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I'm going to look like a king. That's alright.

UCKIC O What can I do?

I'm so real. I'm so real. I'm so real. That was a dark day indeed. I believe not really

It's a myth. Easy to dismiss, young one.

Few kids remember the details. Still, no point

worrying about the past, even if it is true.

I'm dangerous attitude. Really? What do you

say that? You don't never learn from your mistakes.

I'd rather worry about this journey than the past.

Remembering all that old stuff I'm surprised

you can look for as a message. Yes, it might offer something to do with peace talks.

Keep bringing up all that old nonsense. My message is for

the king in his ears only. You ask me about the peace

talks and why the orcs left. I'm trying to twist

my words to get my message out of me.

There's always more to a messenger than meets the eye.

Good lesson for you to remember. Eyes open, ears blurry. If danger is lurking,

so be the stretch. Why is that? We're about midway through our journey.

At this point here from the calf to the back to the fore. Interesting.

Why? In the middle of three hinges.

Why, and just a woodhead. You stone hinge in a scene.

More world-based hills. Hi. That's enough history lessons for one day.

Well, I hope your message contains less than

nonsense than that which you've spanned. Weapons.

What do you see, Griff? Fresh tracks. I did that way.

No. Stick to the path. Stay together.

Griff, you lead. Well, power is a hinge half.

You've seen one. Not the big stones of people

chanting around them. It's a stone hinge. Seen that. And the wood hinge nearby.

Never like to get too close to that one.

I always got a bad feeling around it. Could never trust my

why it's moving. Truly. Why is it to keep your

distance from that which you don't understand?

Power moves in mysterious ways around it.

The China. That's a lot of energy.

Which means that too much energy creates a fog for magic uses. I'll define each other.

Never bought into them. Magic senses in magic.

You never walked into a room and since someone was angry. It's different.

Communications of the capital would be far simpler.

Have they not created so many hinges nearby?

Well, that should be simpler if people embrace magic.

This message must be a good one.

Arlo.

What? Three guards for one messenger. Traveling quietly

on foot speed, not as important as safety,

instead hidden from sight. It's on the coming

to question a messenger and is against the cold.

Captain of the Galan's hand paints as well. I thought you would be unknown this.

We all have to do the simpler duties from time to time as you're fond of saying.

Reminds me of a dog, taking a dog home and smiling home once knows it's useless.

Y'all know.

We've all had the rumours. I don't mean you know this respect,

but they're a younger man coming through now. With experience.

Some lines there are more in touch with the Galan's own.

You're obsessed with the old ways.

Except magic of course.

Such attitudes of the new enough feathers in the garden.

Is that a soul?

I'm just saying to the men,

not knowing me I did a trade with a goblin.

Any of me there is.

I'd never break the code.

Polts.

There's something wrong.

Is it more tracks?

Assassin?

Assassin?

What then? Evil spirits.

Could be?

No be ridiculous.

Ever since these two more orts have been sending treaties over to our king.

There have been rumours of strange things happening.

Some sort of black magic lies here.

I've brought west on the black forest.

Let's step off the path, see what happens.

Use one of your tricks, Amos and Jack.

Keep our distance from danger.

The black forest.

Why from there?

Well, I enjoyed the company of an archer from the warlord's troubling company.

She said the journey there took twice as long as it should.

You're no longer travelled through the black forest.

Because I don't mind it.

No.

She said a sickness comes from me.

No.

When were the first plague victims of the city?

When?

After the visit from the warlord.

Quiet.

No, you can't.

You need to keep hearing me, we need to get to the camp.

What was the lot of folks?

Do you know of this?

My message is for the king.

It won't be much use to him if you fail to deliver it.

It's better for it.

What should it work?

It's much easier to deal with than this, man.

Do you know who it is, the mere tacos?

How many?

Where are they coming from?

I can change our course.

That's what we need to know.

Fine.

We move.

Keep an eye out for any struggles in the rear.

It's plagued.

Be wary.

Don't touch anything.

They're outcasts.

They're a lot of them moving hardly for sick people.

Must keep moving.

Don't want you to stand around.

