Saving private Alexstrasza (p1)

Krasus' challenge was expected. He lifted me out of bed in the morning. The sun had just begun to rise when I was about to set off to meet the archmage. Quickly putting on my clothes and grabbing a staff, I teleported to the artifact's coordinates.

The archmage stood on a small ledge and looked into the distance. His robes evolved slightly from the cold wind that blew right into his face. The figure looked very impressive and rather pretentious. I'm impressed with all of this, honestly.

"Alistar," the magician turned to me without turning. "The information you provided to the Council has been confirmed."

"I'm glad," I nodded to him, expecting what he would say next.

"After checking Grim Batol, I found out that there really is a nest of orcs and dragons," he said, still looking ahead. "This is where they send their dragonriders on missions to support the Horde."

I said nothing, as I did not know what to say.

"You see, Alistar," he said. "I would like to ask you to help me free the Dragon Queen, Alexstrasza."

"That is, to carry out sabotage activities in the very depths of the territories of the Horde, to capture the fortress and free the dragons?" I asked him. "Sounds very dangerous."

Okay, not even that ... everything looks very, very dangerous. I will put myself at great risk, and if I make any mistake, the task will be on the verge of failure. If the orcs reveal me, I would have to run very, very quickly.

"It will be very dangerous, I know," Krasus nodded and turned to me. "The war with the Horde is in full swing right now, and if we do that, we can break the back of their main strike force."

"I understand that," I nodded, then added. "But do I have to do it myself? Can I create a team to help me with this task? "

"The Alliance forces will be a distraction as they begin to overtake the Horde," Krasus said. "There should be a collision from day today. It is expected to be very bloody. This will be a great moment for you to complete your assignment. And yes, you will have to go there alone."

"Hmm," I said. "What do I get from this?"

Just going there without any benefits would be foolish. Too much is at stake—for example, my life. Put me in danger without getting something from that is not the best way to live.

"I can offer you my apprenticeship," said the archmage, then added. "Or access to the most complete library with information that has been collected since the Ancient Wars."

Hmm, sounds very interesting. Becoming a student of one of the oldest and, at the same time, the most powerful archmages sounds very interesting. But also I would like to access such a library if it really exists. Although, if it were not for it, Krasus would not have put it as a price for completing the assignment. Should I agree to this or not? I'm definitely not ready for this assignment.

"On the whole, I could agree," I nodded to him, but then added. "But I don't have any skills to perform such a task."

Even though I am sure that Krasus did not believe me, he just nodded.

"You don't have to worry about that," Krasus said after a moment of thinking. "I will give you the best artifacts that will completely hide you from any attention. Besides, I will be ready to take you out from there in any situation."

"This sounds more interesting," I said to him, nodding to my thoughts. If he is ready to pull me out at any moment, then I can agree to this assignment. But this still does not mean that I am completely ready for it and will not retreat even at the slightest danger. The price for such a deal is very, very good, and I tend to agree.

"So, do you agree?" he asked me.

"Why me?" I asked the last question that interested me. "Why did you decide to ask me, and not some other magician who is stronger and more experienced than me?"

"We don't have that many free mages who could go on such a mission," Krasus said. "Besides that, I must keep most of this business secret from others."

"Strange, but why?" asked him. "Or do you fear that someone might find out about this plan?"

"Yes. I have such fears."

"Okay," I nodded to the mage. "In general, I agree to go and do this mission. What about the price ... I'll tell you later."

"Excellent," the mage nodded. "Then tomorrow morning, I'll give you the artifacts, as well as a set of potions. See you here in the morning."

It looks like he does not worry about the price because this mission is too important for him.

"Okay," I nodded my head to him.

After that, he teleported somewhere. I remained standing and climbed to the place where the magician himself had stood before. And from there, a gorgeous view of the environment opens—an endless meadow of herbs. Looking more carefully, it be can see the scorched earth that the dragons left behind with their flames.

Here and again, I will find myself at the forefront of the attack ... Not even so ... I will be even deeper than the cutting edge. For me, I will need to work where the feet of the Alliance troops have not yet stepped. It will be difficult, I'm sure, but I can't do anything about it. I've already agreed to it. Exhaling, I turned and took a few steps. The next second, a short creature appeared in front of me.

It was ugly. Long ears that hung down to the ground, deep-set dark brown eyes. The green skin with wrinkles and warts made this creature somewhat unpleasant to look at. His little body was hunched over. Looking closely, I noticed blood on his body. I wonder what the goblin is doing here and how it happened that he was injured. I'm just as worried about how it happened. that no one had seen him before. As if it came out of nowhere.

