hello readers. This will be a new project from Spec Ops The line and Kuroinu. these two franchises are not mine .. they belong to their respective owners ..
enjoy it the New project!
Chapter One: Hello New World
How long was I here?
His skin felt dry as the winds blew over his scarred face.
How long will the rescue team arrive?
The noises of the wind fed the sound of silence to the city that has no life ... Because there are no refugees who have already died of thirst for a man who wanted to be a hero.
How long will I wait?
Looking at the city filled with the burning sands, covered with a dark red color that was previously light red. The light red was cool and is the fundamental part of the human body where the engine of life pumps ... Blood
How many lives are there in Dubai? Two hundred or less?
The dark red seemed to be too dry as if it were old paint everywhere on the walls of the ruined buildings in Dubai.
How many soldiers were there?
The bodies are scattered in different parts. On the outskirts of Dubai, refugees from the deserts. at the first entrance to the city, the insurgents of the C.I.A. in abandoned shopping malls and markets, the soldiers of the 33rd battalion. The door of the sun, only refugees who were burned by the rain of fire burning beings dying with pain and suffering.
Am I the only one in Dubai?
The noises of the winds still sounded caressing over the dead streets that there was not a single soul.
Maybe i should leave town
The man got up from the glass balcony and proceeded to take one last look at the view of Dubai. "I must go through ..." The man rolls his eyes looking at the storms and takes something out of his pocket and proceeds to press the button on the tape recorder.
The Man grabs his M4 Carbine and the 10 1.5L water bottles and some ammunition that he had. The man looks at the oasis of Dubai.
The man leaves the Kurf tower that was the central control of the 33rd battalion.
The man walks without looking back past the ruins of Dubai. The man didn't want to look at both sides of him. His eyes were fixed on the outside of the city. He walks forward without turning back and does not go to other directions to the sides. Just go ahead.
Each step was visualized inside his mind remembering the things that the man did two or three months ago during the events that happened in Dubai when the day came where the Delta team tried to rescue the 33rd and the refugees.
Turns out it was a huge misunderstanding.
The Deltas taking the 33rd as dictators and tyrants making the refugees go through the suffering of the military dictatorship. Believing that the person responsible for everything was by the charismatic and sadistic colonel taking the horrible options making the man or rather captain of the Delta team make the order to launch the chemical bombardment towards the soldiers but ...
There was collateral damage ... no. rather the worst collateral damage in history that should be told as a great example where a captain did a reckless action as an act of eliminating enemy casualties without realizing that there were the refugees who were too close to the last bombardment.
The image will never be forgotten watching as if it were the horror movie and mortifying.
The bodies accumulated in a tent.
The burned clothes.
The meats burned.
Eyes rolling.
The fallen hair.
And a girl being held for the last time under the arms of her mother. Mother and daughter kneel in the middle of the bodies.
Remembering he gritted his teeth and kept walking forward without looking back. The footsteps sounded slightly fueling the silence along with the noises of the winds and shrieks of the vultures looking for some fresh meat. He think the fresh meats were apparently dried.
The vultures' eyes fixed on the last fresh meat that was still intact and it moved. He is the man who continues to arrive at the exit from Dubai.
The man runs into the two destroyed tanker trucks.
Another memory where a CIA agent had a sabotage plan to take control of Dubai.
Water. It is the fundamental of the blood of Dubai. The water kept the soldiers and refugees high chances of survival.
But in undoing the waters. It was not part of the plan, the plan of the agent who lost his mind was to dump the two cisterns on the sands of Dubai that would burn for minutes.
The chances of survival were thrown to the ground. Their only minimal chances were to create chaos and despair along with looting and disagreements with the remnants of the 33rd battalion.
The man averts his eyes from him avoiding looking at the two cisterns. Other hours later when he reaches the square and sees the tall radio tower that was destroyed long ago.