Stay calm and attack.

You are.

Let's get out of here.

That must be painful.

To be stabbed by a wife and his two.

A wife?

You've been listening to too many tales round the fireplace, some words on the wind.

Just because a tale of faith doesn't mean the truth is a doubt.

They didn't fight like people behind a plague.

Stunners and harps that one.

I love them.

Don't care for them now.

How do you know the wibons?

That's what the poison does for a while.

What are you talking about?

Something is terribly wrong here.

Should I ask him? I can.

..

I can, I can now convey your thoughts.

Have your thoughts to yourself?

Yeah, I'm right.

Is he pain? I'm not pain.

Poison.

It's right.

A grandmother used to tell me the story.

The wibons and the wolf died to die.

Stop!

He's got a knife!

You've read my thoughts, been he has heard the message.

Please.

Take me to a hill.

Please, just take me to a hill.

I will kill you as soon as your back is turned.

Can I trust him?

Of course you can, he's one of mine.

I'm sorry, I've been pissed at him.

He's lying.

You can hear my thoughts.

What am I thinking?

What are you looking for to be sick?

What's the message?

I'm sworn to not reveal my message to anybody.

Dead messages.

A poor a deliverer in such promises.

If he was already dying,

why won't then have been clarity to the Balkan notion?

I saved him from a miserable death.

That is all.

We must move on.

You've seen what is out of you.

I don't know what I saw.

The wolf, the white and the white chief.

The wolf will hunt the enemy.

The white and will see the enemy.

And the white chief will enter the enemy.

That is how the day will go.

So shall we keep chatting or keep moving? Your choice.

I shall go on alone if I must.

But if such beasts are lurking,

my message must be important.

Think on that.

Go after him.

I'll be right behind you.

I'm doing trust him.

I'll save you for the battle.

I remember your bravery last winter,

fighting off those walls.

Myathans and plague faces indeed.

Bad ones.

If you find yourself on a road alone,

when you should be with those you're meant to guard,

something's wrong.

In such moments,

it is foolish to look for your charge.

But if they are meant to be seen and now are not,

movement is key.

One perspective has failed.

Try another.

Do not wait.

Do not linger.

And keep moving.

Who?

Oh, oh, this is a good fact.

Don't go away.

Don't not bleed.

Who?

Until you have the upper hand again.

And when you are ready, it's right.

Once you are victorious,

then you should seek out that which you have lost.

For danger, once defeated gives us time to breathe.

We saw it, but we hadn't had no time to warn you.

We took care of it.

I didn't hear my story.

Are you hurt?

I don't want it to be a messenger.

So the world of travel was close and fear.

Messages were proved that he could journey safe.

I'm sorry he was proved wrong.

He wasn't a good man, but he was decent.

I've known a lot worse.

It's a horrible way ago.

In some cultures, death by whiving is considered a great honor.

Yes, so is eating the brains of a pigeon.

Doesn't mean I'm going to do it.

What is it?

When?

It keeps changing direction.

I noticed it too.

That's... The sort of thing I would have chastised before.

Now the trick of the senses.

I'll tell his father of his passing when we return.

I've met him before.

He hated that his only son became a member of the guard.

Wanted him to farm wheat like he did.

Good coin at that.

More than we are.

Magic senses magic.

You may feel small at times, but in the river of life, you may do more than you know.

Little choices often have the biggest consequences.

Thought you didn't make the cut.

Something dropped out.

Oh, so it's true. People are talking about this.

Mother.

You beat a man within an inch of his life, so you could take his place.

He torned at me.

Said I'll turn up to the task so I proved him wrong.

Told you you'd done it.

Well, time will tell.

Few of the tasks worthy enough to stun the test of time.

My woodwork will wither and wear, but wow,

if you can become a warrior, the world remembers what he is.

I don't think you're at it anyway.

To get back in and running.

I'm proud of you.

Better than this waste of space.

If I see how to do a thing, I do it.

I'll give my best try.

That's it.

Show him your best is it worth more.

It's worth more and more.

What you do is to it.

Oh, not this again.

I'm busy.