Turning away, I was about to bypass him. He causes suspicion in me, and it is better to just remain indifferent and not help, as this help may result in something more unpleasant. These are goblins. His injury may be fake, so it's best to be careful with him.

"Magician, help," the goblin said in a hoarse voice. "Old Luigi will not be in debt."

"And how did you get here?" I asked him without approaching. "And how can I be sure that you are not just a trick. And as soon as I approach you, you will immediately slap me with some kind of curse."

"No," he hissed and coughed. The blood gurgled. He spat blood aside and wheezed. "Please ... help ..."

If I help him, what benefit will I get from it? Could it also be that he is really seriously injured, and I can believe his words for help in return? I need to be careful with him. I will help him, and then I will observe the actions. If he thinks that he can kill me so easily, then he is deeply mistaken.

Exhaling and preparing to defend myself. Gripping my staff, I prodded the goblin with it. He was still breathing, but very abruptly and not carefully. His words can be real and true. I hope I get some kind of reward after that. So, I'll help him.

A healing spell erupted on the goblin's body. The magic began to work very quickly. The wounds that were on the body, as well as strange burns, slowly faded away, being replaced by healed skin. His breathing evened out and, in a few seconds, became deep and even. When the cure was over, I took a few steps back and threw a few stones at the goblin. He abruptly opened his eyes and grabbed his chest, touching it. Then he looked at his hands, which were stained with blood.

"You could have washed me, magician!" He screamed and muttered something to himself.

A tambourine appeared in his hand, and he tapped it. Two sounds and I felt it, how a light magical wave passed from him. For a second, he froze in space and then disappeared. A light wave swept across the ground, and a small pool-shaped hole appeared in front of the goblin. Four more beats in an intricate rhythm and water filled this pool.

This is shamanism. I learned it a little while studying, but I never got a chance to start practicing in this direction. And so, here I met the first practitioner of this direction. Very interesting. By the way, he uses this magic, I can say that his level is very high, and he is a very experienced shaman. An inconvenient opponent if we come together in a fight. He did not seem to be preparing for battle as he put his tambourine aside and went down into the water to wash off the blood from himself. The water rose up in steam as if someone had warmed it up. The goblin exhaled and stuck out his rough tongue—what a strange creature.

"Ooh," he breathed in pleasure. "How good it is to soak in hot water ... It feels like in good old times."

"Ahem," I chuckled at that but didn't say anything.

"Now, some fish would be a good addition," said the goblin. "You should know how good the naga meat is… And if you cook it with a side dish, um, it turns out delicious."

"Do you like seafood?" I asked him. "And that they can think and talk is not a problem?"

"Well ... they're delicious," the goblin replied. "And other things do not bother me. What's your name, magician?

"Alistar," I answered calmly. "How did it happen that you ended up here?"

"Moving," the goblin replied, leaving his pool. "I faced in a fight with some incomprehensible corpses."

"Corpses?" I asked him.

"Such, walking and howling," he said calmly, putting on his mute torn clothes. "Dead corpses."

"Hmm," I drawled. I wonder how big a threat this is to us. I didn't want the other dead to start rising because I don't even know where the threat might come from. Well, well, you will need to ask about this later. "I see."

"I'm ready to bargain," said the goblin, nodding his head. The small pool he had created before disappeared after a slight tremor.

I don't understand this goblin. He looks kind of normal, but as soon as he opens his mouth, anyone can understand that his logic is somewhat different from ordinary human logic. However, all this fits into the characteristics of shamans. In my books, they were called 'alternatively gifted,' especially strong shamans. This does not mean that they are stupid ... no. It's just that their thinking is somewhat different since they must work with spirits. No one would say that they are ready to bargain if they don't have a good relationship.

"Hmm," I nodded to him and called for a chair. It appeared easily.

The goblin looked at this with interest and closed one eye, and then just nodded his head. The goblin hit the tambourine twice, and a chair made of stone appeared. Some kind of armrests with shiny inserts appeared on it.

"So, what are you thinking about?" The goblin asked me. "What would you like to be the price for saving my life?"

"What would you take if you were me?" I asked him, slightly leaning towards him.

"Me?" He asked, then grinned. "I would take this goblin into slavery and use it to the fullest. But do not think that I will give myself to you as a slave. You do not have boobs big enough to become my master."

