- There are elves here, Sema (Semyon), and orcs and dwarves, and no hints of known historical names or anything else.
Everyone reacted to the statement about elves. Somehow it was this that convinced people of the truthfulness of Alexander's words. And they believed and accepted this fact.
Semyon after thinking and turning the blade in his hand began to lick the blood from the blade of the sword. It is hard to say what effect he wanted to achieve by this action, but exactly at the very moment when his friends were digesting information about the other world, he fell to the ground at the feet of Alexander, who nonchalantly looked at the emotionless body and reassured the others:
- It's normal. I passed out the same way. He'll wake up soon. But we will not wait for him.
After that, having thrown a roll of weapons on the ground next to Semyon, ordered:
- Take the weapon, but for God's sake, don't lick the blood off it. Follow me. I'll take Semyon. Those who drank the blood, put those who haven't drunk yet on their heels. Run fast. There's a lot of blood.
The announcement was met with enthusiasm. Quickly breaking into pairs, they followed their leader, who shouldered the friend's limp carcass. There were no problems with weapons and their sharing, they were simply taken by Maria and Gennady, as free of "riders". Quickly running back to the place of the fight, the unconscious vampires were added to the dead and wounded people lying on the ground.
The flames crackled merrily. The fire, according to all the laws of physics, was scalding hot and hurt if you put your hand in it, but it didn't warm you. It was the inner power that warmed the body better than any fire. The friends made a small fire anyway, which devoured the dry kindling tossed by the people sitting around it.
When everyone woke up after their first consumption of the blood of the sentients, the scenario that had happened to Alexander was repeated: everyone tasted blood from as many fallen warriors as possible. The wounded were long dead.
The corpses were stripped and carried farther into the woods, the spoils carefully collected and packed away. All but Alexander continued to remain naked. Even the girls decided not to cover their charms with what the locals called clothes.
- We must go back to the camp, - Semyon threw more wood on the fire, without even making an attempt to get up, - They will start to worry.
- We must, - Alexander stood up and stretched himself, - And we must stay together and not give Gennadyevich too much power. You know, he is a good leader, but a bad man.
Everyone who knew what they were talking about nodded in agreement. But like Semyon they made no attempt to get up, but stared glumly into the fire.
- All right, enough of this sulking! Come on, get ready!
And seeing that his words did not have the desired effect, Alexander openly shouted:
- Get up! Take things in hand and move back!
Having scattered the campfire with his foot and making sure that the fire began to go out, he took his things in his hands, and without looking at the others, went in the direction of the camp.
His companions, as if awakened from sleep, grabbed their luggage and followed him. After a couple of minutes of such a move Alexander without turning around began to give commands, loudly, so that everyone could hear him.
- We come to the camp. We tell everyone about what we have learned. We organize another meeting. We don't get in the way, we don't talk back to Gennadyevich, but we defend our point of view. We don't tell anyone about the blood. Understood?
Unsteady confirmations were his answer. Among the warriors' belongings, of course, there were flasks. One of them was filled with the wounded man's blood, having skillfully cut his veins in the right place. The knowledge of some fallen warriors was very, very specific.
- Next, weapons. Choose what you want to use. I tell you right away - axes and maces are better, swords are frankly bad, but it is desirable for someone to take them.
- I'll take a sword, Sash, - Semyon, coming next, answered almost without delay, even interrupting his leader, - I've always wanted to swing a sword for real.
- Well, now you have such an opportunity. As they say, be afraid of your wishes - they tend to come true.
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