After exiting the teleportation room, the scenery of the luxurious corridor had changed to a dark corridor. At the end of the path he could see a large wooden door reinforced with metal bands, from under these an artificial light filtered.
Zark, led by Keil, walked through the passage to the door.
The door opened automatically the moment Keil was close enough. On the other side was a large arena, surrounding it were several layers of auditorium-type seating.
This oval amphitheater had a length of one hundred and eighty-eight meters, a width of one hundred and fifty-six meters, and a height of forty-eight meters. This place could easily recall the great Roman Colosseum.
The lighting in the place was as bright as daylight, and although it was a huge space, the entire amphitheater was covered, it was impressive that something so large was inside a building.
But something made this place have a gloomy atmosphere, and that was the non-existence of an audience, all the seats that should be populated by visitors, were totally empty, only a ghostly breeze hovered around the place.
As they entered the amphitheater, suddenly ...
"Come on!"
With a shout, a silhouette leaped from the VIP room. It was a six-story building and there was no use of magic to smooth its fall, only physical ability. His posture as he fell eliminated the impact.
"JA" showing a proud expression with a thumb up, his words along with a smile denoted great self-confidence.
Zark could swear he saw a gleam come out of his smile.
He was a young man brimming with energy. His white hair moved along his shoulders reflecting his surroundings. The blue color of his pupils made his eyes sparkle like those of an outgoing rogue.
His long, pointed ears and grayish skin revealed that he was a Drow, better known as Dark Elves, a relative of the High Elves and Wood Elves.
He wore a midnight black long-sleeved shirt, the buttons on this were gold and on his chest, on each side he had a small pocket that could be opened by unfastening the button that held it, on his back he had the symbol of Damenburg Castle, the intertwined tree. Beneath him he wore a set of black pants. He also wore a pair of fine leather high boots and from his belt hung a sword that resembled an elegant needle, it was a Rapier.
If someone were a connoisseur of history (and fashion) they would immediately notice that his clothing resembled the uniform of a German officer during the Second World War; of course, historical issues aside, Zark admitted that the uniform had style.
With long strides, the Dark Elf came running towards Zark. His steps were agile and fast closing distances.
The Dark Elf suddenly stopped his movement and due to friction produced a cloud of dust behind him.
"Ugh ... that was exhausting."
Obviously he wasn't tired, he just pretended to wipe the sweat off his forehead and showed a smile similar to that of a charlatan about to perform a scam. In a high tone of voice, I salute.
"Welcome, my lord. Welcome to the non-custodial area! Ha… "with his final words he lifted his thumb and kept his charlatan smile.
Zark only kept his gaze fixed on him, in his mind circulating the following thought "what happens to this guy?"
"Nyos, what are you doing here?"
Keil stared at the Dark Elf, Nyos, as he asked his question.
"Eh, is that with me?"
"Yes, this is with you. What are you doing here?"
He was Nyos the guardian of the art tower at Damenburg Castle. He was a Swashbuckler, an agile and veiled swordsman, an expert in swordsmanship and a master of the art of swordsmanship.
"Well ... I don't know, you tell me" Was the dark elf's reply as he shrugged.
"you do not know? What kind of answer is that? "
"Well ... you asked me for an answer and that was mine."
"Anyway, at least try to be a decent person to Lord Zark."
"Whatever you say, Guardian Overseer, in that case, allow me to present myself to my lord in the correct manner."
Keil just fixed his cold gaze on him, though I didn't say anything, Keil pulled away from him to allow his lord through.
Zark was puzzled, he didn't know what to say, so he simply proceeded with the simplest question of all.
"and you are…?"
"Of course great Lord, allow me to introduce myself ... Oh ..." with a jump, he took off from the ground and while he was in the air he performed a few pirouettes before falling, thereby demonstrating his great athletic abilities. As he touched the ground he flexed his left leg as he extended his right leg, raised his right hand towards Zark while his left hand lightly covered his face.
"I am Nyos Minska, although you can call me, you bad ass."
"Eehh."
"Eehh."
Both Zark and Keil had the same reaction.
If the objective of such a performance was to surprise, then he had achieved his mission.
Zark looked from right to left with his eyes as he took a step back.
He had brought the cane with him in case of an emergency situation, as he planned to attack and retreat immediately if the situation warranted.
As if it were his shadow, Keil positioned himself right behind Nyos and struck a heavy blow to the charlatan's head.
"What kind of presentation is that ?! Do you always have to make a fool of yourself ?! "
"Hey, that hurts."
"It's the least you deserve."
As Keil scolded Nyos for his stupid introduction, Zark realized that he was not in danger, so he relaxed his grip on the cane, it seemed that his escape plan would not be necessary.
To avoid being excluded from the scene, Zark cleared his throat.
Holding Nyos tightly by the hair, Keil dragged him before his lord "Didn't they teach you to present yourself as an adult?"
While being dragged Nyos replied "Well yes, but it's more fun the way I do it, don't you think?"When they were close enough, Keil let go of Nyos's hair like it was trash and put on a terrifying expression that only Nyos could see "Present yourself the right way!"Unable to resist Keil's intimidation, Nyos trembled slightly as his carefree stance was changed to a totally firm one."Yeah… Well…" With a much more terrifying look from Keil, Nyos was able to loosen his tongue and speak, although more than speaking, it was a prolonged shout "I am Nyos Minska! General of the Tower of Art and custodian of the west wing of the castle!""It's nice… see you?… Nyos. I hope I'm not interrupting anything "those were Zark's words; Although he himself had not realized that, his words conveyed enough calm and kindness to calm Nyos, who was in a tense situation on the part of Keil.Although Zark's words must have shown that there was no
If Nyos was slender, thin, with little muscle (ideal for a gymnast) and dressed in light and elegant clothing; Frey was the opposite, his body constitution was massive in comparison, he was about 2.20 meters tall and although he was not visible, his body seemed to overflow with muscles. The most noticeable thing about Frey was his equipment. On his body was jet black plate armor with silver edges at the plate joints. The helmet had a vaguely tower-like appearance; It did not have vecera, there was only a cross design in the area of its face that allowed visibility to the outside, but due to the style of the helmet (and the enchantments it had) it was impossible to see any detail of the face, allowing only to see an empty black. On his neck and waving on his back, is in an outstanding crimson cape of incredible quality, without hindering Frey's movement, the cape moved with total tranquility with light and fluid movements. The shoulder pads o
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Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Other than the scorched earth, nothing else was left standing."Ohhhhh ... so that's the power of 10d6 fire damage" Zark thought.Nyos and Frey looked puzzled and couldn't help but laugh out loud in front of Zark."... Frey, prepare a new scarecrow.""Ah. Yes, I will do it immediately! "Frey advanced holding another scarecrow, and placed it next to the ashes of the previous one.Zark walked in front of the scarecrow, looked at it, and cast a new spell."[Lightning Bolt]"A new magic circle of similar design emerged for this time of a sky blue tone, Immediately after completing the spell I did not activate it, instead it kept waiting, approximately every 6 seconds another magic circle appeared in front of the previous one.He continued to wait until a total of ten magic circles emerged. Suddenly a column of lightning was released heading vertically towards its chosen target wit
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