"Okay!" The middle-aged mercenary jumped up and waved his fist at the vultures: "Come on, come on, eat them all!"

The screams, sharpened by nervousness, creed out of his eardrums like a shoemaker's awl, causing pain and an even more unbearable swelling, and thanks to the positive energy that supported the body, he was still full of strength and sensibility, and all kinds of voices, Smells and images poured in, they poured into his mind, noisy and colorful, fragmentary and complete, blurry and clear, too many, too many, so that the tired and tired spirit could not distinguish and deal with them, and he wanted to block them out, but found it completely infeasible.

If he really wanted to find a familiar adjective, the soul of the other world thought very reluctantly, that it was that the pain of insomnia had been magnified tenfold, or hundredfold, thousandfold—and when the moment of alternating between the inside and the outside finally came, he thanked all the gods of the two worlds with a reverence that he had never felt before, and plunged headlong into the drowsy sea of consciousness.

It seemed to others that the black-haired caster had just blinked sharply, but by the time he closed his eyes and opened them again, the body's controller had changed.

During the time that the druid was changing and calling his companions, the Ranger Carey had never moved his position, he was always behind Cremar, and he knew how vulnerable a mage who had run out of spells could be. The elven's longbow had been put away, replaced by blades as shiny and white as fresh snow, which made the former undead unconsciously look away—although he knew that the blade tempered by blessed pure water would not hurt him now, he could still feel the stinging of nothingness, and he deeply hated the weakness that the other sojourner had left him, and an impulse drove him to take out the spell book in the dimensional bag, remember the magic in it, protect himself, and kill his enemies.

Finally reason took control of his soft hands, and he reminded himself that he was no longer strong, and that he was in chains and blades, and that even if the spellbook of some stupid mage had the terrible spell he needed, he would not be able to cast it and bring it to the elves or druids, who in any case deserved more recognition by the laws of "good" than the ship cook with dirty toes.

Moreover, he still needs this elf, he needs to recuperate and regain his strength in Gray Ridge.

"Would you like to sit down and rest for a while?" asked Kerryben, a ripple of uneasiness from the elf's keen perception, which he blamed on concern and concern for his young friend.

The lich smiled back with a well-fitting weary smile, and the vines extended towards him, gently lifting his body.

Leo had stopped casting, the black-eared vulture dispersed the rabbits outside the cedar forest, and the rabbits in the cedar forest were chased by the white-striped badger, the crisis was resolved, the rabbits either burrowed into the partridge grass or returned to their burrows, a black-eared vulture landed in front of the druid, and the druid's hands were still submerged in the belly of a gray rabbit, which was one of the thousands of rabbits killed by the sound waves, Barrow had not yet found anything unusual about it, the black-eared vulture with only brown-red eyes and bright belly called a few clear calls, the druid listened, then frowned, and chirped in response to the sound of almost no difference to ordinary people。

The black-eared vulture paced back and forth on the branch as if impatient, and the druid's response seemed to infuriate him even further, and it flew up and landed on Barrow's head, pecking him so hard that he even pecked off a few strands of soft hair, for which the druid had to hide his head under his hands, and he let out several more high-pitched chirps, very resolutely.

The black-eared vulture screamed in a very human gesture and flapped its wings and flew away.

"What's going on?" asked Kerryben with a smile, "What did you promise?" Barrow, it's not a good habit to cheat on friends. ”

"I didn't break my promise," Barrow pouted, "I promised them fifty pigs, but they still want rabbits." ”

"Are rabbits expensive?" asked one of the merchants in surprise.

"It's not about money," the druid's subsequent answer changed the faces of everyone except the elves and mages, "I'm afraid it's going to be a new plague." ”

"Plague!" exclaimed Furte, clutching his throat as if he wanted to spit out the rabbit meat he had eaten last night, and the others were no better.

"It's not yet certain," said the druid, "except for the big ones that change color, the other rabbits don't seem to be mutated, they have no meat in their bellies, only grass, and they still have their original instincts and instincts." ”

"Then you'd better hurry up and find out the real reason," said Kerryben, "If the lord knows, he will definitely issue a mission to kill all the rabbits in the Partridge Hill." ”

After making sure that there would not be another rabbit that dared to bare its teeth at humans, they returned to the camp, where all the horses were killed, the caravan was bitten, and the dye barrels were not spared.

There was a slight commotion among the merchants when they learned that they had been asked to return to Cape Fort together, but it was not a request but a request, especially after the one-eyed mercenaries who wanted to leave quietly were forced back to camp by a group of enraged badgers, and even the muttering complaints and doubts disappeared - they sorted out their belongings, and several merchants also retrieved half a gallon of dye from the dye barrel that had not completely leaked, and a gallon of dye was taken away in an ownerless water bladder,

A merchant found his pot and cup, Barrow made two gallons of water, and Kerry added a drop of winter honey to the pot, gave it to the hungry, thirsty, and panicked humans, and poured the remaining half of the bottle into the black-haired mage's cup.

The lich took it without shame and drank it all.

"What about them?" asked the one-eyed mercenary.

"Have you ever eaten a rabbit?" Barrow asked aloud.

Of course not, Kerribben and Cremar would continue their journey, but the Partridge Hills had become a less safe place, and Leo relayed the advice of his mentor, and they were advised to go southwest, which seemed to be contrary to the White Tower, but only ten miles or so of walking could lead to a nameless dark river, which was slender and secretive, connected to the inner river of the White Tower, and was often used by some smugglers to transport goods or people, one of whom happened to owe Master Alva a small favor.

"This is the agreed credentials. Leo said, handing Carey a boxy bronze medal engraved with many circles and tails.

The entrance to the river was hidden in a sac-like cavern, dark and empty, damp and cold, with a little glowing moss growing on the rock walls and roof, and a small boat moored in the dark water, without mast or oars, greeted by a pair of strange-looking, brightly dressed dwarf brothers, who carefully examined the bronze medals, and communicated for a long time in their own language not so politely - they did not expect that the person standing in front of them was equally familiar and proficient in the dwarf language.

It had been an hour before the elves and mages had finally been allowed to board the ship, not very large, but wide and flat, and a dwarf had brought them two soft and warm rabbit skin blankets, "You guys...... It's okay to sleep on it," he said in a stiff lingua franca, "but it's not allowed...... Go down there. ”

The answer was satisfactory, and he quickly slipped back below deck - and after a few breaths, the boat was moving, and the mechanically driven metal wheels made a soft, regular rattle of the water.

The lich wrapped himself in a warm rabbit skin blanket and closed his eyes, looking like he was asleep, but his ears were pressed against the deck, eavesdropping on every move below.

He didn't get anything at first, and the gnomes could never communicate with each other without tools, machinery, and food, and the former undead remained patient, and after a boring argument about whether lettuce with bacon or bacon with lettuce was more palatable, the gnomes finally got to talk about what could interest the caster.

They talked about rune disks.

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