Thank you.
Yar returned to reality.
The elf in a black frock coat and a high hat, who was looking angrily at Yar, hissed through his teeth, “Where are the prisoners? We need to examine everything here. If you resist, we will call the investigators here and search the entire Wasp Castle.”
This insolent elf tried to go around Yar and enter the tower. However, he ran into a long crackling power sword.
“Yar Row Dark, what are you doing?” the elf squealed, stumbling and leaning back.
Yar smiled, but the ruthless mask froze on his face, and his eyes flashed with cold gloom so penetratingly that the employees looked away in fear.
Yar spoke in a commanding tone. “Ouaris Akeks, why did you come here and bring these unfortunate elves behind your back? It is very difficult for me to restrain myself now so as not to chop each of you into pieces and not deprive you reviving forever.”
There was utter silence; everyone was surprised. The stunned elf turned white and checked his head-dress with shaking hands. He had to hide the stats...
He couldn’t argue. A light blow to his chest with a power sword ceased all verbiage immediately.
“Hey, everyone!” Yar shouted. “I give you one minute to leave Wasp Castle! As for you, bastard,” Yar struck the elf with his sword once again, “I’ll free your son in exchange for Esten Midday’s dagger containing the essence of my perfidiously murdered friend. Consider yourself very lucky. Now get out!”
The fake investigators showed a good ability for cross-country running.
Yar went to his favorite place by the tower and sat down, letting his colleagues know that he would be busy for a while.
The clan leader was worried about his injury. He could no longer rely on regeneration. Anything could have been waiting for him ahead, so he decided to try to recover through the modification in the Demiurge workshop.
I’d better speak with Esten Midday first. Anyway, I can try.
Chapter 65. New Fraction
Y ar wrote a short letter:
I don’t write ‘Hello, Esten,’ because we are still enemies. I think you will be interested to know that I can completely restore your appearance and even improve it, but you will have to fulfill my conditions first.
Yar Row Dark
The answer came almost instantly and surprisingly without swearing, curses, and promises of all kinds of punishment.
It’s impossible. You are a cunning human.
Esten Midday
Yar, without thinking twice, answered Esten, realizing that ordinary light elves didn’t know much. Dangerous information was hidden from them.
I swear! Let the System punish me if I’m lying. I can destroy the EWIS, remove the slave collar, and restore the elves’ reproductive function. In fact, I still have something to surprise you with.
Yar Row Dark
Esten Midday was silent for a long time. Then the answer finally came from him.
Maybe I’m out of my mind? I don’t understand, but I agree to any conditions if there is at least some chance.
Esten Midday
Yar wrote in response:
Meet me at night at the same time at the tower. I will correct everything and can add twenty percent effectiveness to the magic component in the form of a bonus. By the way, if Ouaris Akeks asks you to sell him the Reaper of Souls dagger, then give him the highest price.
Yar Row Dark
Yar, without getting up, then called the head of the diversion groups. About a minute later, Uyu appeared from the portal. Well, more she flew out like lightning.
Yar thought, Wow! She’s obviously pleased with something.
Uyu was smiling widely.
The elf girl blurted out immediately, “The princess of the dark elves has just arrived at the hotel in full battle dress. She’s gorgeous! Many onlookers came running to see her. Seven dark elves accompany her, and they are settling in now.”
Yar smiled. He liked that Uyu wasn’t indifferent to Heiro. Apparently, she really liked the princess, who, without thinking about her high position, if it was necessary, involved herself in battle and fought along with everyone else.
“Uyu, don’t take money from them. Everything is free for our clan members. Offer Heiro the Raven Tower. It’s so large that a whole regiment could be accommodated here. Moreover, it’s the safest place now. Oh, and take the girls with you.”
Yar looked at Mist Certo and Geir Ama, who were going to guard their clan leader.
“Indeed, my dear. Nothing threatens me here anymore. In an extreme case, you always have time to help me. By the way, the princess will be pleased that she is met by the Shadows of the Moon. The best of the Shadows.”