I closed my eyes, reminding me that he is a goblin.

"And what would you take then?" I asked him calmly.

"Spells," the goblin answered immediately. "Knowledge in general ..."

Here I can agree with the goblin. Knowledge is the most important thing a magician has, after his magical power. In general, these two factors make a magician a magician. Without them, he is a simple person who is no different from the same peasant or merchant. I'm letting the goblin lead the entire conversation for now, as I'm wondering where it will lead. Even if I don't get anything good from this, I don't think my help will make this world worse. After all, I'm not a monster to deny other creatures a chance for life. It's such a funny feeling when it depends only on you whether this or that person will survive or not. But this should not be abused, as it may turn out to be false. In this case, any reasonable person will face a heavy fall and then death.

"Let's say I need new spells," I said, but then the goblin interrupted me with his laugh.

"Magician, I know. You always need new spells."

I nodded my head in agreement with him. Even though I can create elemental spells at will, but that does not mean that I will give up a chance to get a spell. That is even more true if the spell is new to me. Even though I already have considerable knowledge of magic, this is still not enough for me. There are always topics that can make me a better magician.

"Let's say you are correct," said to him, "Then what spell can you give me, goblin? You're a shaman."

"Just because I'm a shaman doesn't mean I don't know interesting spells," the goblin laughed with a cry. "So, I do not bla-bla here."

"Hmm," all I had to do was exhale. Closing my eyes, I prepared myself because I would have to continue to communicate with him. Goblins are well known for their strange dialects, as well as the vocabulary they love to use. Not knowing that they are like this, then some conversation moments would be too heavy for me to understand. "Then, let's go ahead with a spell as a reward."

"Excellent solution," the goblin said. "I have something that will definitely suit you."

"Oh," I nodded, continuing to stare at the goblin.

"Luigi has the spell you need," he said, and then a small scroll appeared in his hand. He tossed it several times and then threw it to me. Catching the scroll was very easy, especially if you use magic to do it. "Well caught."

Nodding my head to him, I unrolled the scroll with my magic. I did not touch the scroll with my hands because goblin could have some ill intentions. The scroll itself could be with a curse or poison. Safety is very important when working with magic. Inside the scroll was a description of a spell that I immediately wanted to learn.

There was a spell called Black Hunger. These are spells of the highest level, and they are aimed at killing your 'friendly' neighbor. It takes the form of black tentacles that can reach its target wherever it is. The only limitation for this spell was that the target was within sight when the spell was cast. But that's so ... a little problem. Besides, this scroll contained a spell that would reflect this attack.

"Excellent spell," I nodded to the goblin, rolling up the scroll. "Now, we are even."

"Excellent," the goblin jumped. The chair made of stone is gone. A small piece of paper appeared in his hand, which he threw to me. It flew evenly through the air and landed exactly on the arm. "And this is a way to contact me. You can buy a lot of things from old Luigi ... I'll even give a discount for a friend."

"Thank you," I nodded to him, still not touching the paper. It hovered over my palm at a distance of several millimeters. I have nothing else to do but put a suspicious piece of paper in my palm.

"Chao," the goblin nodded, and then I saw him dissolve into space, scattering into myriads of lights. He uses an interesting way of teleportation. I'm sure everything here is tied to very close work with spirits.

In general, this meeting was very chaotic, and I am sure that the goblin did not tell me even half of all the necessary and interesting information. And the questions that I had could delay our conversation for several days. The spell I received as payment for my rescue is very useful, and at the same time, quite scary for the enemy. I do not think that many will be able to defend themselves against it. The ultimate weapon, if I may say so.

Once again, looking around in the hope of finding something else, I teleported to the Capital of Lordaeron. I need to prepare for the hike and also warn others. I told everyone else that I had urgent magical matters to solve. King Terenas only nodded at me and did not even try to keep me in the city or castle. I am a free person. Wherever I want, I go there. Moreover, I have magic that allows me to remain a free person.

Many items were tagged for teleportation, and I vigorously memorized them all so that I knew what to use at one time or another. The system was simple. For items of the same type, there was one mark. For other subjects, others.

The next morning I was already waiting for Krasus at the place where we agreed to meet. The magician arrived with a large box. Looking at him with interest, I did not recognize anything special in this box. I would have passed by this and did not even pay attention. But when he opened it, I immediately felt just a desire to grab everything for myself and shout, "My precious."

