At that, everyone was silent and the group moved to the sounds of the surrounding nature. Soon Eugene caught up with Alexander and walked beside him. Fully naked and fully clothed men would look comical if someone else was watching them.
- We're leaving too many footprints. You know, it won't be hard for the locals to find the corpses, the animals won't eat them overnight, and then the local authorities will wonder who is having so much fun. And to follow the tracks of eight people is not a problem.
Alexander himself had already thought about it, but fortunately this problem was not urgent.
- The Baron will not be looking for his scouts in the next two days. So we have four days before the camp is found. That's the way to solve it.
- And the soldiers?
- The soldiers are still a long way off.
There was a roadside brawl between the local baron's vigilantes and soldiers from the king's army. But from a neighboring kingdom. For a year now, there had been a war between the glorious and brilliant kingdom of Orod and the equally glorious and brilliant kingdom of Elur. Now they were in the territory of Elur.
The Orodians had decided to bypass the royal army of the Elurians and strike them in the rear, for the sake of which they passed through the mountain passes of the Nalim Range and came to the Great Northern Route leading to the northern mines.
It was with the scouts of the vanguard of the Orodian army that the Baron's vigilantes, whom he had sent to check the route after the caravaners had informed him about the strange riders they had seen recently, had fought.
- And you know, they're not going to find out who killed their fellow soldiers.
- Yeah, that's right. And I see you are acting according to the army laws - initiative is punishable?
Alexander turned and looked into the face of smiling Eugene.
- Rather, I assign the task to the one who thought of the problem and had the courage to report it. Which means he can solve it.
- You know, you don't seem that smart. You say some very, very sensible things.
- Talking is not enough. We have to do it. And right now, our lives and the lives of a few hundred other people depend on what we do.
- Vampires.
- What? - Alexander even stopped and stared at his interlocutor.
- The lives of several hundred vampires, not people, depend on us, - Eugene didn't even think of averting his gaze.
- Well, yes...
- Then I'll give our girls the task to wash and clean all the clothes we've got. We'll have to meet the locals soon. It's inappropriate to do it naked, - Eugene hummed, - And the soldiers' clothes should not be recognized.
- So do it.
Further to the camp they were silent and each thought about his own. Personally, Alexander just digested in his mind the memories of people about the world, in which they were taken, and tried to put everything in its place. It turned out that they had been thrown into rather wild and sparsely populated places, and under other circumstances they could have hidden in these forests forever, but they had appeared exactly at the moment when there was a mess here for the first time in a couple of centuries. And they were almost in the center of it.
The camp met them with astonished eyes and frantic bustle. They could not get a fire. The tents looked like anything but protection from the weather.
Everyone was doing his own thing. And while it was heard that even now Alexey Gennadyevich was trying to organize the work, he did it rather badly. Apparently, he spent most of his time on intrigue, not on organizing people properly.
- Ah, here come the scout hunters! I was beginning to worry. And who did you rob? Roleplayers?
Ignoring the exclamations of his former boss, Alexander threw his load on the ground and shouted as loudly as possible, calling everyone to gather.
The deputy director was clearly displeased that his words went unheeded, but he didn't want to escalate the situation and go to the conflict, he was also interested. And the main thing was the smell.
The things that brought these "morons", as he dubbed the company that argued with him, smelled fascinatingly of blood. It was a faint odor. The blood had had time to dry, but his nose picked it up, and a desire to possess that blood flared up inside.
When everyone was finally gathered in front of Alexander, he climbed a fallen tree-so that he was visible to everyone.
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