Another memory where the Deltas had another option which is to evacuate the refugees using the central radio of the Announcer who was on the side of the 33rd. He surrendered without resisting but killed in cold blood by one of his allies. And then a confrontation with the forces
special SAS from the 33rd called the Zulu Squad.
They ended up in pursuit fighting in a helicopter fleeing from the little birds of the 33rd trying to shoot it down. All were showers of bullets destroying the glass and walls of each building and also creating as if they were meteorites falling in the streets that probably the refugees or the refugees who witnessed the chase with heavy gunfire, maybe one of the Little Birds crushed one.
The man continues walking until he reaches the highway that was a few kilometers away on the outskirts of Dubai. When he stops to see that there were old tents that are still intact but with worn fabrics and there were some bodies hanging from their necks.
The man begins to growl in pain and discomfort as he reminds his sergeant that he was yelling in hatred.
"̴̢̳̼͕̯̓́̎̀̊͋͗̿͂̓Y̸̛͖̦͓̼̎̓͛̅̽̚͠ȍ̷̰̈̓͌͋̊͝u̶͙̳̱̗͖̪͋̐̎̈̓ ̶̤͍̽̍̀̓͐̍̎̚̕͝l̵̤̜̥̘̯̳̋̍̓͝͝ͅę̵̳͍͕͙̞̣̤͂̈̀̊̌̓́͜͝f̵͎̬̟͛͑̃͊͒͐̕t̷͙̬̪̮̪̰͚̅ ̸̖́̍̎͠m̵̜͕̗͊́̈́̆̋͐̀̌̒͠e̸̢͚̺̠̲͖͙̽͛̒̌̐͛̑̈́͊͜!̷͖̏̐̈́̈̂͊̕"̶̥͛̀̀̂͋̐̾͗̚ ̴̢̖̬̝̞̪̭̊͌̏̆̀̉̾͠͝͠ͅŸ̶̨̛̬́͐͊̒̎̒̑͝͠ȩ̷̝͚̤͍̑̑́̐̑̕͠͝l̸̠̠̂̊͗̅l̵͔͎̗̯̪͎̥̖͊͌̔̆̓s̶͇̪̜̗̲̗͙͛̉́̿̈́̕͜ͅͅ ̴̪͎̬̳̻͈͆̈͐͋͝͝ͅt̶̺̼̤͓̙̮̺̯̻̽̏̓̑̒̑̓̄͒̚ḫ̸̡̧̄̈̅̐͆̉͠ë̶̳̘̰̠̜̳̮̺̯̭́ ̵̡̛͖̙̗̼́͋̾̒̂́S̴͕̼̞͔̱̱̼̏́́̆͆́͊͒̋͗ḙ̶̦͓͎̃̍̇̈́̽̃̑r̴͙͔̣͊͒̏͒̈́͘g̴̨̢̢͎͕̘̹͓̣̊͂̈́̏̓̾̊̓̕e̶̜̟̣̿̒͂̄̈́̄͝a̸͕͖͍͛͗̿͆̂́͑͊͝n̷̹͙̳͓̻̲̊̇͗̑t̴̨̛͖̣̲̲͍̠̟͕̂̍̎̌͘.̵̹͊͋ ̷̞̤̇̈́͒͊̓͌̇̓͛͝ͅ"̶̢̰͉͈̥̠̯͋̍͑̿̔̿̕͜͝Y̴̡̨̪͖̫̯̖̪̖͒͂͒̈́̾̕͜͝O̵̞͓̰̣̲̰͛̿̒̑̕̕͠Ǔ̶̧͎̠̲͖͉̖̙͜ͅ ̴̨̢͓̈́̃̇͑̐͝͠A̵͔͍̦̠̔̍̇͌̀̃R̴̡̫̥͎̽̊̒̂Ḝ̴͉̮̮̎̌̿͝ ̸͖̻̝͍͕̇̑N̴̰̻̣̓̈̄̂̉̓̕͝Ǫ̸̯̙̼̞̜̙̖̘̙̋͂͘T̷̛̘̳̩͖̞̯̩͓͆͒̓̉ ̴̺͕̟̣̄͆̏͘A̴̡͖̱͎͚̮̤̭̐ ̴̘͈̱̜̄̇͗̑͝Ḧ̸̢̹̲͍̥͓̺̖̹́̿̓̓͜E̵̡̩̩̞̯͛̿͆̏͆͆̋͛R̷̢̪̪̹͉͖̗̦̿̐ͅO̵̺̘͗͗̇̄͜͝͝.̶̦̯͇͎̪̙̓͑̒͐̌̀̔͝ ̵͖̫̞̄͆̄̂͜͝Y̵̻̘̺̪̍̏̈́͑͜O̴͍̪̣͕͍͇͚̎̎̊͗͜Ų̵̛͔̱̠͖̇͌ ̷̲̖̩̫́͂̀̎̋̿́̆̈͝ͅȦ̸̡͉̬͚̭̩̒̔͘͜Ř̷͖̩͍̳̝Ȩ̵͉̰̽͑̈̇̈͂̂̌͘ͅ ̵̛̣̘̖̀̀̔͛̇͂̕͠Ă̶̖̙̅̈̆̅̈́̃͝ ̷̪͔̌̉̍̚̕V̶̛͎͓͖̞̺̟̰̲̝̀́͘͝Ị̸͉̬̝͖͈͚͈̫̘͘L̶̼̐̏̈̀̎̊Ļ̸͚̙̠͎̙̲̑͐̔͋͘͝A̷͖̯͍͕̰͂̿̏̔̈̑̈̓͝͝I̸̢̙̹̘̘͇̥̊̋N̵̲͆̏̃ ̵̨̫͙͍̤̼̖̚!̵͓͓̗͔̤̠̠̼̦̒͒̄͋̉͊̂͌͌ͅ!̸̮̰͙̞́̆̽͜͝ͅ"̵̡̻̫̦̘̈́̈́͠
The sergeant's voice echoed inside his head. The man begins to gasp rapidly swallowing the hot air that begins to dry his throat that he takes out the bottle and takes a drink from the bottle to moisten the dryness of the throat and then increases the steps of his feet trying to leave the highway.