Krasus handed me a robe.

"This is the mantle that will allow you to disguise yourself in danger," he said. "It is activated by a mental signal: 'Disguise.'"

"Does it have any restrictions?" I asked the magician.

"Yes," he replied. "If you use the mantle in the shade, then the disguise will be much better, as well as less energy-intensive. The greatest energy costs will be only when there is a multi-colored background behind your back."

"Not bad," I nodded, pulling my robes over myself. It sits comfortably and does not squeeze anything. "What other functions does this robe have. I feel well that they are there ... but I cannot define them."

"Temperature regulation, protection from rain and fire," the magician began to list. "It can also transform into the tent."

Wow, that is an amazing artifact. I wonder what its market value is. I don't think it is less than gold, as for such an artifact as this mantle, it was necessary to work very hard and carefully.

"Here are potions," Krasus said, pointing to a small bag containing various vials. Three blue, three red, one green, and one white. The blue ones are mana restoration potions; the red ones are the regeneration potions. A green potion is a universal antidote. A white potion is a battle potion that allows anyone to create a local branch of hell. It is almost impossible to get such a potion since the production and distribution are very tightly controlled. Also, the creation of this potion requires specific ingredients, skills, and a lot of time.

"Wow," I expressed my emotions. "This is really good preparation."

"That's not all," Krasus said. Then he pulled out a few artifacts from this chest that would definitely be useful to me. Some were known to me, and some were not. "These are artifacts: defensive, supporting, and attacking. Determine what which artifact does. I hope you can do that."

"I can," I answered him. Indeed, all these artifacts were known to me. And suppose they have not met me before. In that case, the functionality can be determined by the runic chain that runs along each artifact's edges.

"Fine," Krasus said, then pulled out a small purse. "There are ten gold coins. Use them wisely, but I don't think you will need them."

After I weighed the coins, I tossed them several times in the air and then nodded my head. It would be better if there were silver ones because they are much easier to use than gold ones if I have to. Gold ones will arouse suspicion, and as I understand it, he doesn't need it. But I will not return the money, perhaps I will still need to use them.

"That's it for now," Krasus said. "My advice to you is to go on foot, not by teleportation."

"Why?" I asked him. I think I know the reason but would love to hear it from him.

"Teleportation will raise a lot of suspicions," Krasus said. "There must be good troll sorcerers, as well as some other opponents."

"This is unpleasant," I nodded to him. "Well, at least I can teleport to the nearest port."

"Of course," Krasus agreed with me. "I won't delay you for a long time. You know the map, so I can only wish you luck."

"Thanks," he nodded.

"Oh, yes," Krasus decided to add something. "When you free her, you can join the Alliance army. I will give special orders to the magicians. A small group of three magicians will be subordinate to you. You will receive more detailed information after the release of Alexstrasza."

"Okay," I nodded to him. It seems that he tried to think through everything to the smallest particles. Let's see how well he did it in the future. Yes, why should I worry about that? I now have a critical job, from which I cannot be distracted, as this can lead to some problems.

Exhaling, I looked at the ground again and then teleported towards a small port city called Tarren's Mill. As soon as I appeared in the city, a lot of attention was immediately paid to me. Some knights began to approach quickly. I felt that they were not very well attuned to me. I wonder why?

"Sorcerer, stand!" the captain of these soldiers said in a loud voice. I stopped looking at him and the people who obeyed him with interest. Nothing was interesting about them. Only armor, swords, and gray cloaks that were attached to a metal collar.

"Why are you here?" He asked me. I clearly felt in his voice some distrust, as well as undisguised contempt. To be honest, this is the first time I come across such an attitude towards myself from an ordinary person who does not own magic. In his place, I would not be so easy to bullshit on the magician, knowing nothing about him. Very interesting.

"I have a task," I told him. "I need a ship that can land on the banks of Kaz Modan."

"What an idiocy," said the captain and laughed. "No one will take you there, you hear, magician. No one!"

What I do not understand now is why he got so mad at me right away. Where did this dislike for me come from?

"And if I pay in gold?" I asked him, mentally thanking Krasus, that he gave me gold coins. "Then, the locals won't want to transport me there either?"

"We don't like sorcerers, so no matter how much gold you offer, no one will help you," he said with an undisguised sneer. "As a paladin of the Order of the Silver Hand, I support them in this."

"Even so," I breathed out to him. "And you think your commander Uther would have supported you?"