And what you do is important.

It's what we do to it.

Art creates artisans, sharing knowledge and beauty for generations.

Lessons you learn when you were young.

Best you forget them.

War creates warriors.

Focus on back.

I'm proud of you getting back in the running.

You bring honor to the family.

I'm a waste of space.

Learn to work with word you always have table.

Work with plants, you always have medicine.

Crops, always have food.

Jimstones always have magic.

As far as you'll never forget the past.

You know what, mother? It sickens me.

The whole you care about is death and distress.

Yes, yes, yes.

Who wants? Crops.

You!

Death comes from your hands more easily than life.

I see what's going to begin.

I know what's best.

A warrior.

If I fail to be a warrior, I shall join the guard.

And be a walking shame for us to endure.

Don't you dare.

Breath.

Ah, can you feel it?

It's like an anger growing.

I think it's time you shared with us what you can, messenger.

There is little to tell.

Little enough is better than nothing.

We know the path to the messenger

and the way of the guardian.

And we ask you to break neither.

Whatever you can share with us may be the difference

between more deaths and you succeeding in your quest.

Oh, of course.

Our lives matter not.

That is the way of the guardian.

This is your quest and we will protect you to succeed.

What?

You take this seriously.

With our lives.

I didn't use this yet.

Good.

What then? How can you not feel this?

The anger is rising, the fury is coming.

You truly feel nothing.

You?

What I tell you now, you can tell in their wallet.

That is the way of the guardian.

We protect all word, witness, magic and spirit.

You do not know this?

No.

But it makes it far simpler.

That creature you saw.

It is a war chief.

An orc.

What grip and I feel now are its anger pulses.

The energy that travels this strongly, this far.

The war chief calling to its clan.

To achieve such a level of fury.

Must be fighting for its very life.

Cute!

Cute, huh?

Cute, the blue star.

Cute, the blue star.

Cute?

F...!...!...!...! o...!...!.., !!!...!!...ph...!...!

So...!...!...of... gasp...! he got... so...!...he got... unintelligible...

I did not give you a girl behind me...! I'm going to get you!

, and here I am on cool. You have to arrive at me..!..., And I'm...

I don't believe it. I believe your ears, even if you can't hear the power of it.

Your warchief makes a war cry. Then it creates a war path, and the war party

will follow it, and when they reach the warchief they will make a war camp.

And they will bring war to the region, but war acts haven't

been stopped in time for the area to become rich with plunder.

Foste kill food to steal, token sticking, when a warchief wanders continues to sleep.

No, humans will sleep. Is this your message to the free part of it?

But it is prudent you now know. We must reach the king.

So the only person I can talk to be at this house?

The others all disappear for a beer about now.

Like my own company.

I heard your friend got the plague.

Hmm. I don't like what we do to them any more than you do.

The last we can do.

Then danger one of us.

You're a good one.

That ought.

When it's green, you shuttered.

But it's no matter all.

It is a warchief, and yet I felt the power of its war path.

How does a warchief work?

When you were open to spirits and magic, you were alive to such strong currents.

It is a pulling sensation, like you were following the right path.

And a war path truly leads to a warchief.

Yes.

And you can feel us.

Oh, yeah.

You are gifted in that.

Is it close? Good.

We should press on.

That is the rule of two, and the rule of three.

Two forces will always oppose one another.

That is fact, the rule of two.

The rule of three is that one should know there

is always another influence outside of the two.

You're under fear.

This is man versus animal.

Why is the fear there?

Looking for food?

Perhaps it was having a postmeal stroll.

You are correct.

Perhaps.

So there is no three.

There is always a warchief.

This is not a riddle who will solve it.

The rule of three is as you see.

The deer is out looking for food.

He's searching for a mate.

He's maybe waiting for a friend.

But it also applies to the hunter as well.

His village demands he comes back with some food, demands he comes back with some meat.

And the sun is high in the sky.

So he's hot.

And it's been a long day.

So he's tired.

You're good.

But the rule of two cannot be either.

I can help my friend.

We are not a post.

You help a friend.

And you are putting a friend in your debt.

