- You doubted.

“No, I would never say such a thing.”

- However, you doubted. And now you exacerbate your guilt with a lie.

- I'm not lying, I assure you. I would never dare to lie to you.

“You have doubted the wisdom and foresight of the best servants of our beloved Master.” Who are you next to them?

“I'm nobody, I'm just ...”

“You are the one who spread dirty rumors, supposedly they left and abandoned us in the midst of the struggle.” Is it possible to imagine a great folly?

The surrounding laughed, but somehow not very fun. The officer continued, speaking exaggeratedly loud, addressing everyone at once:

- In fact, they do not need to worry about what is happening here. Our soldiers, real soldiers, not like him, of course, are able to eliminate any threat that may arise before us. Who is the sergeant of this misunderstanding?

- I! - exemplified one of those present.

- The sin of doubt can be washed away only by disinterested courage and valor in the name of the Dark Lord. Today we will go on the offensive. - casually threw the commander. The surrounding people froze, afraid to show even the slightest discontent. Nobody thought it was a good idea, but it was dangerous to say it out loud. Such a daredevil will immediately be on the front line, and at least there was an opportunity to hide behind the backs of his comrades.

- Due to a series of annoying accidents, we were forced to temporarily leave the copper forge and lower warehouses. There is a lot of work left, we must return and continue to work, for it is said: "Whoever is careless in work, let them whip and beat with sticks so that there is no laziness and idleness in the face of the Lord". Make sure this soldier has the opportunity to prove himself.

- Yes sir.

- I hope I will not hear such nonsense and implausible excuses about the reasons for the retreat. After three hours you should be ready to speak. The enemy is so weak that my presence is not required. Glory to the Lord!

- Glory to the Lord! - Chorus repeated surrounding.

The officer turned around and walked away with a quick step, in order to quickly escape the smell that the uniform of his subordinates was soaked with. The soldiers stood quietly and listened until the footsteps of the expensive boots disappeared away.

- Well, you and moron. - Said one of the guards, the rest nodded according to.

- He came out from around the corner, I did not see him.

- You'll see next time.

- And now what?

- Now you are officially a hero. You will lead the way in all attacks. Do not even think of slipping into real life, otherwise you will scrape altars instead of Lior.

- And how long will I stay here? I have a limit in 7 hours.

- Not yet resolved.What did you think got into a fairy tale? Thought, then every woman only dreams to give you? Or would you like your own army? Or maybe he wanted to raise the dough quickly? You're here shit on a stick, what say, you will do. Got it?

- Got it.

- Shuher, cockroaches are coming! Shouted a soldier standing at a distance with a large two-handed sword.

All nervously snapped at the weapon. The sergeant also felt uneasy, but he nevertheless tried to instill confidence in his subordinates:

- Calmly, it's just intelligence. We got up to the walls, you can not miss them through yourself. Arrows, work primarily on those on the ceiling.

The enemy appeared suddenly, despite the warning. A dark brown mustache monster, about the size of a grown man's torso, went through limbs right in the middle of the corridor, inevitably approaching the followers of the Dark One who were taken by surprise. His eerie head and torso were protected by thickened growths of chitin, giving the monster's body a resemblance to a tortoise shell. A few meters behind him, his smaller brethren, who were able to move on stone walls and ceilings as quickly as on usual, for two-legs, surfaces, followed. Some were the size of a cat, some with a large rat. Taken aback by archers, they did not even have time to pull the arrows out of their quivers when an armored cockroach, having rounded the nearest opponents, rushed at one of them. The arthropod from the fly grabbed the face, knocking the arrow on the floor. A terrible scream rang out to the corridors that were once part of an ancient cave. Not everyone can be calm when an insect grinds its face with its mandibles. Fortunately for the players, the damage display in Andorra was not very realistic, otherwise the spectacle would be nauseating at all. Bipeds violently attacked the hated enemy, showered him with blows, most of which did not bring results because of the reinforced armor on the back of an insect. Other cockroaches did not hurry to help him, ignoring both his comrade and his opponents. Taking advantage of the fact that people are busy beating up a larger brother, the rest ran over the people along the walls and ceiling, rushing further along the corridor.

- Beat the smaller ones. Small, I say! Stop shooting at it, it's a tank! - yelled the sergeant, but all in vain. Everyone who could shoot, fired anywhere, not hitting fast moving targets. The carapace cockroach, as if playing enough with its victim, turned sharply and darted in the opposite direction, leaving a trail of slurry leaking from the numerous wounds of a giant insect. One of his paws twitched on the floor, cut off by the successful owner of a steel ax. In pursuit of the arthropod, arrows flew, but no one really wanted to pursue him. When the giant insect disappeared around the bend, its small relatives were already out of reach. The enemy disappeared from sight as suddenly as it appeared.

- Where is the watch? How did they run here? - there were questions generated by panic, but adequate situations.

“Your watch is on rebirth.” Calm down, only.

- It was eating me! Don't tell me to calm down!

- Good. It's just armored, it has a little damage and it does not impose anything, so it's okay. Five more seconds, and we would finish him off.

- Nothing wrong? Himself screamed like a marsh monkey while the rest were busy.

- If you're so smart, come on, become a sergeant, I will see how you will cope with everything here. For a start, tell me where now to look for small cockroaches, which you have missed?

- I missed? I, if you didn’t notice, ate me, but there was no one among our valiant tanks and brilliant commanders who would have fired him on themselves.

In the same vein, the conversation lasted for quite a long time. When the emotions subsided, everyone went angry with each other, satisfied only with the decision to triple the number of sentinels. The task of destroying the broken-through trifles was, with universal approval, entrusted to other troops, which no one bothered to notify not to admit his defeat.No one yet knew why the enemy needed so many scouts behind enemy lines.

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Forest locations around the town of Olorm were designed for levels 170-230. The area was famous for its oak trees, in which a rare lucky person could find a magic apple. A few kilometers to the south was the Forest Silence, where it periodically appeared, or, as gamers say, a blue fox “spawned” - a welcome trophy for any hunter. The one who managed to get an intact skin, that is, to kill an animal with an arrow in the eye, was considered the best of the best and could look at other shooters like noobs. In the surrounding fields and farms, it was possible to swing plant-growing skills relatively quickly. So that the players would not be bored with doing all this, dangerous and not very monsters often wandered here, devouring reckless adventurers and creating “tasty” tasks for their destruction.

Among them were red and yellow figs, forest krainor and even thicket monkeys, but ordinary monsters were not interested in this group of money seekers. Why, the whole witch was at stake. Two knights were dressed in armor, brilliant from silver plating, heavy, durable, but not the best one that could be found at that level. They kept throwing fleeting ...