Lost forest

Such a chance would hardly have fallen Ghona yet someday. On the one hand, Beal could lie, and then now the battle group was going into a trap. On the other hand, Ghon did not notice any signs of lies, and the risk was fully justified. All the men of the nest, as well as Lara and Gyizalina, were wearing camouflage and well-armed. Automatic rifles, two light machine guns, a sniper rifle, a pile of grenades and huge raid backpacks on their shoulders — the reconnaissance group was cautious, but as quickly as possible. Nevertheless, they came to the castle only two days after they discovered that he was defenseless.

Taking advantage of the clear weather, the women remaining on the mountain followed the camp around the clock and transmitted information down to the assault group. When the fighters reached the exit from the Lost Forest (and the edge of the forest was visible from the castle walls), they already knew almost everything about the protection of this fortification. They knew the schedule of posts, almost all the guards in person, from Beal - the internal arrangement of corridors and walls. The assault plan for these two days was also almost ready.

With the onset of darkness, several small shadows first slipped out of the forest - the works of Ghon, which were supposed to silently disarm the guards at the breakthrough site. Simultaneously with them in a crusty manner, the fighters of the breakout group crawled in two ledges to the castle: Lara, Gyzalina, Tom, Ed, Jacob, Robert. As soon as the first group merged with the wall, the monsters simultaneously attacked three guards that they could find attackers climbing up the wall. In order to avoid excesses, Ghonu had to kill these people. However, as it turned out, these were the first and last victims of the assault. The assault cat, softly bryaknuv, clung to the battlements of the wall, and at the same time several shadows slipped out of the forest - the fastening group dragged heavy bales with a supply of ammunition, food, heavy weapons.

Cold Cliff Lounge

The magical fire silently crackled with non-existent firewood in a decorative fireplace near the wall. Quinlia lay relaxed on the couch, stretching her legs closer to the heat. In general, she was pleased with the situation, although she did not like the hustle and bustle with which she had to implement her plan. Her fucking son could not restrain his male lust and, unable to withstand a three-week separation from the newly-found wife, went to the brothel. And okay, he would have done it quietly and unnoticed, but no! Not only half of the imperial court learned about this, but also his father and her husband, Berkord al-Bert. And he immediately declared that a foul cliff could not get to a traitor and adulterer! Especially, if he changed his daughter without five minutes the head of all the Northern kingdoms.

Quinlia strongly disagreed with this. It was her son, and not this short man, who should have inherited a fortress. And she did not care what her husband thinks about this topic. I had to increase the dose of poison, which she regularly for three years spiked Berkord in food. It was a big risk, as the magician who was friendly with the lord of the castle and was not the Guild of Mages as Berkord could detect the poison. But, too, it was impossible to do: even look at the ruler of the Cold Cliff will officially declare heir to the dwarf - and then write was gone.

However, the dwarf Quinlia also took care just in case. Taking advantage of her husband’s condition (he didn’t get out of bed after a month of poisoning), the woman quietly led the guard from her parents ’castle, al-Zvikerdov, and tied the soldiers loyal to her husband into the night and threw them into prison. And then, after giving the dwarf a small escort of mercenaries, she deceived the well-known brigand ... what about her ... yes, it doesn't matter if she attacked the motorcade.The trackers sent later to the ambush spot found a bunch of corpses and found out that the dwarf was taken somewhere in the mountains. Yes, even in the Dead Mountain - what's the difference? Alive he out of there will not work.

And everything was moving according to plan, but the damned old magician suspected something was wrong and wanted to send a watch in the footsteps of the robbers. And then Quinlia decided to act decisively. The wizard was killed by archers when he blithely strolled through the gallery of the courtyard. A volley of 20 arrows turned him into a hedgehog, but even then he tried to conjure something, and had to give another volley, and then finish off with swords. Killing a guild mage was a terrible crime, but Quinlia was willing to risk for the sake of her son's well-being. With the help of bribes and charm, she managed to bargain for the new mage, the inexperienced, from Khladnyi Cliff, only from the Academy, the youngest of them, the least trained and least balanced. She was sure she could control him. The main stage of her plan was podsovyvaniya under him her youngest daughter, Listaney. This would put an end to her marriage (who would marry the daughter of a petty nobleman who had already been used?), But the fate of Quinley's daughter was not interested. She and the eldest, Zvinoru, married an influential courtier only for her son to gain access to the guard and military career. And the youngest was the role of the instrument. The new magician was not supposed to investigate the death of the old magician.

Zvikerdy, the slave and so lord of Chladnyi cliff, was also stabbed to death without the slightest regret, and then Quinlia put on the widow's mourning clothes. Now her son, Glian, was driving home and was supposed to be here in five to seven days. And tomorrow morning a new magician of the Cold Cliff was to arrive. She has already ordered Listein to shave off all the hair below the abdomen and under the arms, to prepare a new dress and to be at the parade tomorrow morning. Lyseyna, clean and fresh, was sitting on a chair nearby and was needleworking. Everything went according to Quinlia's plan.

Suddenly, there was a noise coming from behind the door, the door swung open, and a maid, a plump, middle-aged brunette with a round face, strong muscular arms and a small mustache above her upper lip, flew into the room. Listanea looked up, frightened, and Quinlia jumped up in anger - who dared to stop her from resting? And suddenly the faces of both women stretched out in amazement. A group of armed men entered the living room.

“You ... How are you ...” Quinlia was taken aback and recoiled back against the wall.

Quinlia, the daughter and wife of the northern feudal lord, distinguished soldiers from simple robbers at once. And here she saw six warriors: four men and two women. She knew one of the women - it was the same robber who had to kill the bealta of Beala. Others were unknown to her, and the black warrior was so surprising in general, since she could not imagine people with black skin. Even more surprising at the moment for her was Beal, who with the posture of the commander came out from behind the backs of the warriors.

The weapons and armor of these people were completely unknown to her. Who are they? Has Beal become a friend of the inquisitors? The inquisitors of the Mages Guild have never been seen by anyone, or at least no one has ever talked about his date with them. But, persistent rumors that circulated around the known world, said that these magicians were armed and equipped in a completely different way than the warriors familiar to this world.

- What is it, my dear stepmother? Should I have been dead? Well, sorry, it just happened. Providence intervened in your plans in the form of these people, - the dwarf waved carelessly at the soldiers who entered with him.

- Guard! Guard, here! - Quinlia came to her senses and tried to change the situation, but Beal only frowned.

- Dura, your guard is no more. They are all unconscious and will soon be my slaves. Like you, by the way. For now - take off your clothes.

- What? Beal, do you understand what you said?

- Listen Quinlia, I personally do not care for you. But, my people want to try a noble lady - when else will they have such a chance? They will do it anyway, but if you resist, it will hurt you more.

Quinlia looked around at the satellites of the surviving dwarf.They were not inquisitors - they would hardly have been wasted on satisfying their lust. Rogues or mercenaries, though strange looking. So - you can try to bargain. In the end, they all fight for money.

“Listen, tomorrow a new magician will come here.” A few days later - my son. You have no chance ....