Not many more.

The rule of seven.

There is luck in all the fever being out of them.

If you were to attack, you would overwhelm me.

But you have not all attacked.

So the odds of my victory against all of you are still just that odds.

The result is not yet confirmed.

In dire situations you must cling to this.

And know what appears to be a weakness.

Maybe a strength.

Oh, like the metal on the top.

The rare little top material.

Please, we fight with wood, bone and stone.

Which are much quieter than that plan.

What steel and iron.

Have limited weapons and supplies.

Therefore, we train in a world weapon.

To an advantage.

It's coming.

I watch it.

Oh, God.

Burn.

It's here.

That might be the whole appetite.

TheTesla.

TheTHEARNAKE will.

I can't call bodies.

Do not be

I've seen playing it before, but that...

There were so many.

They had weapons, I didn't recognize.

They were teeth.

No. They had entities too.

And I swear one was a spy to find.

No, no, no, no, no.

What? This is like a.

..

A bad dreamer,

and a nightmare of things long extinct.

No one alive has seen an orc.

Let alone a... what even a giant spider or...

Or an hent.

You have lived sheltered in the corner of the world.

I dare say you have seen nothing of the elder races.

The elder races.

And nothing.

But myth and legend.

War has taken its toll in more ways than one, but he has proof.

There is much happening in the world.

Outside your village.

We must get walking.

The war chief is near and he's unpredictable.

We need to walk.

That's happened.

Do you two always travel as a pair?

Why?

But like conversation, nothing more.

You barely speak unless prompt, unless it's about the elder races.

I am a speaker of the guard, where the captain goes, I follow.

Forgive me.

What is the speaker of the guard?

You seem to know very little for one who carries such an important message.

A speaker of the guard is one who also feels magic.

Gemstones or spirits.

So is to speak from one guard to another.

Not that there are any guards we can communicate with anymore.

Why is that?

Don't like the old ways.

Now we get to hold a little more than channel and energy.

He's an outsider.

You fear me.

I'm wary of you.

You turn up sort of the plague.

Now an orc.

Talk of things long forgotten.

Look at the guard.

That was a mercy.

You killed him.

Then you don't fight.

I can see this isn't easy for you.

And the elder said, this one great power.

We will split into three.

The gemstones and magic.

And spirits therapy.

Two for the elders.

And the dragons get three.

One for the humans.

That's plenty for the.

And you can't use gemstones.

But you don't know about the way of the guardians.

We should keep moving.

No.

We stop.

Now.

I thought you had to keep your own.

You're a hard man to like Orion.

That counted against you in the selections.

You stink.

You speak in mind.

You never do things by halves.

People hate you for it.

I respect it.

Best position I could get you.

Captain of the guardians.

In battle to town.

I'm sure your family will be pleased.

One last thing.

This is passed from Captain to Captain.

What do you know of gemstones?

You are born with gemstones pair on magic.

And on the tone.

The first guardians were created to guard the secrets of the gemstones.

But without being taught that power will never be awakened.

All in all the gemstones know the guardians, no matter the race.

We may be banished to no more than a town guard these days.

But back when peace roamed and poor were free.

Guardians are no more important station.

Something we should never forget.

Magic uses have no need of a guardian.

Or a guard.

Which means you must be.

You must be a spirit user.

Through it.

Shiver down your spine.

Spirits come to die in a feast.

On your senses, eat yourself.

A spirit must never leave you all.

In that they rhyme to warn you away from us.

We who walk with shadows.

But few see this blender.

Together the spirit guides no war for whose must surrender.

I wondered why they told me to ask for the captain.

It made no sense.

Now I understand.

They wanted me to find you.

What do you mean? You are.

I am a spirit guide.

Now a apprentice to a master.

No one would teach me to be useful with my talents.

So I went in search of answers myself.

It's my time to learn now.

My calling has been heard.

A master has found me.

I've known you for.

A long time yes.

Then I have had to keep my secret all these years.

For people like the old ways but not so much the magic.

And even less spirits.

I thought you used gemstone.

You never even asked.

Your hatred belongs you.