“Yes, Master,’ Uyu almost screamed. “Girls, jump quickly to the hall,” she called her friends, and they disappeared into the flash of the portal.
Yar shook his head. Looks like Heiro has friends, finally.
“Well, that’s good. Now I’ll cure my hand. The elves might attack again at any time…” the head of the Midnighters clan mused quietly.
So. I have to be both calm and careful . Yar looked at his shriveled right hand. It looked like an old, gray, dried tree root.
The man worked both measuredly and slowly. The rhythm was a great thing. Yar drank mineral water, and then he set up a remedial unit to trigger every ten seconds.
Who knew that one of my first spells would become so irreplaceable?
Yar thought of the sources when they flashed simultaneously like a supernova. Their power and speed pleased him incredibly so much that he had to calm them down.
Yar tried to close his mind to everything, sat comfortably, relaxed, and then lit a cigar. Having exhaled fragrant smoke several times and feeling confident, Yar moved into the Demiurge workshop.
Yar didn’t see or notice anything around him.
Suddenly, a portal opened nearby. First, his children stepped out onto the terrace, then the gourdes and a whole delegation of wizards from Earth, headed by Vey the Shamrock, came through the portal.
The wizard, seeing his disciple in a trance, raised his hand and said softly, “Be silent! We shouldn’t interfere with him.”
Yar was in no hurry. He walked over to the thick glass of the workshop and froze in thought. He had worked several options for development, at the same time as an extreme way of retreat—if something went wrong.
Having carefully considered his actions, and visualizing everything in great detail, Yar gave the order confidently, “Withdraw my right arm to the shoulder joint in the working area. Well, good…”
He saw the desired image increased tenfold. Despite the twisted, clenched fingers, the energy memory displayed the contours of a healthy hand in the smallest detail—although they were faded and resembled tiny touches.
Okay. Let’s get started.
He tried very hard to expand the wired paths in his injured hand but failed. It didn't work as well as pouring a lot of energy into the disfigured limb through increasing the brachial and ulnar power nodes and launching a faster regeneration. Having spent a lot of time in vain, Yar checked his feelings and, despite all his fears and risks, he decided to take the most cardinal path.
Once I’ve decided, I will do my best!
Yar clenched his teeth and chopped off his injured hand and an inch of living flesh using a manipulator without regret or doubt. He stopped the blood and the pain almost immediately. To be honest, he did not feel severe pain, just numbness at the site of the cut. Literally, right away, it was amazing for Yar, the contours of a healthy hand appeared both clearer and brighter.
Yar kept his composure and put the severed hand into his subspace pocket, planning to create an artifact out of it later. Then he examined his two articular nodes on the arm more closely—the shoulder and elbow—and saw that they had already been leveled up to the maximum.
Well, perhaps, I can’t improve them even more.
He expanded the wired paths and installed large energy storage between the uln
ar and the radial bones of the forearm, aligning it with two wired paths leading to the wrist. The result was great and added confidence to Yar: the contours of the severed hand became much clearer again and now glowed almost like an outline of living flesh.
Now it was possible to run the Creator. Yar chose this function from the list of possibilities and ordered, “Recreate the wrist joint and right hand.”
Two shining hoops appeared in the working space. They diminished significantly and, like a wristband, were placed on the location of his now-severed crippled hand. Nothing happened for a long time, but after ten minutes, they began to move and accelerate, moving to and fro.
Initially, Yar saw just a white mass, but after a few seconds, it turned into bones. Nerves and blood vessels, muscles, ligaments and, finally, skin appeared after. Yar was very anxious to try to move his fingers, but he decided to continue the recovery process.
Now I will act intuitively.
Yar read the Secret Runes of the Shadows and activated them. Nothing extraordinary happened, except that someone seemed to have pricked a needle in Yar’s nape. He had long wanted to try his ability of the Master of Crystals...