"What do you think you are sorcerer?" The paladin asked, placing his hand on his blade. His subordinates also prepared for battle. "Or maybe I can cut your head off. Then one less ugly creature will walk on the ground. "

"Why such hatred for me?" I asked him, preparing for the fight. Whoever told me earlier that I would be preparing for a battle with the paladin, I would have laughed at him. But now, I am not at all laughing.

"Because it is you, sorcerers, who are to blame for these creatures appearing in our world," said the paladin. "Dragons and all other magical creatures must die, burn up in the cleansing flame of the Holy Light."

Yes, he is a fanatic that I never expected to meet now. No, I will not say that he did not hit the mark with his words. Mages can be blamed for causing this. But this accusation is so sucked out of the finger that I want to spit. Besides, I need to remember it and take note of this entire order. Since if one such fanatic appears, then a second should appear, and then a third. In the future, if nothing is done now, this can become a big problem. There was still a lack of war on religious grounds.

"Take it easy on the bends," I told him. "I only need a ship and people who are ready to take me to the coast of Kaz Modan. I have no special time and desire to argue with you now."

"Well, I have," he said, pulling out his blade a little so that the blade shone in the sun.

"What's your name, paladin?" I asked him, exhaling air from my lungs.

"My name should not interest you, sorcerer," he said. "But I want to see you in the dungeons of our warm prison. You will answer for all crimes, just like all of your kind. Shackle him!"

The other paladins began to slowly approach me, wanting to grab and twist my arms. And what should I do now? With a wave of my hand, I immobilized these paladins and made them hover in the air. I have no desire to kill them, as this may cause even greater problems in the future. When I return, I will need to report this incident to the Kirin Tor Council. They will definitely be interested in this.

People tried not to look me in the eye. They hid them, looking down or somewhere in the other direction. Only my back caught these dagger glances, forcing me to be very careful and attentive. My nerves weren't at their limit, but I didn't feel very calm.

Several small boats on the dock could sail to Kaz Modan, but whether they wanted to. All attention was immediately focused on me as if I were a clown for them. Having calmed down, I went to the first ship.

"Hey, on the ship," I said loudly. "I need to speak to the captain of this ship. "

"What do you want there?" An imposing man with a large mustache came out. His head was covered with a strange hat with golden stripes and a feather of a bird I had never seen. He was dressed in a blue-green camisole, along with large frills, to which artifacts could be attached.

"Are you the captain?" I asked him.

"Well, yes," the man replied and adjusted his hat. "So, what do you want?"

"I need to get to the coast of Kaz Modan," I told him.

"No," the man nodded. "I'm not a fool to go there."

"I'm paying two gold coins," I decided to go for a trump. "Two more after arrival."

"Why didn't you immediately say that it was so urgent," the captain of the ship changed his mind. Somehow too fast. I hope he's not going to try to dump me after that. It would be a rather stupid decision on his part. "We'll take you with the breeze."

"And you are not afraid that the paladins later will not be very happy with this?" asked him.

"What will they do to us ?" He waved his hand. "All they can do is a stink of words. And they are not capable of anything else."

"It seemed to me differently," I said to him.

"Well, come on, climb the ladder to the ship," the captain nodded at a small wooden board that connected the ship and the pier. Rare sailors walked along, showing some interest in our conversation. Especially a lot of free ears became turned to us when I started talking about big money. Two gold pieces is a lot of money for such a voyage. And four is even more. Even if it's dangerous, you can risk it for the money.

Nodding my head to him, I quickly ran up the ladder. We can say that I am lucky that these sailors will be able to throw me up. Let's hope the money doesn't put them on the piracy path. After all, then I will have to be stricter with them and not pay cash at the very end. In general, you need to be careful and watch what they do and how to not miss the danger signals.

"So, lazy people, loafers, and murderers!" The captain shouted loudly. "Get to work, scapegoats."

The sailors began to run quickly. I went up to the captain and shook his hand. His handshake was firm. Stronger than anyone I knew. In general, he is an interesting person. After that, I gave him two gold coins, which I fished out using my own production spells. The captain looked at this with interest, but then quickly put the money in his pocket.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, sir ... "

"Mister Magician," I answered him, not deciding to give my real name." You can refer to me like this."

"Okay," he nodded, then added. "If you want, then keep your secrets to yourself. Follow me. I'll show you your cabin."

We quickly went downstairs, and the captain led me into a small cabin, which looked more like a cell. But for me, even this was a very good place for a short rest. I can always call on a mattress with bedspreads and then get a good night's sleep.