The spirits reveal all.

For they are the souls of the dead.

If my own community would not even support my

skills, then why not side would those who do?

This is a dark path.

You wanted a breath.

I have always respected you arrive.

But there are bigger things that play than you have ever understood.

My way has changed.

The new path lies ahead.

You must move on.

The wind is following us.

Your mission is done.

God in.

We need you no longer.

There is a natural calmness that always comes with acceptance.

Accept.

Be.

You seem to have a problem with that.

I'll to accept a raise to some unkindness.

And his reputation is as a thug.

We have rules.

Someone breaks my enforcement.

That's simple.

I forget your promotions, but no friends.

What you did to that goblin.

Never trust a goblin.

What was clear on that?

No business with him.

It was begging.

Always keep us safe.

If you have a wish I would imagine.

Seven sisters now.

Magic has its own price.

And that's gems.

Now some could work with gems.

And others wield magic.

The spirits can indeed both.

The spirits would take from your soul.

You were safest out of all of that.

Weakness, I would love to cure.

I must have no time for it.

One day that weakness may become a strength.

Forget yourself in enough trouble as it is.

No use caught in more.

Never forget.

Magic senses magic.

I have no word you'd call.

But you felt it was to happen.

Yes.

That is the call of the spirit.

It binds us together.

Makes hunting those with magic much easier.

When an acolyte becomes a master,

an apprentice must be found.

Powerful magic can only be cast in pairs.

Together we will achieve great things.

I have been sent from the Black Forest.

Where are we headed? I was intended.

The King.

But he outlawed all spirit users.

My father and not all fear about which they don't understand.

New York.

We are leading it to the Catholic.

Hurting it to I should say.

Hurting.

The plague faces are under my control.

They have all sworn their souls to the spirit in return for eternal life.

But we killed some of them.

You killed some of them.

I had to ensure you were worthy.

And I didn't know if it was you or the Captain I served.

Magic users and gems don't work it.

And since others of that kind of spirit guides cannot.

A weakness and a strength.

But we can feel the pull of the spirit.

The spirit creates power.

It is fed by soul.

It pays to be wary of following it to closely or to blind.

The great work of your life now will be understanding the ebb and flow.

Some say it is like casting on to a dream at the point of waking.

I prefer to liken it to recognizing someone.

From this place in from where?

I have much to learn master.

It is good to talk of such things in the daylight.

Long have I hidden in the shadows.

Around so you are fired you.

It's going to be a long day for you.

No, they are burning spirit which is under satchel.

Yeah, you should come doing a scummy load list.

It's going to be great.

I heard you fought in the troll wars.

That you were left in the boom pit to manage to escape.

That's all true.

I'm sure it sounds exciting now.

When you're lying in a ditch, unarmed.

Pile and soul around you.

Quickly understand that no one will be coming to save.

The choices ahead are all yours.

I would die when a troll's hammer or a goblin sword.

But I would make it back to the front line.

Or I could protect my people.

The times of war.

The choices that seem.

So why have all died?

The problems I've met with unbox of it.

They mine it deeper than the dwarves.

The colours are impressive.

The trolls have no need for it.

Rock, stone, and air weapons.

I wouldn't say the broken.

I used the health of it to kill an intertron.

Then used what I could when I could.

My soul purpose was to kill.

I didn't know if I'd been back.

Have I taken a bow?

Protect my friends, my family, my people.

So you weren't worried.

I started out as a guardian.

You went to war.

I'm ready to go to war.

War finds you.

So we fought when attacked the capital.

And then war to evil.

Indeed.

And we will raise an army from the dying and those suffering from pestil.

And crush them all.

With each new soul, we will become more powerful.

Until all are service.

Surely souls are only useful to a necromancer.

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Staring hench to the north.

See hench to the east.

Wood hench to the southwest.

A hench draws its power from the earth for sea or the wind.

So try and go created by the three.

We'll allow an acolyte of the spirit to become a necromancer.

We're the sacrifice.

The greater the sacrifice, the greater the power.

I came.

The one message is that he must die.

You are a quick learner.