The people who had arrived through the portals—the gourdes, the Dark Princess and the Shadows—sat in a large semicircle around Yar and watched him in silence. Their clan leader was sitting with a stump of his right arm stretched forward.
His appearance was impressive! Yar seemed as though he had been turned to stone, although his visible sources were striking in their power and high intensity of their work.
An ephemeral, green-glowing hand appeared at the beginning. It was then gradually detailed and increased. Yar’s right hand flashed wave-like and slowly faded away. Sometimes it caught fire with such force that the beholders had to close their eyes. In just a few moments, the hand became flesh, though very few were able to notice it clearly. Only when the fully fledged hand slowly fell onto Yar’s knee did they realize that it was completely restored. However, the spectacle continued.
Two small crystals appeared before Yar. They were black with flashes of a scarlet glow. Then, unexpectedly for those observing, thin graceful hands materialized and began to work with crystals as if they were soft and plastic clay. The precious stones stretched out and looked like long, thick glowing rods. These most beautiful lines looked enchanting. It seemed that long, ghostly fingers were playing with them, as though juggling.
However, the fingers were polishing the crystals, periodically applying them to the forearms, as if trying them on for size. The most interesting and spectacular moment came later when the ghostly hands began to cut strange symbols onto the crystals.
The assembled people, and even Vey the Shamrock, had to take a few steps back as the unbearable noise and howl rose, the air warmed up, and then it froze to the impossible limits around their leader. Sparks poured out, and large hailstones fell. At the same time, the wall of the Raven Tower was alternately covered with frost and smoke. This violence of the elements subsided only when two thin wands plunged into Yar’s forearms without any resistance.
Finally, a strong hiss rang out and a shining brand in the form of a growth shield appeared above Yar’s head.
The clan leader opened his eyes and tightly clenched the fingers of his right hand with pleasure.
“Wow,” he said, looking around the crowd.
***
Uray the Merciless felt regret. He left the throne, slid down the steps, and froze, reclining and looking dejectedly at the terrible destruction that he had inflicted upon the magnificent throne room of the White Irises. Their former magnificent throne room.
Uray Tox had an unenviable position. He could fall into madness completely and irrevocably. He couldn’t often control this billowing, like a sea tide, a destructive rage. After the defeat at Wasp Castle, and those rumors in the capital, he was well aware that his clan had suffered irreparable damage to their honor. He had no doubt that the White Irises would repeat the fate of the White Branch clan, except that it hadn’t been robbed yet.
“That’s it, not yet ,” the light elves’ head grieved.
The ruler wasn’t sure about anything lately. Although, there were already ten teams of his best rangers on guard in the treasury of the White Irises.
“What a disgrace! I’d rather just die and end this torment.”
Suddenly the ruler of the White Irises heard the doors open slightly, noisily pushing back the hefty pieces of golden stucco and a scattering of precious stones that had flown away from the panels on the vaults.
Uray was incredibly surprised because his subordinates had been too afraid to approach these doors for many hours now.
Oddly enough, it was Litas Effie and Gray Gouvdi, his two oldest warriors.
The ruler twisted his mouth into a wild smile. “Have you come to kill me with something irrevocable? If so, I am ready. At least, I will rest in darkness. Come on. Come closer. Do your work.”
“No, we’ve come to offer you a way out.”
Uray the Merciless lay back on the steps, his hands behind his head as he laughed terribly. Only crazy people who’d lost touch with reality laughed in this way.
The newcomers shuddered. However, Gray Gouvdi continued speaking surprisingly loudly and with emotion. “Sir, we have only one chance — we need to return to the forbidden magic. We will raise ancient wizards in the Cursed Lands. The Belt of the Worlds will shudder with our power.”
The effect of these words was amazing.
Uray the Merciless opened his eyes and laughed even louder and more insanely than before. Jumping to his feet, he screamed in a raspy, terrible voice, as if tearing his very soul out of himself. “Heck! I like it! This is a landmark moment! We will be the founders of the new faction, the faction of the dead! Let everything go to hell! Ah-ha-ha!”
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