Role

Chapter 9

Do you kill magicians out of childish hatred? Dahliana asked, already being a Drillmistress.
- You killed a magician three times in a day. You need to grow up.
- Well, I brought three more skulls, said Hrendya, - I did not think that everything is so difficult.
Dahliana was picking on him again.
- You should read books about mages and battleragers and find the link.
He had a dream. Two armies of magicians fought a hard fight. Lightning, fire, blood everywhere.
Suddenly, a squad led by dwarf appears on the left, cuts into the magicians and starts killing everyone.
In a few days, these warriors will be betrayed by those who created them.
Betrayal is so familiar. Traitors are not loved anywhere.
Betrayal is not in every magician, it is in the very essence of magic.
Magicians play with the lives of others for fun. Isn't that a reason to destroy them?
Hrendya waked up, his thirst for revenge has now taken shape and become philosophical.
The sun was rising over the village. He went for a walk along the huts where warriors like him were
waking up. Everyone had a reason to kill magicians, Hrendya smiled.
- More skulls! - he yelled. - Yeah, more skulls! - were heard everywhere.