And apprentice you are, but an acolyte I prophesied you will become.

Perhaps even a necromancer.

The true path to greatness.

Uh, uh, uh.

Star.

Where are you off to? To kill it.

Look at his neck.

Still bleeding.

Means his mask has been freshly stapled on.

I know your brother is killed by a plague face, but they're still human.

And it's fortunate souls.

It's looking to infect others.

It's looking back at home.

Same as you do.

Same as I do.

If it comes back in a few days,

it'll have started to lose its mind.

Become feral.

Probably desperate.

But we won't find its way back at all.

You're kind.

You just had a while to think.

The wrecking is probably best.

And I'm protecting something.

If you can, rather than kill it.

I'll go back to my rounds.

Maybe let it be.

Whoever's turned across the ball.

It's yours coming.

More families be coming down this way.

Good place to raise children.

Good for farming.

Good for, uh, profits.

You're not my words.

It's land to be valuable in the coming years.

Oh!

He's catching one.

Oh, we've come knocking through, sir.

We've had news of plague faces.

I'm some travelling merchants.

I'd worse.

I'm not forcing that.

Go on.

No, it's just some Duncan's daydream.

Oh, I've seen that.

Ra.

Yes, man.

Killing trolls and orcs.

It's almost the same technique.

Move around it and attack together.

Never attempt to fight one-on-one.

Dada.

Please, Nada.

No.

D'rockie, we were.

We need him.

Yeah.

Easy.

Oh, man.

All right.

Oh, come here.

We got that key bump into Galaga.

Oh, my god.

My bad god.

Demra.

Galaga.

Here's my gawk.

Gawky guy naughty, he rumped thatomatsu.

They k are down on them back.

They k, he gawk.

K, the k gonna with, well, we need it.

They k, he gawk.

Keep m actin' take a hurry.

I'm not sure.

You got it, you got it, you're you got it.

What are you doing?...?

I'm glad I tried to get to the beach.

Please, I'm not sure.

What are you, sir?

What is this drive and end?

Traditions?

Don't fight and play faces.

Not warriors.

You're not a warrior.

You escape the drugs.

Why did you not go home?

There is little rest that we had, whilst the job remains undone. I remember my lessons. Take a bath..., with a

good student. Farewell, Orion. I had a great teacher, Karnak. Each other's done. Would help me. Oh, I ate this.

Something vexes the spirit. Another is here. Do you feel it? No. You are yet weaker. A windmage isn't a fairing with a

death. Their power is weaker. They could warn the king. The messages they send on the breeze. We should have killed him.

What is here? Here they go. I have risen the dead. You come to aid us. No. Only. Yes. Only at necromancer

can raise the dead to live forever. Have the power to do it for a short time. You must make haste. Gladly.

I hate you. Your lungs are burning from the venom. I'm chilling the air for you. Just slightly. But it was so subtle.

Do you know what venom it was? Right. Well, there's no urge we can do, this thing. I can keep your life on it.

Yes. Perhaps hours. But why venom? Here. Oh, watch it. The venom is working. It's rare to shed

force. I have been tracking a plague on the air. It's come across the water like a dirty arm.

It's welcoming its hand and encircling its prey. Waves of pestilence such

as this is rare indeed. And why does pestilence come armed with wyverns?

I hate you. Follow me now. Watch it. Not an og blood. Og's can't be trusted. Is that not how the same

goes? Yes. A spirit master. And an apprentice. Here. But they hurry the warchief toward the capital.

One way. Again. To bring more. I must send a message. But they'll have sent me. They'll be coming. The hedge will

make it more difficult. If I'm attacked while sending it. Oh, guard you. It's what I do. Forgot you were listening.

You're sure you're up to the task? You go on the other options. I shunned he'd love. Just enough to buy the word

on the breeze. Can hear them. There's lots. You'll be overwhelmed by them I fear. Stay strong. I'll help you.

Be as quick as I can. They will not attack me from the hedge.

If you can walk this close. Without the magic of a whirling bed.