The man finally reaches the outside of Dubai. The man looks back to see the ghost town.
The man closes his eyes for a moment and then opens to see the city again. The man turned back and proceeded to walk into the desert. The man looks at the recorder and begins to play
My name is Martín Walker. Delta Squad Captain, My team and me. we arrived in Dubai two months or three months ago, I encountered an internal battle between the desert insurgents and renegades against the 33rd battalion. There were many deaths. We were witnesses to the events. Colonel John Konrad left his post choosing the easy way out. My team and I had to intervene with the 33rd and the insurgents to end the unnecessary war. We failed it. yeah we failed, in Dubai it is already a ghost town. If you listen to my message on the tape recorder. Please do not go to Dubai, repeat do not go to Dubai. And don't look for me because I'm about to enter the sandstorm on my own. Possibly die in the sandstorm from thirst or any circumstances of any kind of death. If you are here now you better turn back. God bless us and have mercy ...
Identified as Martín Walker. Martin begins to stall the recorder on the long stick and writes a large poster in black paint.
plays the last note from Dubai. It is important. Atte: Cpt Martin Walker.
Martin sighs sadly and looks out at the desert. He put on a decisive expression and proceeded to take steps approaching the storms from afar.
4 hours later.
The sandstorms were strong. the sands were sharp that scratched across his face. Walker looks around for shelter but he can't find anything.
Martin knew that would be the end of him and decided to keep walking more to seek refuge or slow death from him.
Martin sharpens his eyes looking at a kind of cave. And it was dark, he supposed it was the shelter. He enters entering.
The wind from the storms was still listening. Martin looks inside the cave but notices that there was a light at the bottom of the cave.
When he keeps walking he reaches where light blinds him. He is in something different.
Some forests with green leaves. Martin looks around the new place and then looks again at the cave he took. He decides to go back where the cave came from. When he gets to the other end.
