The outcome of Hazad's attack was absolutely tragic.
But not for him.
It's tragic for the Kazan army.
The dwarves' heads flew or slashed their throats, or pierced their chests with his blows to his right and to his left as if he were killing a queue of turkeys, and he seemed to be alone capable of penetrating any building, in pursuit of the princess, and he kills with a sword in his right hand, with mad warlike cries, and knocks down the daggers of soldiers with a flail in his left hand that ends with a serrated metal ball, which is a weapon called Forsa.
(Fossan) exclaimed:
"Damn it!". He was forced to fall back from my row when he was assured of the arrival of the wise.
And the wise (Noveo) says to me:
"You failed, man."
So they found Tawagir's body.
I had to kill the four guards in the stables, their clothes well suited to my fellows, Hazad, Drups, and Iceman. There is no doubt that the last two began to penetrate at two other points, for we agreed to start the attack in parallel, and at once, as soon as we heard the fighting cry of the heretic.
It is the signal to attack.
I took a potion from the roots of the silver poplar tree, and a point a little above my heart shone with a black light, and the wise noticed that I was charging my energy to activate the magic of the bastamian thorn.
- "He's Prickled."
The Viscount (Wiggieri) rushed to protect the wise, and the three closest boars of the Imperial Guard attacked me as they waved their swords at me, and I spit on them.
In amazement, the rest of their colleagues saw my little spit go off like arrows, hitting the three with precision, and discharging them up into the sky.
Literally.
The bodies of the three guards flew up like falcons, and before the others could comprehend what was going on, I spat on my palm, and I flew behind them.
I got the blackthorn magic of the silver-poplar tree like (Drups), but I differed from him in that I possessed the second gift, he had the dreaded gift of controlling age, and I possessed a gift called (Fly and Dig), which gives the Prickled excellent properties related to jumping like flying, quickly digging through soil and rocks.
And in the sky, the three were in a state of complete panic, and only one of them kept his sword, so I started with him, and stabbed him in the heart, and the other two I slaughtered with two successive movements while we were in the air, and when we reached our maximum height, which usually does not exceed 330 feet, Their bodies began falling into the dark sky in a straight line, while I tilted my body to the right, landing at a certain point.
From the sky, among the garrison members first fell the three swords, then their corpses fell with great speed, and their bones shattered with a frightening loud crack, the Viscount looked with wide eyes at this cursed magic, and saw in the eyes of his men their angry look at the corpses of their colleagues, he exclaimed:
"Damn Delgis and her assassins, kill him at any cost."
I had landed softly on the roof of the furnaces and heard his indignant cry, and I thank the black gods that they had not forgotten this important feature. I can't imagine the nightmare of my body falling at the speed of corpses on solid ground, I would have shattered into a hundred pieces like Drups. I smiled at the thought and then pierced the furnace area from above.
It wasn't an ideal place for nobles to enter, not to mention hiding, but war is a trick, so all places in this castle should be combed before the siege of Behruz is over.
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