The ship sailed slowly forward, gently swaying on the waves. After a short meditation in the cabin, I went upstairs. The sailors continued to work, but not as active as when we left that small port. They worked very well, which indicated that they worked for a long time and knew each other as if they were flaky. No one was particularly in a hurry to talk to me, but everyone looked with undisguised interest.

Having risen to the captain, I began to look around. It was interesting how he communicates with his subordinates, what he pays attention to and how he walks. This is an interesting experience that may be useful to me in the future.

"Magician, can you blow a breeze?" He asked me, continuing to hold on to the steering wheel.

"Yes, I can," I told him, casting a spell. If it will speed up our movement, then why not. The faster I complete my task, the faster I will be free. Although, on the other hand, there is absolutely no need to rush in this work. It can end very, very dangerous.

"Catch the wind, sons of the sea devil," he ordered with a loud shout. "Yuda, watch out for Melky. Otherwise, he is so thin that he can easily be carried into the water."

"Yes, captain," nodded a sailor named Yuda. And he quickly went to that Melky one, who was really small in stature and in age. I don't think he's over fifteen years old.

It was very interesting to watch the work of the sailors. Their movements were well-coordinated, their cursing was verified and even beautiful to some extent. I wonder how I look from the outside when I participate in a magical duel or in battle. Of course, victory is important at the very end, and it doesn't matter how you achieved it, but I would like to see myself from the outside. I think every person thinks about it. And as soon as he succeeds in this, he immediately begins to move and even think differently. In general ... I will not think about it.

Looking into the water, I saw several large fish that swam with us, sometimes showing their fins from under the water. The marine world is quite large and has hundreds, if not thousands of different species and subspecies. Some, as I know from the books, have some semblance of intelligence and normal intelligence. Some races even live underwater and are so developed that they have their own cities, infrastructure, and wars. If any of these races became an ally of the Alliance, then we would not have any problems with the Horde ships. They would simply not have left their harbors, forcing the orcs to travel to Lordaeron by land. This would give us a lot of time to prepare to face them.

"Listen, captain," I said to the man. "Can you explain to me what was happening in the town? Why did the paladins act so weird towards me?"

"They're just offended," he waved his hand. "They don't have the skills to be considered powerful paladins. They do not practice, and even their faith in the Light is very small that they cannot even use their abilities normally."

"Hmm, but they looked menacing," I drawled.

"Yes, their look does not mean anything," said the captain of the ship. "For example, you do not cause any sense of fear at all. If I did not know that you are a magician, I would consider you the most harmless person."

"Underestimating the enemy is the biggest mistake that another person can make," I said, one of the common truths that I understood in my past world. I've been here for a very long time, and the memories have already been very blurred. I can barely remember the faces of old acquaintances. With a nod of my head, I tried to put such thoughts aside and return to the real world.

"You know, Magician," he said. "I once drove another magician. So then we were attacked by pirates."

"Pirates?" I asked him and then added: "Interesting."

"Yes, the gang of Top-Handed Morgan," he waved his hand. "In general, he did not expect that there would be a magician on the ship. So that mage just fried Morgan until he was crispy. It was a terrible sight."

"And then what?" I asked.

"And then he executed all the other pirates. I haven't felt such fear for a long time."

"Yes," I nodded to him. "Mages can be very dangerous opponents. And an unprepared human cannot do anything against a trained wizard."

"Yes," he nodded. "So, as I have already understood, you have a task in Kaz Modan. I don't know what this mission is, but it has something to do with the Horde. "

"Hmm," I just chuckled vaguely. I wonder where else his thoughts will lead to.

"So, I also came to the conclusion that there are two options," he said, as if not worrying that after such words, there might be some consequences for him. "First, you are a weak magician, which means you have some kind of secret operation. Second, you are a strong magician, but you cannot teleport to the desired point for some reason. I lean towards the other since a weak magician could not hold the wind for so long."

"And you are not afraid that for such reflections, I could kill you?" I asked him. "Not now, but when we get to the coast.

"And what is your advantage in this," he waved his hand. "I have nothing to do with your operation, so I will not tell anyone. Besides, you pay us money for transportation and for silence."

"Yes, - I nodded to him. I'm not going to kill him. And so, I believe him that they will not tell anyone about it, so I don't have to worry too much about this. Exhaling, I continued to look at the water and think about what awaits me soon.