He looks again the sandstorms. Martin believed that he was crazy and decided not to go deep into the cave to re-enter the hallucinatory world.
4 hours later.
Martin sat for hours that he waited for the sandstorm to go away but it took quite a while. But when he looks again deep in the forest.
Martin thought if he does. It would be the end of his way and goodbye to sanity. Martin sighs in exhaustion and picks up his backpack and bag again and decides to walk deep into the cave.
Walking through the cave lasted 10 minutes and reaches the same place but it was still the forest with a sunlight.
Martin looks at the time and it was 20 at night. He takes something strange in his conscience saying that something is wrong with the clock.
Martin again looks at the forest and then looks both ways but something rang in his ears. It was familiar and quite familiar noise. Martin proceeded to follow the sound.
And when the sound source arrives and it was a river of clear water. Martin was shocked and rubbed his eyes as if he were dreaming. But he kneels down and then starts pulling out the empty canteen and fills it to the top and pulls it to his lips dry and wet. It's real water ... it's real water. Martin said mentally and somewhat shocked but his eyes pop open and began to look both ways and gets up.
He is still not confident if he is dreaming but everything he felt was real.
Martin began to approach the tree and leans sitting on the thick root and then begins to take out the radio to try to communicate some units of frequency but nothing. It only sounded walls of lack of connections with the sound that if the TV no longer has more channels and no connections.
That caused Martin to moan somewhat annoyed but when he looks at the nearby tree and then he looks at the cave.
His immediately began to mark with the combat knife and also tied a piece of his clothes to identify that it is his cave ... his cave that goes straight to Dubai.
It take about an hour to walk straight in search of a nearby city, at least thank God that he fill bottles with river water.
But before he enjoyed his moment of peace. He saw wheelbarrow trails and then looked on both sides where one is the road and on the other side could see a town.
Martin takes off another piece of cloth and ties it to a nearby tree and marks the bark of the tree with the knife. Martin doesn't want to miss out on way.
.
Martin felt hostile looks and distrust in his surroundings. They were all with hostile gazes, there were people with dark skins staring at a stranger.
Yes. The Outsider is Martin Walker. Martin still did not realize that those people with black skins who had under their hair. Pointed ears.
He did not care about the ears, he just continued on his way in search of a town hall or security guard center.
But when he arrives as a bar type and he enters looking inside that there were more people and also some beings that had an animal appearance.
"Ɋ ㄩ 乇 卄 卂 匚 乇 ㄩ 几 卄 ㄩ 爪 卂 几 ㄖ 卂 Ɋ ㄩ í?" Said a black-skinned man looking angrily at Martín. But I speak in confused language.
But the footsteps sounded where a tall green skinned being
"卄 ㄩ 爪 卂 几 ㄖ 乇 丂 爪 乇 ﾌ ㄖ 尺 Ɋ ㄩ 乇 丂 卂 ㄥ Ꮆ 卂 丂 ᗪ 乇 乇 丂 ㄒ 乇 卩 ㄩ 乇 乃 ㄥ ㄖ 丂 丨 几 ㄖ Ɋ ㄩ 丨 乇 尺 乇 丂 卩 尺 乇 尺 乇 丂 卩 尺 乇 尺 乇 丂 卩 尺 乇 乃ㄥ 乇 爪 卂 丂 匚 ㄖ 几 ㄥ ㄖ 丂 乇 ㄥ 千 ㄖ 丂 ㄚ ㄒ 卂 爪 乃 丨 é 几 ㄥ 卂 ㄥ 乇 Ꮆ 丨 or 几 ᗪ 乇 乃 乇 丂 ㄒ 丨 卂 丂. "The green-skinned being said with threatens Martín.
Martin realized that he was threatening him but he does not want violence and he does not want problems.
"Excuse me, I don't understand what you're saying ..." Martin said closing his eyes. "Could you not interrupt my way ..." The green-skinned being looks at him strangely but he started to speak.
