle.
Dar'dar
- Mmm, something's not right for me. Very quiet, it shouldn't be like this.
Dal'rasal
- It's probably mushroom soup in your belly. I told you, our cook is a witch.
But such a slim figure, she has such muscles, just a sight.
Dar'dar
- Shut up! I hear something
Dal'rasal
"What is it?"
"IS THERE ANYONE THERE? COME OUT INTO THE LIGHT! RRRRRR "
Little Cortius jumped out of the darkness. He had ears and horns.
Dar'rasal
- Groin... Yes, it's Cortius
Are you so hungry that you can smell food in the dark? groin.
Two arrows flew out of the darkness swiftly, at high speed, and pierced the heart and eye of Dal'rasal. He fell before he realized what had happened.
A gift gift
" STRANGERS! STRANGERS!
He took the torch and threw it into the signal boiler.
At that moment, he was pierced by ten arrows and fell on his friend. He froze in time to realize that this was the end.
The commander of the garrison, at this time, was standing at the table, looking at the map and discussing the strategy of protecting the mountain range with his adjutant.
Suddenly a scout ran into the tent and shouted.
- The commander is over the hill, a dozen of these freaks Sarionis!
(Sarionis are similar to elves, only they have four arms and azure hair )
Garrison commander.
- Yes, this can't be! How did they get so far to the rear!
- Adjutant, send messages to the rear! We are being attacked!
At that moment, the assassin Sarionis appeared from the shadows and killed the adjutant, cutting his throat.
A voice from the shadows, from the side of the Garrison Commander
- Ha who have we here?! A coward warrior who flees from battle like Cortius?
Garrison commander.
- I recognize that voice. It's you Salas'cltonis!
Salas'cltonis.
- Heh heh... It's nice to know that I'm remembered, well, how can I not remember. After all, it was I who rewarded you with this scar on your face.
Garrison commander.
"Is that a scar, in your opinion?" Ha, a scratch, no more. What are you doing here, behind enemy lines?
Salas'cltonis.
- In the rear? Strangely, the news is coming so slowly.
Garrison commander.
- Do you mean to say that a thousand Orux warriors on the mountain range are defeated? It's not possible!
Salas'cltonis.
"Nothing is impossible if my warriors get involved. How do you like them? You didn't even notice how your warriors were killed from the shadows.
Salas 'Kltonis slightly opened the exit from the tent so that the garrison commander could see the sight of a hundred soldiers holding the severed heads of his troops. They threw them at his feet, where a mountain of heads had already accumulated.
Salas'cltonis
- Well, what do you say this time? You'll run like a coward too!
Garrison commander.
- I have nothing left but to challenge you to a duel of honor and law!
He broke the pendant that hung around his neck, trapping both in the circle of magic and they were transported to the arena of the gods of honor.