A moment. One moment before your big day. You come to talk me out of it. No. I respect your decision. But his

might sound silly. But I had a dream last night. No. It wasn't about today. Already time soon. But a frog.

Was carrying a baby whiving across the water. To save it from a rising tide. But then.

The baby whiving bit before it when it reached the other side safely. Killing it.

And then it's day in moments. Do you know what the frog heard in

the thoughts of the whiving? What did you expect? I'm a whiving.

Take from that what you will. But be guided by it. That is all.

I hope today goes well. I'm not a whiving. Don't be a frog either.

You may be a disappointment. Your mind is appointment.

Always the space.

I know this is a simple creed. Say it when you are

challenged before it will regulate your breath.

You can prepare the body and focus the mind, and you will be ready.

You say this now and only now.

The next time you say it, you shall be a warrior.

For it is the warrior's creed.

Come to me.

Come here.

Come to me.

Please stand and I fight.

Come, who?

Come, who?

Come, who?

Come on!

Come on, but come on.

Come on, you strong girl.

I'm trying to stop me. I made more time.

I will end this time.

I'm going to need some help.

I'm struggling, but I can bring confusion.

How is that useful? I'm here.

I'll meet the man.

I'll meet the guy.

I'll meet the guy.

I can't let him go.

I can't let him go.

On these to the war chief, we are to slay this man.

You can't.

You won't get past me.

She's behind you.

Good to know.

Stay alive.

Almost.

How did the bleeding disease hit?

The maid was keeping you alive.

Apologize.

I've been smelling your soul, starting to break.

Pieces of you are dying, but you are desperate to lose.

You are pathetic.

You shouldn't.

You may have forgotten who you are.

But don't even know.

I need more time.

Please.

Finish him.

He is bound to me until death.

Enough.

Reminis with your friend.

You wouldn't kill me, Griffo.

You hit me with the flat of your blade.

You don't have to try hard.

Not if you're dead.

This is your mess.

I'll kill him.

I'll kill him.

Do you kill him? Guardian.

As such a guy reads, but... You're looking at him, must he? I'll kill him.

You wanted death.

I'm death.

I always saw the best of you.

Still dead.

And dead.

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you voice anymore. Did you send the message? Correct.

Did you send the message? I'll send the message. Haltz. Try again. I'll help.

Did it work? What happened? I saw him. Stop with us. Guardian. You stayed on now. You stay.

When you get the child, she gets far away from there as you can. Far away.

I'll wait for you as much to wait for me to come. We've got little things. I can't hear

you. Did not be surprised. A child can speak many tongues. So, you're the survivor.

I can hear you. I can hear you. I can hear you.

You're a warrior. What? Then? You know the power of gemstone.

Guardian cards, secrets. You know the ways of the Guardian. I know the ways of humans.

You're the traitor. You're the traitor. You're the traitor. You're the traitor.

I can't hurt you. According to the old royal, which I respect. I respect.

You know the meaning of that work. What do you know of folks? You're a

war. We deserve the war. Death brings us life. Life brings us death. You.

No, you don't know us. But I know you. Human.

Action. It will heal you. I know humans.

You will do as we want. I won't do anything for you. Oh, you will. You'll go to the king. And

you'll tell him to raise an army for war. Not run away and hide. No, no, no. A proper fight.

What? I'm going to make us do crazy things. Crazy. I was angry on my way here.

Very angry, because the war path was wrong. So we took a detour.

So lovely little village. By the river. Plenty of humans. Little thunder.

Quite flippy frothy. Perhaps you knew some of them. What is in the sack?

It's not going to do something. Crazy. Go to the king path.

Raise an army. Bring us war. What's in the sack? Never do a battle going.

Let me die. Show me. I took a bow to protect my people. But you're not very good at that. I

am. For I know that you're lying. You don't know where to go next. That's why the messenger.

Let's try to push you towards the king. You get lost in these

forests for weeks, months. Probably starve before you reach the king.

The first rule is to attack the first. I'm guessing your

practice has been given. And we'll probably defend you.

You got a party. Are you dead, God, God? You are dead, God,

God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God.

Go to your king. Tell him to prepare.

Magic senses magic.