"乇 尺 乇 丂 ᗪ 乇 乇 ㄖ 丂 ㄒ 丨 卂? 丂 丨 ㄥ ㄖ 乇 尺 乇 丂 ... 乇 几 ㄒ ㄖ 几 匚 乇 丂 ㄒ ㄩ 匚 卂 丂 ㄒ 丨 Ꮆ ㄖ 乇 丂 ㄥ 卂 爪 ㄩ 乇 尺ㄒ 乇 ... "The tall green skinned man took out a club where he caused Martín to immediately take something out where the whole town heard a roar.
BANG !!!!!
The green-skinned being stood still and looked where his club had a hole that recently blew out white smoke.
Martin had armed desert eagle And then pointing around. "Don't move ... and don't bother me ..." Martin said in hostile towards the strangers. "Well ... I'll go ... but don't follow me ..." Martin leaves the bar.
Two hours later.
Martin was in his cave in Dubai and he ate his military ration but he entered it and saw the sky that is still blue. It was hours before the sun will go down.
The Dubai soldier looks at the forest again where the noises were coming from something. Martin calmly walks into the cave and grabs his silenced carbine and begins to aim where they were coming from. But there was animal noise that wailed in pain.
A few gentle steps he walks where there was a Gray Wolf that was wounded in the abdomen because of the arrow and falls on his side. Martin begins to look at the wild animal but he saw that this animal he was suffering.
He wanted to take away the suffering but looking into the eyes of the animal that said something. Martin began to feel some empathy for the dying animal. He sighs annoyed and he takes the trouble to pull out the stagnant arrow and looks at the wound. Luckily the arrow did not reach the vital part of his body.
Martin bandages it covering the bleeding and leaves it lying to take the time to leave.
Martin sits on the ground and yawns wearily and then leans back against the tree and closes his eyes.
It is the first time that a human heals a deity of the savages
This human is different and has a rancid soul that emanates within him.
That human saved my life. He deserves blessed ...
Sure? ... if you gives him blessing ... it could cause that change ..
... human I will give you a reward ... the reward that will help you during your journey ... the survival system ...
In the dark something lights up a painting.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕕'𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘.
𝕎𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕣. 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
Martin snaps his eyes open and looks up at the darkened sky.
Martin curses that it is already dark and thank goodness he had a flashlight. And when he turns it on he illuminates the forest little.
Martin sighs somewhat relieved then his nose perceived something that he wrinkles his nose. "What is that smell?"
BZZZT !!
BZZEET !!
The radio emitted a strong frequency causing Martin to turn off the radio but he felt that something was wrong.
FIZZZ !!!!
The watertight arrow in the tree. Martin illuminates where there was a man with a bow and begins to shoot another arrow but Martin unsheathes his Desert Eagle.
BLAM !!!!
"Ahhh!" He yells getting shot. Martin's head began to feel some headache and a window appears in front of him.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕝
"What?" Martin said, reading confused. But his nose picks up more smells. "What is that ... Smells ..." Martín covers his nose. Martin looks at the flashlight on and turns it off.
"! 卂 ᗪó 几 ᗪ 乇 丂 乇 千 ㄩ 乇 ㄥ 卂 ㄥ ㄩ 乙 爪 á Ꮆ 丨 匚 卂. 乇 丂 ㄒ 乇 卄 ㄩ 爪 卂 几 ㄖ 卄 卂 ᗪ 乇 丂 卂 卩 卂 尺 乇 匚 丨 ᗪ ㄖ ... ! "A male voice yelled.
Martin tried to sharpen his ears and they heard footsteps far and near. Martin recently takes out his combat knife.
"Smell ... since when have I been an animal ..." Martín thought, talking to himself. "If that smell is where it detects ... and it's floating letters ... I guess I'm totally crazy and lost ..."
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥.
"Is it me ... or my hallucination is talking to me ..." Martin speaks mentally.
𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℍ𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣
"I'm crazy ... well ... if it's a dream ... the smell gives it away ..." Martin said, sneaking up on him.
Martin was guided by the smells but those smells were different ... there is a horrible smell and some smells that are similar to the one that Martin killed the goalkeeper.
Martin closes his eyes where the fragrance of the scents were black and green. There were 10 black smells and one green smell.
Martin already knew where they were.
A dark elf had the oil lamp. "Look for the human ... that human must not be wandering in this forest ..." Said the dark elf looking around.
But a quick movement felt forced back and his eyes snapped open as he felt a cut on his neck that caused a silent death.
The dying elf looks at the human with the knife.
"Who are you?" Said the elf.
Ḭ̷̊ ̷̡̠͕͈̠̦̞͑͒̎̾g̴̛̰̲̑̓̋͘̕͝ā̴͚̺̱̙̞͓̎̄̅͝v̶̨̤͚͖̾̍͆͌̓̈̏̒͠ȩ̷̛̝͙͖͑̽̏̈́̔̕̚ ̴̖̘̘̑̽̽̓̅̐̓̚̚t̴͖̫̓̓̑͑h̴̡͕͙̎̑͂́̑e̶͓̎͘ḿ̸̛͙̹͙͉͑̿͂̎̽͌͝ ̵̢̦̦̤̤̻̥̅̇ț̶͈̝̫͉͐͋̓̐͂͂̚h̸̡͙̩̪͉͝͠è̶̹ ̸̯̻̓͂̎̑̈͐̾͊̄ȯ̶̤͎̊̽̆͘p̷̨̡̖̒͗̋̊͆͛̅͋͘͠t̴͔̟͍̺̰̦̻̽̊ỉ̵͎͗̿̀̌͛̅̀o̴͎͊̒̏͌̅́͑̈n̷̡̡̢̩̱̤̞͉̭͍̍̉͋̽͆̉̈́̈́̽̕ ̶̨͍̏͠ň̸̦͙̮̣͎̼͕̫͔̐͆̂̚͝ŏ̸͉̝̺̬̙͔̲͕̲̍͋̓́̔̽t̴̩̞̲̰͈̗̏̊̚ ̵̡͉͈̹̾̅͂̔̿͘̚͜ṱ̷͈͍͔̦̼̰̫̥͍̒ơ̷̡͇̺̙̱͚͕̗̼͔̋̈́͛̈́̈̅̂͝ ̵̨̢̗̹̖͍̂̍f̴̳̱̼̦͙͒͠ǫ̸͉͍͔̗̮̩̖̰̙̽͗̉̚ľ̶̛̗̝̫͓͋̃̎̆͝l̶͖̈́̂̈́̌͂͊̉́̈͝ö̷̡̢͕͓͍̱͉̻̣̣́͋̈́͐͘͠ẉ̸̠̱̝̣͆̓͒ͅ ̴̛̱̩͉͉͗̄̄̑̑͌̊y̵̨̱͈͖̘͚̔̽ơ̷͖͈̫̝͛̑ų̸͈̼̹̱̈́̏͆̍͜͠͝.̷̢̝̘̱͇̼͉́́͘ ̶̙̥̜͕͔͔̠̂͆̆́́́b̶̡̼̖̗͉̪̩͉̥̣̋̊̈͑u̴̗̯̖̬̝̿̀̂̎̒̀͜͝͝t̶̡̤͍̰͉̩̪̫͛̾̿̀̽̋͆ ̸̡̬̩̱̝͖̿͛͒̓̓͝y̷̳̼̗̝͔̻͊͂̍́̒̚͜ô̶̝̤̅͋͊́́͆̓͌ų̷͓̮͚̥̪͚͓͑̓͊ ̷̡̬̀͊͌̓̔̀̉͜d̶̡͈̰̬̤̬͌͝ͅo̴̥̠̳̮̜̰͕͑̓́͂͒͌̆͐͝ņ̵̢͖͕̖͉̲̼̹̱̒̂̉̃͋̾̒̚̕'̵̡͒͐̒̈́͊̾͘ṱ̸͂̔̃̈́ ̷̹̗̼͖͂͛̃͒̊͝͠l̵̛̮̠̗̗̟̀̈̒͜͜ȩ̷̼͍͉̤̞̅̔̍̑͒͝ã̷̛̙̘̼̯̼̹̝͉͉͆̐̒̃͘͜͝v̴̮̪̬̪̭͙͈͐́̎̆̐͛̈́̂͜ȩ̴̛̼̰̬͉̻͚̩̙̘͝ ̸̢̮̯̥̖̫̼̈́͌̎̋̒̋̆͘̕̚m̵̼̰̯͘ȅ̴̢̞͙̤̰͋͝ ̴̢̞̳͗͗̌̐͌̔̿͆a̷͙̠̝͖͐̈́̂͒̕̕͠n̸͙̰̋́́́ ̵͔̲͌̅͐à̸̩͈͚̼͓͐̀̔̓̇l̵̦̭͍͚͑̉͌̄t̷̹̬͚͕̺̞͎̑ẻ̶̮̩̹͇͕̭̻̪ṟ̴̨̮̃̌̾ṋ̵̡͒̂̍̀a̵̙͉̝͋̊̐́͒̕t̷̢͙̮̭͇̀į̷̻͍̳̫͎͖͙̦̂̓̉̕v̴̡̜͖̹̲̠̪̲̯̻̓̒̂̽̂̇̈́̓̆e̶̢̜̣̺͔͎̐͒̂͛̓̚
Elfo was confused and his life is lost.
Martín killed the second smell and then looked at the oil lamp and extinguished it with a sigh.
The ogre was seated and had his ax at the ready. "This human is going to pay dearly to destroy my club ..." The ogre said and waited for the dark elves to bring the alien human.
But when he looked in the woods there were 8 lamp illuminations but each one went out. The ogre could not notice any illumination since he lost seconds ago.
So the ogre decided to enter the forest and go to the last location of the light. When he arrived he saw bloods on the ground and then he looked at there was a dark elf with a cut neck.
The ogre assumed it was the human and caused him to go on alert but ...
DING
DING
DING
The ogre looks at the tree where a cylindrical thing that constantly blinked until.
KABOOOM !!!!!
Martin approaches the explosion and finds the green-skinned being totally shattered.
Headache comes again and some kinds of windows appeared.
𝟙𝟙 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝟙 𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖.𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖: 𝟚𝟝𝟘 𝕏ℙ
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥. 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕤.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡.
𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝔹𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝟙𝟘% 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕓𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕.
"..." Martin was too confused. But he heard the noise of someone behind. Martin turns furtively, pulling out his Desert Eagle, pointing at the big green man who was still alive.
Martin felt something about him. As if he felt an attraction in his head. Martin stares at the green-skinned being.
Martin saw him green skinned. Now that he sees it clearly ... it is an ogre ... Martin's hand descends it on the ogre's forehead.
𝕆𝕘𝕣𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖: 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝.
𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔼𝕝𝕗 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖: ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝
𝔼𝕠𝕤 ℍ𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖: ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤!
"Ahhhrg my head!" Yells Martin groaning in pain.
"... You ... you ..."
Martin opens his eyes looking at the ogre that was injured. "Can you talk?" Martin groans in pain.
"You're ... one of the ... ah ... ahhh ..." The ogre is left lifeless.
Martin looks at the ogre who recently died. "..."
Martin gathers the corpses and the only thing he gets is only coins and also daggers and swords.
𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕣?
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕖𝕟𝕧𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.
"Don't talk to me that makes my head ache ..." Martín was fed up with these windows giving comments and sitting on the ground and then looking at the dead bodies. "... Why did you follow me ... and why are you helping me with these blessings ..."
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤.
"Look ... I don't want to be here ... so I go back to the cave and ..." Martin was going to get up.
𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪?
Martin stands still reading this.
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